snuff switch

"Darling no, " my voice lowered. Swallowing hard as my gaze keeps shifting back to your throat.

Your hands let go of mine, rubbing up my arms only to come to rest on my thighs. "No, I know. We can't. We agreed." I can hear that reluctance. I can see that vein in your throat pulsing too quickly. "We shouldn't," your eyes shift away as you say that.

"and you still brought it up." From my position on your lap, saddling you, half undressed from making out in the car moments before, I can feel how badly this is effecting you. "you're tempting me. This. Us." I can't help pressing my weight down. I'm as much of a mess as you are.

We both know better. Of course we do. We agreed to not verbalize it. Only roleplay online. Only text. Since the last time we did vocalize it, it got a bit out of hand, and you almost died. So we agreed.

"but," your reluctance persists. Eager to justify it. You pause, my eyes never leaving yours. "I have an idea."

My eyebrow quirks up. Enough to indicate my curiousity and doubt. That and I couldn't trust my voice.

I feel your hands dig into my thighs momentarily. "I'll control it. If I move, you tighten your grip. If I stop, you let go." As if to emphasize your point I feel you press your cock up against me further.

It's too enticing. It's probably a bad idea. Yet it's all I can think about. Your eyes plead me, though they shouldn't. I trail my hand over your chest, to caress the pulse I've been watching in your neck. "are you sure?"

You hesitate. Inevitably. But the lust. Our want. I can feel it radiating off us. You nod, "I want to, despite everything. Yes..."

There's that hiss and my eyes flutter.

"if you're sure, " I should refrain for the both of us. I should. Yet my hands gently wrap around your throat. It's only a few seconds before you've tugged away the last barriers of clothing between us.

I grind and with a little maneuvering I take every last inch of you. "god, I'm going to kill you." a threat, a playful moan, a temptation. I don't know which. Only that I'm trembling and feel on edge. Anticipation and fear.

Then you thrust. Up. Hard. Stars bursting into my body just as I immediately tighten my hands around your throat. There's a pause. You're testing me. You fucker. I release the pressure. Only for you to fuck up into me again.

I squeeze. This time I keep holding. Being filled up over and over. Fucked, spread and pumped into steadily. The pace is intentionally slow, and my grip intentionally moderate.

A pause. You breathe. We continue. Repeat. Repeat. Less and less pauses. Harder and harder thrusts. Desperation flaring. I can smell your scent, your sweat. Feel your hold on my hips. The scraping of your cock inside me. Egging us on.

"agh your face. It's so red." the veins are popping out a bit you strain for labored breathes. Pausing only for a me to give you a breath, my hands aching.

"i can't stop. I want this. Your hands," you thrust hard, pausing, "around my neck," again.

Im loosing it. It's like every nerve in my body wants to burn you with me. I choke you out as you start a relentless pass. You're struggling. Hard to keep the pace as you lack the oxygen. I lean in, tightly pressing the sides of your throat, up into your lower jaw. "you'll die. You'll die to fuck me to your own death, murdering you, agh, unless you stop." There's fear in my words, as much as the ecstasy we both can't escape from. I see it in you too. The pauses are getting less. Yiu movements becoming erratic.

I don't want you to stop.

It looks like you're loosing it too.

Your lips and mine meet as I imagine it being your last kiss alive. Your hips sputter. I catch your attempt to suck in breath again, taking mine instead.

You're getting weaker. I can feel it. But you're still fucking me. Pumping into me. Not stopping.

I feel a rush of pleasure.

You're dying by my hands.

So similar in imagination that I feel you throb.

"Darling... Yes.."

Oh fuck. Throb. Throb. You weaze. Staining. Your body panicking unabated by your will.

You're making me cum.

I feel your cock pulse intensely, I can't help but moan.

Your body jerks and twitches, and I strangle the life out of you. You're cumming.

You're dying.

Oh darling. You couldnt help yourself. And neither could I.

I like to think every empty click beforehand has us giggling because of the adrenaline and morbid silliness of it all. We give each other a quick little kiss in between each pull of the trigger before we gently place our faces together again. Quick, wordless "I love you"s as we dance together in front of oblivion.