[ His eyes flutter half-shut as her lips roll over him. The sensation of her mouth -- oh so fucking good, wet, slippery -- is so inflaming that his imagination, always a latent wise-guy, supplies an image of whiskey poured over his cock and its length set on fire. He resists the urge to tug her hair, to guide her mouth where he wants it; the sight of her sprawled across him, mouthing his balls with a kittenish gusto, in itself repays all of his restraint. ]
[ Dreamy-eyed. skin filmed in a light sweat, lips parted around wavery scoops of air, he watches her. His widespread hands stay tangled in her hair, and the bones in his face seem suddenly heavy, pressing their weight on the mask he wears. He feels that if he were to look in a mirror at that moment he would see something melting, distorted, unrecognizable. A look reserved only for her. ]
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Date: 2014-09-04 01:01 am (UTC)[ Dreamy-eyed. skin filmed in a light sweat, lips parted around wavery scoops of air, he watches her. His widespread hands stay tangled in her hair, and the bones in his face seem suddenly heavy, pressing their weight on the mask he wears. He feels that if he were to look in a mirror at that moment he would see something melting, distorted, unrecognizable. A look reserved only for her. ]