Date: 2014-09-04 01:20 am (UTC)
mortemscintilla: ∅  You can have my cash (Hei - Exhale (Is He Getting Head?))
[ Hei ripples and clutches at her, fingers curling into her hair, a grip that's just short of frantic. His balls, bathed by the wet heat of her tongue, are high and tight and aching with their load. The pleasurepain is so sharp. So everywhere. God, it fucking hurts. Like rutting in burning coals -- and it's so bittersweetly perfect. ]

[ He stirs under her, lazy, incremental jerks of his hips at first. Then a sizzling arch to his back, this long shudder of lust for her. After a few moments, he is gusting out ragged, appreciative curses; after a handful more, harsh close-mouthed sounds nearer to frustration. He wants to come so badly it hurts to think, but the sloppy sensation of her hot mouth is not quite enough. More than anything, he wants her to open wide and engulf his cock, from tip to root. Or, better yet, to climb astride him, take him deep in that sopping-wet furrow between her legs, where all the nerves on his twitching shaft fucking scream to be planted. ]
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