[ she pulls him down with her. he can feel the way the slick envelopes his cock, a fresh new wave of her scent filling his nose. the part of him that's truly his — that tiny little scrap of him that possesses sense and reason — gets drowned out. they're synced up now. it feels amazing. he can't imagine pulling out. just stuck inside her forever. ]
C'mon. C'mon, it's okay.
[ thinking? what is thinking. he's back to trying to do math in a dream. math in a dream where he's also drunk. every time he thinks he can focus enough to look at the numbers, they're all backwards and sideways. it's easier to just give in and move on to round two. maybe things will click into place and normalize as the spend more time with each other. yep. that's gotta be it.
after whispering in her ear, he switches to gently biting at her neck, trailing down to her shoulder. trying to soothe while his body echoes back to her hormones by getting hard. ]
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C'mon. C'mon, it's okay.
[ thinking? what is thinking. he's back to trying to do math in a dream. math in a dream where he's also drunk. every time he thinks he can focus enough to look at the numbers, they're all backwards and sideways. it's easier to just give in and move on to round two. maybe things will click into place and normalize as the spend more time with each other. yep. that's gotta be it.
after whispering in her ear, he switches to gently biting at her neck, trailing down to her shoulder. trying to soothe while his body echoes back to her hormones by getting hard. ]