secretare: (ps1-karen117)
𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗. ([personal profile] secretare) wrote in [personal profile] armeyets 2021-04-22 03:02 am (UTC)

( to think that she'd first been the one to tug him blindly through that apartment, a catch of a breath as the island is swept effortlessly from beneath her and he's cradling her with those big palms of his, limbs wrapping instinctively about his sides. she has to remind herself that he can't navigate it alone, managing to drag the kiss out despite the way their mouths jar with any slight misstep, despite how sloppy it all is—it's more an afterthought of teeth and tongue and lips, a waning control, and it takes a moment for her to still the carousel of needs brimming through her to make that fateful decision—

where do you want me? she burns at the thought.

everywhere. )


Couch- ( she manages it around a huff, and there's nothing more than the a dim light and that lone candle lit on the coffee table to lead the way. the apartment's compact enough that it's a manageable trek, but it's no easy feat when he's balancing her in his arms, and at some point he twirls them so it's her that topples back to the cushions first. and as tempted as she is to abruptly interrupt his joining her, tug at his jeans with her mouth lingering there in waiting as she sat at the edge of that couch, she's too fixed on the idea of him blanketing her, weighing her overwhelmingly into the plush surface.

it's that very thought that has her tugging him down with her long-ways, blonde hair splayed and thighs parting to accommodate him to slot neatly between. fingers find the crux of his jaw and they're using it's edge to bring his mouth headily to hers, already seeking out the fastening of his denim with a breathless mew. )

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