Yes. Definitely. Against a wall. I could hold you there. As long as we needed.
( his words are breathy, far away. because in his head he's somewhere else, her fingers are twined in his hair and they're in the picture they've both painted. those gasps just by his ear aren't from a phone speaker, and the determined grip around his dick isn't his own fingers either. he likes that picture better than he likes the lonely reality, prefers imagining his chest pressed against hers and a shroud of dark red of her leaning over him. his hands on her waist as he sinks moves inside of her, faster and faster and harder and maybe a little bit frantic until she comes.
hearing her crash over the edge is enough to make the living visual too much. he's not loud, at all, but it'd still be impossible to miss the strained exhale as he comes over his own fingers. ) F-fuck, ( he whispers, and Peter isn't generally one to swear, but sex is one of the few things that can chase vulgarity out of him. it takes him a while to recover, for the haze to clear enough to say something else. ) I've ... I've never done anything like that before.
( he's weary and breathless and still a little horny and dazed all at once. Peter can hardly believe it happened, except for the continued whispers of her breathing in his ear. ) Was it good for you too?
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Date: 2020-12-29 05:33 am (UTC)( his words are breathy, far away. because in his head he's somewhere else, her fingers are twined in his hair and they're in the picture they've both painted. those gasps just by his ear aren't from a phone speaker, and the determined grip around his dick isn't his own fingers either. he likes that picture better than he likes the lonely reality, prefers imagining his chest pressed against hers and a shroud of dark red of her leaning over him. his hands on her waist as he sinks moves inside of her, faster and faster and harder and maybe a little bit frantic until she comes.
hearing her crash over the edge is enough to make the living visual too much. he's not loud, at all, but it'd still be impossible to miss the strained exhale as he comes over his own fingers. ) F-fuck, ( he whispers, and Peter isn't generally one to swear, but sex is one of the few things that can chase vulgarity out of him. it takes him a while to recover, for the haze to clear enough to say something else. ) I've ... I've never done anything like that before.
( he's weary and breathless and still a little horny and dazed all at once. Peter can hardly believe it happened, except for the continued whispers of her breathing in his ear. ) Was it good for you too?