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sexts from whenever

the phone sex +
sexting meme

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A contract between the two of us, then.

You don't have to apologize.

My hands slide from your face down to your chest. Feeling you — every inch, every curve. Through your clothes at first, but then, when I have learned the shape of your body, without them, discarding them to the floor. Your body is beautiful, sculpted as it is for war. I would worship it gladly, in another time, another place.

But tonight is not about worship. It is for the making of a promise, the binding of our pact. My fingers, dancing indulgently over your skin — that will not be enough. The way I touch my mouth against yours, kissing softly — that will not be enough, either. I move lower. Extract you from your pants. Perhaps you are still soft, but I like it that way. Easier to fit you into my mouth. Wet you with my tongue. Feel you grow harder, bit by slow bit, with every stroke, every attentive suck. Nothing in it is clumsy. Perhaps I have done this before. Perhaps this is only the depth of my devotion to you. Your taste. Your musk in my mouth. A deep breath, a sigh, a swallow. I want you; that much cannot be feigned.

Do you feel me, Zhongli? The warmth of my hands on your body, the wet between your legs?

[ it's intentional, perhaps — the blurring between character and reality. ]

Is it not the purpose of our play, for me to touch myself to the thought of your storied ministrations? It is only such a clear picture because it is a picture wearing your face and your body.

I want you, but that has not changed, my traveler.

( lines fully blurred, now. )