[ his mind is awash in nothing but pure sensation. the tingle beginning at the base of his spine, a warmth that spreads through him and threatens to see him taken apart by just the pressure of that tongue inside him, stroking hot and slick into a part of him that no one has even touched before him. it's something to be said, of course, that he continues to offer himself up like this, but having come this far .. he doesn't think there's anything he wouldn't be willing to give up.
every breach of that ring of muscle, every inward thrust of that tongue has broken, almost-desperate sounds slipping from the back of bones' throat, mouth falling open in a wordless plea that doesn't even begin to convey how much he wants it. like a slut begging to be filled, to be taken advantage of in every sense of the word, to be used and broken and put back together again, only to be taken apart by the heat of a wicked tongue and long, slender fingers.
a part of him wishes he could see him. watch him push into him with that tongue, lids lowered and hair a beautiful mess. to see how that mouth works at him, teeth scraping over hyper-sensitive flesh as he works him open even further. it brings a high-pitched keen, a curse so obscene that it surfaces as barely more than a growl as his hips roll, rocking back against the pressure of that mouth, teeth now digging into the stretch of skin that spans from the base of his thumb to his wrist. tasting the promise of broken skin and whining. ]
Spock - fuck, please .. I -
[ i want your cock inside me. i want you to fuck me raw, make me say your fuckin' name until i can't say anythin' else.
there's a part of him that thinks it's a futile thought. that the other will simply use him as he pleases and that part of him .. it shudders at the thought. shudders in the deepest, sinful way possible. and there's another that wants him to concede, to push into him again and make him come just by fucking him into the goddamn mattress -
but he's so mindless from it all at this point that he doesn't care, either way. he just wants to come. ]
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every breach of that ring of muscle, every inward thrust of that tongue has broken, almost-desperate sounds slipping from the back of bones' throat, mouth falling open in a wordless plea that doesn't even begin to convey how much he wants it. like a slut begging to be filled, to be taken advantage of in every sense of the word, to be used and broken and put back together again, only to be taken apart by the heat of a wicked tongue and long, slender fingers.
a part of him wishes he could see him. watch him push into him with that tongue, lids lowered and hair a beautiful mess. to see how that mouth works at him, teeth scraping over hyper-sensitive flesh as he works him open even further. it brings a high-pitched keen, a curse so obscene that it surfaces as barely more than a growl as his hips roll, rocking back against the pressure of that mouth, teeth now digging into the stretch of skin that spans from the base of his thumb to his wrist. tasting the promise of broken skin and whining. ]
Spock - fuck, please .. I -
[ i want your cock inside me. i want you to fuck me raw, make me say your fuckin' name until i can't say anythin' else.
there's a part of him that thinks it's a futile thought. that the other will simply use him as he pleases and that part of him .. it shudders at the thought. shudders in the deepest, sinful way possible. and there's another that wants him to concede, to push into him again and make him come just by fucking him into the goddamn mattress -
but he's so mindless from it all at this point that he doesn't care, either way. he just wants to come. ]