Heās naturally obsessive about things, so itās only natural that heād eventually become obsessed with you. That includes everything about you, especially physically. First it would be watching from afar, the way you move, the way you communicate, the way you interact with the worlds around you. The way you looked at him, be it fear or affection.
Gradually, the staring would become touching. Small grazes as he passed by you, knowingly or secretly. The way your skin felt under the tips of his fingers when you rushed just out of reach. The little goosebumps dancing along your skin where his hands held firm. The blooming color of bruises along your neck when he would be just firm enough to get you to comply. He would never truly hurt youā¦unnecessarily.
And the marks, oh the marks on your skin, be it scars, moles, freckles, anything that stood out. He was there, tracing them, committing them to memory. The rolls and hills and valleys, everything that made the shape of you. When you were still, he could indulge in your space.
It would never be enough, not for him. The obsession thick and heavy on his tongue as his private personal viewings only teased the truest purest versions of you. Taste and smell, he would sate himself of you. No blemish or patch of skin left untouched. All of you raw, worn and all but consumed. He would leave his own flavor and scent in you, on you, around you so he would never forget what entanglement felt like with you...so you couldnāt forget.
The soundsā¦blessed be those lilts and chords that left your beautiful throat. To have them played raw, just for him, strained, broken and reckoned under his careful, meticulous, finite ministrations. Tuned by his hands, played by his fingersā¦perfected by hisā¦
Obsessed, he would devour every inch you, forget to remember and do it all over again.
If weāre being honestā¦your boy is probably built exactly like Elongated Muskratā¦Iāll never accept it, but in reality? Frigidaire torso bustin out of his belt.š
If weāre being honestā¦your boy is probably built exactly like Elongated Muskratā¦Iāll never accept it, but in reality? Frigidaire torso bustin out of his belt.š
Itās not easy working with all of theseā¦reminders.
Why was one moment ofā¦distraction eating away at his mind? Why was your presence so hypnotizing, all consuming and the only thing that pulled him from his work? For mere moments, but evenly still too much. Intimacy wasnāt anything new to him. Heād had plenty of partners long in his youth. You thoughā¦you were a drug. Never truly quelling the desperate, cloying hunger deep within the pit of him. There was no need of youā¦but a want. A feral, painful, burning desire.
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