Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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@shelter-mlm
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i want to hold you close and fuck you all slow and sensual.
my arms wrapped tightly around you, holding you in place as i call you sweet names. my pretty boy, my sweet thing, my baby doll.
purring into your ear i'll drag my nails down your back, i'll make you moan and whimper with pleasure.
i'll take care of you, i'll kiss you, i'll make sure you feel loved.
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i want to fuck him while he wears my hoodie. hard and sensual. my hands all over him, owning every inch of his skin.
i want to suck bruises on his neck and shoulders, on his collarbones. more claims on his body, but visible for anyone who cares to look closely enough.
i want to hear him moan and gasp underneath me, watch him come undone with my name on his lips.
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buying him something to use as a collar for everyday life.
maybe a bracelet. or a necklace, a chain. something he can wear without people getting suspicious.
but you know what it means. and he knows too.
he knows he belongs to you. that you're the one who makes him cry in pleasure. that you're the one who gets to touch him however you please.
he knows and he remembers whenever he touches the little trinket you got him.
getting caught out in the storm.
he's already waiting for you, worried sick with towels, blankets and a mug of warm tea, just the right temperature so you can drink it as soon as you get inside.
you come home, completely soaked through. he's waiting there, the gentlest expression of relief on his face when you finally walk in. soaked head to toe but safe.
he helps you strip. helps you dry off. he keeps lecturing you, but you know he was just scared.
you end up cuddling, snuggled up in all the blankets he could find. all to stop you trembling.
if this is what tou get for getting caught out in the hail, you might just do it a little more often.
fuzzy boys in hoodies.
ones that are too big on them.
ones that belong to their boyfriends.
boys with nothing underneath their big, loose hoodies, reaching halfway down their thighs and the sleeves far too long-
do i even need to go on
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okay but there something incredibly hot about oral fixations. yes, ramble to me until i let you suck on my fingers. i'll trail your lips before pushing them into your mouth.
and then how about i buy you a little lollypop the next day, hm? just to remind you of last night and how needy you were for my fingers in that pretty mouth of yours while i fucked you like our lives depend on it.
i want to make him his morning coffee before he wakes up, just so the scent can lull him from the bed and to me, in the kitchen.
i want him to come to me from behind and kiss the back of my neck, distract me from the disaster of a breakfast that i'm struggling to make.
i want us to talk and kiss lazily over breakfast on work days, the coziest start to a day either of us could ever ask for.
not to be nsfw on main but like i'd kill to be held while i fall asleep.
or to hold him while i fall asleep.
like
just want to feel warmth and comfort.
too much to ask for?
i wanna back him against the wall and make out till his legs go weak
is that too much to ask for
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dancing in a club, all dim lights and loud music. our bodies pressed up against one another. skin coated in sweat and glitter.
we're in the far corner, making out as we dance. nobody can see us here, we tell ourselves as our hands explore the other's body.
it's only a matter of time before my hands find their way under your jeans, until your legs are wrapped around my waist and your hands under my shirt, trailing shapes on my back.
i have to carry you outside, to the back of our car, in the part of the parking lot that's swimming in darkness.
outside it's cold, but the two of us, our rhythmical movement and ragged breaths keep us warm, pressed skin against skin with no clothes. it's sensual, even when we're crammed in the backseat.
when you scream out my name i know it for certain. i own you. and you own me.
when we wake up the next day we're both sore from the uncomfortable position, but neither of us minds. not at all. it was worth it.
making out lazily in the back of the tour bus from Venice to Rome. it's just the two of you and the occasional lamppost outside, bathing you in it's gentle glow. everyone else is asleep or too far away to pay attention to you.
eventually your slowly closing eyes persuade you to stop. you make yourself comfy, let him rest against you. and you doze off, together, on your way to one of the most romantic cities there is.
//warning: NSFW; collars//
boys in collars.
the leather against his skin, covering only partially the bruises left from what you did before, the marks you left on his neck, his throat, that he oh so willingly exposed for you last night.
he whines when you touch the collar, when you tug at it, needy and vulnerable, at your mercy, happily so.
owned and protected. the collar only makes that clear for the both of you.
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just nighttime car rides with him riding shotgun. listening to our favourite music as the streetlights pass us by.
shadows dancing on the dashboard. colourful ones sometimes, from stores that are still open, the bars or clubs.
windows pulled down, the summer wind playing with our hair, the scent of the city and the sea filling the air between us.
making out when we stop under the starry sky. hands all over eachother, lips warm and wet.
sleeping in the back of the car. just us, pressed against one another in the narrow backseat.
just nighttime car rides with him riding shotgun.
i'd give anything to just hold him in my arms and kiss his hair while we take turns talking about how our day was.
going through the little details, things that made us feel something. laughing together. crying together. feeling things together.
getting so close, so intimate, just holding eachother, supporting the other, offering advice or just being there.
just holding him in my arms could heal me.
i want to sing him to sleep.
that's it.
that's the post.
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gonna wear a skirt for you someday. dress up all nice. just so i can hear you call me pretty while i fuck you from behind, raw and senseless.
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i want you to suck at my fingers while i bite bruises into your skin, while i grind against you and rub you through your jeans.
i want you to moan desperately at all the stimulation, call out my name when you come, still fully clothed, still with my fingers in your mouth.