Hello! I've been pretty much obsessed with Celltw so have the beginning of a draft I'm slowly working on. It's so hard to write, I wrote all of this while in my uni classes. RIP. Short and sweet because I can't be bothered to edit any more of it.
They’re laid out on Pac’s bed, pressed up against each other.
Pac groans softly and reconnects his lips with Cellbit’s, hands tightening in his hair and pulling slightly. Cellbit moans into his mouth and tightens his arm around Pac’s waist, tugging him tighter against his body. The other arm is under Pac’s head, hand on the back of his neck holding him still and exactly where Cellbit wants him.
They’ve been at it for almost twenty minutes, the edibles they’d taken kicked in thirty minutes ago coating the edges of Pac’s awareness in blurry softness. Cellbit’s hand squeezes at the back of his neck and Pac groans against his lips softly.
It’s nice. Pac’s brain is fuzzy and warm and Cellbit is strong and holds Pac tight enough that it keeps Pac from floating away completely. His lips are soft and he kisses Pac like he owns every inch of his mouth.
He does, when Pac really thinks about it, he really does own every inch of Pac. He always has.
“You smell so good” Cellbit mumbles, free hand resting at Pac’s waist and squeezing. Pac gasps at the feeling, the weed making everything heightened. Cellbit’s teeth scrape Pac’s neck and Pac’s head falls back in pleasure at the feeling. It’s so nice, his heart is pounding “I could eat you Pac, you’re so cute” Cellbit’s teeth dig into his neck and Pac moans.
It’s so good, the pain sending warmth and pleasure straight down to his gut. He runs his hands eagerly through Cellbit’s hair. Cellbit takes his time biting and sucking marks onto Pac’s neck and collarbones. Pac floats, eyes heavily hooded and body alight with sensation. It feels like Cellbit’s hands are everywhere on him, his waist, his thigh, his arms. His nails drag down Pac’s arms and Pac shivers at the sensation.
