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so many thoughts abt this but i’m gonna let YOU take over bc i KNOW you’ll do something good
every time i see him working like this it just makes me want to become one with his lap until we mold together into one person.. n on a softer note, i just like watching him do what he loves.
could u just imagine though… him needing to get work done, but also finding himself wanting to spend time with u, ur warmth becoming his muse as u melt into him and settle ur weight against his thighs and chest, stirring a feeling deep within him that transcends into whatever beat he happens to be producing, one that pulses with each throb of ur heart against his skin.
he’d glance at u every so often, watching u out of the corner of his eye as u sighed contently or nuzzled closer, noticing if u fidgeted with the hair tie on ur wrist or played with a loose thread on his clothes. he’d murmur softly against ur skin when u started to get restless, shushing u with soft promises of being almost done.
u knew anton though, who tended to get lost in his art, producing with a passion that was hard to pull away from. and if u couldn’t drag him away, u could always find a way to keep him closer.
he wouldn’t need much convincing, his need for u running so deep in his veins that it ignites a special type of motivation within him, a creative process of fabricating ur desires into a tangible reality u could feel. and he was good at producing.
there’d be a certain tenderness in how patient he’d be as u worked on taking him in, soft clicks of the keyboard and the faint whirring of the ceiling fan mixing with ur muffled breathing and his soft words of encouragement.
a heavy hand lay splayed on ur back, providing a constant reminder of how present he truly was, as warmth travels up ur spine and settles deep in ur stomach.
he’d be most fond of having u like this, opened up for him in a way that had him holding onto ur pulse against any other rhythms, and made the story he was telling through his music real. something that existed beyond the body. like a secret language only the two of u would know.
𑣲 i’ll write smth absolutely raunchy about this next if u ask, but i wanted to get this out cuz ugh
