Oxygen needed
It wasn’t hard to imagine any of it.
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Two people needing each other, sweaty from proving it to each other, the mess of the grumbled mutual moans, and the mess of each other on each other. It wasn’t just hot, it was oxygen - their version of oxygen.
He kissed her like he had never kissed another being before, the hunger and the desire being loud and proud.
She devoured him right back, giving him every single piece of her she physically could, wanting to give him more, but there was only so much she could give him.
They would never get enough from each other, and they never wanted to get tired of each other either.
With each sound coming from their bodies and their mouths, they both felt their bodies fit into each other perfectly in every single way and the need for each other grew more and more.
With each moan came another thrust, with every thrust came one step closer to coming together.
Again, it wasn’t hard to imagine any of it because once they touched each other, it was over.
They were wrapped around each other like the world only existed for them, because in this moment, it did.
He was hers, and she was most definitely his.
They tamed each other, corrupted each other, and made each other melt.
What more could anyone want?
That was oxygen after all; it was needed to live.