❛ i’ve been waiting for this all night . // DON'T WORRY ABOUT ITTTTTTTTTTTTT.
ethan buries himself to the hilt and the world stops spinning for a fraction of a moment. hips buckle and a drawn out moan reaches ears as his face hides in the crook of claire's neck, one hand tight on her waist and the other cradling the back of her head. she tries to stay in the moment as much as she can - head tilting to side and jaw going slack at the fullness between her legs, the throbbing of him and the clenching of her walls already twisting something at the pit of her stomach. she tells herself it's the thrill and adrenaline after a long time sparring, it's that lingering anger at the outside forces that move the world as they know it. and all of this is just as true as the simple fact that claire really really likes the way ethan feels inside her, and it never feels enough.
leg hikes up as he moves inside her, never pulling out in a sinuous movement that only makes her want to cage him deeper as if it could even be possible. i've been waiting for this all night he tells her, her preferred pace to come known by heart at this point and she just lets him lead - knowing how to fuck her good only makes her want to receive him more. it shouldn't feel as exhilarating as it does when he comes inside her one more time, folds getting sleeker and sleeker the more he fills her up. "same," she counters breathless, nails digging into skin of his back as her hips keep moving of own volition to chase one more orgasm, past time until he's growing hard inside her again and starting over.
it's when eyes look up at the ceiling that she finds veins of black and dark tones becoming one with the paint, its smell mixing with that of sweat and sex. maybe it's the mold getting to her head she thinks, ethan's found the way to sneak in her thoughts and fill them only with this need to have his cock and this mildly comforting goo leaking from her folds - proof that they had fun, that she's not at all disgusted by what he's become in the aftermath of trying to do the right thing. they're not so different in the end. "one more time?" god she could really take him forever, or as long as he feels like he's stuffed her good. cum sticks against her thighs when she settles more comfortable, fingers gently running through blonde strands. "i want it so bad." i want you so bad.