This year has already been
Full of quiet-then-crazy cycles
Of flurries of activities
It’s quiet now and I feel
I'm rebuilding after what
Has been a long campaign with
Many visits to battlefields with
So many dead to carry away
I find words among the dead
And the words summon the smells,
Bringing forth the sights,
Carrying the still-warm feelings
Of those living and dying on
The ragged edges of suffering
Being a lil weird shit yet again. I just had an idea, Martin always likes to phone you right after dinner. Sorta nsfw
You could hear the hesitation in his voice before he pauses, you hold the phone all that much closer to your ear. Even over the line, you could hear voices in the background. Cuda’s for one was loud and resonating. You heard him laugh, you almost wanted to roll your eyes. You could only imagine how Martin must have felt. He was supposed to be leaving for the pub with a few men from the church. He couldn’t leave faster in your opinion. He had already lingered there longer that you would have liked.
“ What do you mean?” He asks, his voice trembles lightly. You could hear it the moment he answered the phone. He was anxious, pent up. He wanted to go out and feed but yet he didn’t. He only wanted to see you, and he would! If only the old bag would just leave.
“I mean… Just tell me where do you want me most? How do you want me to touch you?”
You can hear him gasp for a moment, a faint rustling as he switches the phone to his other ear.
“I-- I don’t think this is a good idea.” He clearly meant speaking about it over the phone.
“Martin don’t be silly, he’s obviously preoccupied. Christina’s out on the porch right?”
“Right.” he whispers.
“”It’s just you and me. Talk to me darling. Tell me all about these dreams.”
“I just… I really want to hold you… whenever you’re not around.”
Well that was a start. “Do you?” You ask as you flip over onto your back, crossing one leg over the other. To be honest, you were the one who couldn’t wait to see him. You needed to let off some steam. You didn’t want things to feel rushed or frenzied. The two of you would have about three hours completely alone.
“”Where do you want to feel me… Martin?”
He pauses again, you could hear the faint rustling of clothes over static waves. He lets out a brief huff. You can only imagine that he’s freed himself completely from his pants.
“Everywhere… I-Just everywhere y/n.”
“Now Martin, you’re not being specific. Use your words...please?”
You can hear him gasp, before letting out the most adorable sigh. You wanted to listen to him getting off. Why on earth was he still being so cute.
“Your mouth. I-- just want your mouth. On-n mee. “He continues. Now you were getting somewhere.
You squeeze your legs together as you listen to the next few strangled gasps. You can already feel a familiar sensation at your very core. A vague sort of itch, an empty sensation. It threatened to consume you if you thought too hardly about it. One thing about Martin was that he was never one to disappoint. He always left you breathless clinging to sweat soaked sheets. He seemed to chase your release more so than his own. More than happy to ride out the waves along with you.
It was silent in the background now, you knew after he hung up it would be less than ten minutes before he was climbing out his window. He could easily use the door if he wanted to, but it was Martin, he always had to make things a bit more complicated. You could clearly hear the sound of his hand moving over slickened flesh. Every now and then he would sigh against the receiver.
“ And how does it feel?”
He was quiet for a moment, there was a faint rustling against the receiver. A muffled sob followed by more frenzied motions. “ good.. ahh it feel- itfeelssogood…”
Your teeth dig into your bottom lip, hand slipping deftly beneath the elastic. You were on fire, threatening to combust. If only he was here right now. Your fingers glide over your slickened flesh, in a second another small release washes over you. You make it a point to let your lips hover over the speaker, your breathy sigh seems to fuel him.
“How does it feel? Martin. With my hands poised over your neck? Can you go a bit deeper.. D-darling?”
His muffled cry was the response, you can hear the phone drop lightly onto the bed. Muffled sobs and grunts of pleasure. At one point, you could even hear him whine. “”Y/n.. Pleaseee.. Imsocloseimso-- “
You could envision him rocking above you. He would get a sort of dazed expression in his eyes. Kissing your forehead, grasping at the sheets. His hands grasp for any part of you that he could reach until his face contorts into a look of near tortured pleasure.
He was completely silent for a moment. No sound. Nothing at all. You could hear him lightly panting in the background, struggling to regain his breath. He always craved intimacy as soon as he got off, for a moment you felt guilty for not being right there. He needed the closeness, as your fingers entwined in his hair, ensuring him that your love could never be a sin.
You can hear a faint rustling, the creek of the bedsprings before he breathlessly grasps for the phone.
