Wally is always there. Y/N saw him first. He was leaning against the wall, head down, brows furrowed, and ever inquisitive eyes on the screen before him. The blue reflected in the depths of his near black eyes. The darkness opened up and swallowed the faint rays that tested its reach. He was scrolling through scanning the unreadable text. He didn't know they were there standing not 10 feet apart.
Y/N walked over first, "Wally? What are you doing here?"
Wally looked away from his phone, eyes slant before focusing on them fully, "Y/N?" he was quiet, " I came by for an art gallery. Its happening outdoors nearby some art studios."
"In the factory destrict?" Y/N had heard people talking about it. They felt that they should have known more.
"Yeah, isn't that why you're here?" He laughed sliding his phone into the pocket of his loosely fitted black jeans. His arms crossed now, a smile on his lips.
Y/N shifted on their feet and looked down the street, "No, I wanted to come out for a walk. I wanted to.. see."
"Oh, see what?" Wally spoke each syllable fully round. His tongue careful and practiced as each letter glided over his tongue and slid from the edge.
"See.. Something for Barnaby." Y/N pouted before fixing their face into a little frown.
"Something for Barnaby?"
Y/N laughed the pressure growing tense on their chest. He wouldn't let up until he had an answer. People walked by on the street without glancing at them. Wally waited.
"I came out to be by myself. Julie and Sally were having a night in. Barnaby spotted me something in the hallway on my way out, said it would help."
"Mm.. What did Barnaby say?"
"He said we never know what might happen," Y/N rested their back against the old brick wall. The sound of the festives carried over through the night, "A little bit of kind something might get someone through the night."
A car sped through the highway on their other end. Gravel cracked under the pressure skittering across pavement as the wheels turned. The wind blew gently over them all.
"A lot of kind something gets me through the night. Most nights. How's it feeling?"
"Like I'm cracking back into place. Fixing myself into a slow stream avoiding the whirlpools and stagnant water."
"That good, huh?" Wally sighed, "Feel good enough to take a walk through the art installations?"
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Under the cover of night when the stars filled the sky above with their dazzling shimmers, his lips caressed your shoulder. The faintest of kisses pressed to flesh between the lapping of a tempered yet greedy tongue. Sweat and spit mingle as lips meet in a needy kiss. The heat of his body engulfs you. His grasping and kneading of your hips holds you in place.
Between your legs is where he should be. His body atop yours, an arm propping him up. Eyes watching the reaction of your face. Sweat slickens your skin. Your lips press into a thin line depriving him of your sweetened cries of pleasure. The pressure of his hold on your hip moves away leaving you cold and restless. Your eyes open and the held tears spill. His comfortable touch moves to your face.
"Am I making you cry?" Wally has stopped moving instead keeping himself warmed within you.
A simpered smile on your lips as you contract around him, "Yes."
He leaned in further his forehead butting against yours, "Why am I making you cry?"
You search his eyes, "Because I love how it feels."
He searches too, "How does it feel?"
"It feels like I'm being absolutely filled with you and I cannot get enough of it."
The right words pierce his heart, the throbbing felt where you connect. His eyes darken as he begins moving again slowly. His hips roll against yours, the sounds of wet skin connecting filling the room. His breathing against your ear tickles you, but your mind wanders to the feel of his hand caressing your side feeling the shape of your waist. You glance down watching as his splayed fingers presses against your stomach before dipping below your leg.
His hand supports your leg from underneath his fingers digging into the flesh feeling the muscle underneath. He pushes your leg closer to your chest as he pushes deeper into you. He ground into you finally releasing the whimpers he wanted so badly to hear. His tongue licks along your neck and cheek leaving a trail of spit drying against your skin.
"You're so good for me, so good, so warm," His voice is clear as his thrusts become harder, "I'm so proud of you, darling."
"Thank you, Wally." You feel his teeth take hold of a sweet spot on your neck. The pain is electric down your spine adding to the building pressure of Wally inside of you.
His teeth hold tight as he disrupts his thrusting to grind his hips against you lifting you slightly to get deeper in. His thrusts reach far back bordering on pain, but he persists. His teeth left a painful throbbing mark as he pulled away. Wally moved away to sit up as his thrusting sped up. He watched the way your body reacted, twisting and arching to meet his thrusts. The way you squeezed around him keeping him in. This was his favorite way to have you. Drooling, tearful, and calling his name.
Your arousal stained your thighs. It coated his cock and dripped from his balls. You could feel it drying in layers causing your skin to stick and unstick. Wally's hands rubbed along your thighs, to your hips, and onto your waist. He pressed his fingers down depressing the skin of your stomach. He loved how soft you were to his touches. His hand trailed up to tease your hardened nipples.
His palms grazed over them as he moved up to your throat. His fingers curled around your neck. His gaze continued up taking in the red of your lips before meeting your eyes. He smiled down at you as his hold around your neck tightened, constricting the flow of blood. You gasped out a weak moan mingling with his own as you squeezed around him further.
"My sweet pet, you take me so well." Wally whispered his praises to you as your hands held his wrists. He enjoyed watching the way your eyes rolled back like this. He loved it all so dearly.
Wally moved one hand away to rub against your cheek wiping away your tears. You peek at him through wet lashes. The first slap is gentle. The second feels sharp, but is still not too rough. He watches as your body reacts with a satisfied smirk.
"I have something for you, sweetest." His hands pull away and you take a deep breath. He waits until you look up at him again searching, wanting, clouded. Wally held a small blue vibrator in his hand. He held it up to your face for you to see. You watch as he pressed the button and the gentle hum excited you.
He says nothing as he begins to shake from withholding his own finish. Wally continues on focusing on his enjoyment as he holds the vibrator against your most sensitive spot. The vibrations are intense against you and a whole new wave of arousal pours from you. Your whimpers turn to pleas as Wally stares entranced by the way you tense and shake.
He flicks the vibrator swiping it up and down against you, "Look at me, baby, don't look away. I'm so close, so close."
With your own release approaching you keep your eyes on his, unashamed of your combined moans and the mess you were making together. As you contract around him squeezing and arching your back, Wally collapses on top of you holding you in a crushing hug as he finishes inside of you. He repeats your name as he rides out his release. When Wally stops leaving himself inside of you, you both hold each other. Hands soothed and comforted as the release faded.
