I hate that when you’re stressed enough your body just starts falling apart. I think it should realize you’re already stressed and don’t need that and start functioning better actually
Vergil the type of guy to hold heavy eye contact during conversations, purely out of interest or politeness but intentionally do so once he realizes it makes you nervous just to see you get flustered
Vergil the type of guy to write little love notes on sticky notes and leave them around the house for you to find
Vergil the type of guy to watch you sleep for a few minutes every morning, admiring the features of your face while you rest before getting his day started
Vergil the type of guy to correct your order in a resturant if any mistakes were made and you were too shy/nervous to say anything
Vergil the type of guy to rub his thumb across your skin whenever you hold hands
Vergil the type of guy to show up at your front door the second the time ticks over to the time you had planned.
Vergil the type of guy to always make sure the vases in your home are filled with fresh flowers
Vergil the type of guy to pay close attention to almost everything you do and say, remembering the smallest details and even unintentionally mimicking your small habits. (how you hold a pen, the way you nod when speaking to people, tone of words, etc)
Vergil the type of guy to have the most flattering and gratifying compliments up his sleeve but delivers them in a contradictory or flat tone, giving you a bit of whiplash in a very loving way
Vergil the type of guy to save all displays of affection for just the both of you, unless anyone tries to make a pass at you, to which he stands ominously behind you with an arm around your waist
Vergil the type of guy to watch you get ready for anything while leaning against the doorway, just watching you
Vergil the type of guy to kiss the crown of your head habitually whenever he leaves your side to do something else
Vergil the type of guy to enjoy, even prefer, spending time with you in near silence while you both do your own thing, enjoying the comfortable domesticity rather than unnecessary chatter
this doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy you talking though, Vergil could listen to you talk about something you were interested about for hours, taking in all the words you say and asking thoughtful questions about the topic/s.
as mentioned beforehand, he remembers everything you say to bring up in later conversations.
a/n: jarred my finger right before writing this it hurt like a bitch
Thinking about men who have a disgusting size kink.
“You sure you can handle this, baby?” he murmurs, voice low and thick with heat, eyes raking over your trembling body. His hand wraps slowly around the base of his cock — big, heavy, flushed dark, leaking at the tip.
You swallow hard. He watches you with that smirk again — the one he wears when he knows he’s too much.
“You’re always actin’ so innocent,” he growls, slowly stroking himself, eyes flickering between your legs. “But every time I pull this out, you look at me like you’re starvin’.”
You whimper, hips shifting instinctively. He chuckles darkly.
“Fuckin’ love how tiny you are,” he whispers, pushing your thighs open, rough hands dwarfing your waist. “Love how your pretty little pussy struggles to take me.”
He lines himself up, rubbing the thick head against your entrance, groaning when he feels just how wet you are.
“Look at that,” he mutters, pressing in a fraction. “Barely inside, and you’re already twitchin’.”
Your breath hitches as the stretch burns, overwhelming but addictive. Your hands grip his forearms, nails digging in.
“F-Fuck—”
“I got you,” he grits, voice wrecked with restraint. “C’mon. Let me in. Be a good girl and open up f’me.”
He pushes deeper, inch by inch, groaning as you clamp down, gasping under him. “Goddamn… you feel that? That’s all me, baby.” he places a large hand on your lower stomach, pressing down so you feel every inch that's entering you. You claw at his chest, spewing nonsense, tears staining your cheeks at the impossible stretch.
It shouldn't be humanly possible to be this big. He taps your cheek, bringing you back. "You with me? Stay with me, doll. I know it hurts, it'll feel better very soon"
You nod desperately, legs trembling around his hips.
“Yeah,” he whispers against your ear, thrusting just enough to make your body jolt. “Take it. Take all of me like the perfect fuckin’ girl you are.”
getting into a sub's head and making them question their own reactions... treating them like they're acting completely inapproriately for the situation, while forcing them to shake and shriek and drip and tremble...
are you moaning right now? whats your problem.. we're just watching a movie. while your whole lap is wet with their juices and your fingers are drilling them through their third orgasm... what are you squirming for? sit still.
what, are you horny?? from this?? awhhhh that's so pathetic... when you're dragging them over your thigh or teasing their clit
giving a sub more than they can take-- when they've given a dozen orgasms and can't focus their eyes, they're writhing and sopping, and instead of slowing down, you just... tsk tsk you're making such a mess... and dont even acknowledge what you're doing to them...
faking innocence and concern to a sub, just to be unfair.. ohmygods... ohh no, it's all wet down here... why is it wet, baby? what happened? when you've been teasing them for ages... punishing them for making a mess-- punishing them for being so horny, and still not acknowledging that you did it to them
gagging a sub and edging them for hours, just to say awh, i think this pussy wants to cum... hm but that can't be right, my little sub would have to beg for this pussy to cum. i haven't heard a word. poor little pussy... must be soo hard.
reading their every reaction and knowing just how to break them, how to make them submit deeper and deeper, how to make them cum over and over, all while pretending that you're not doing a damn thing, chiding them for being soooo desperate...
free use! leon, who begs for you to take him in the bathroom after being edged for hours.
free use! leon, humping your leg at the bar, whining impatiently as you finish your drink.
free use! leon, who’s punished when you return home. you lube up his entrance, thrusting into his ass aggressively. he moans and presses himself into you, whining as you pull away.
free use! leon, edging himself at an important dinner party as your hand strokes up and down his crotch, cupping his inseam. his thighs clench around your hand, hiding a moan with a cough before the other diners react.
free use! leon, pleasantly surprised when you call over chris after he was especially bratty. spitroasted between the two of you, taking chris’s cock in his ass, each thrust hitting his prostate. taking yours in his mouth, drool slipping down his chin as he forces himself to breathe through his nose.
free use! leon, embarrassed flush on his face as you take him in a dirty alley, forcing him to his knees as he blows you. erection straining against his pants, the thought of being caught so enticing he nearly comes from the fantasy alone.
free use! leon, who barely hides a groan as you dip two fingers into his his mouth, forcing his tongue to suck his spend off your fingers.
skirt hitched up so you can straddle me properly. my hands on your thighs, nails pressed into the skin just enough.
you’ve lit up a joint for us to share, taking long drags and exhaling them directly into my mouth.
every hit has my hands inching further north, grip tight on your thighs, hips, waist. holding you as close as possible, just barely restraining myself from chasing after your lips when you pull back.
the smirk on your face tells me you’re enjoying watching me struggle, which only makes me want you more.
i can handle this. i can.
so what if your skin is so soft under my hands and your tits are an inch from my mouth and your lips taste like smoke and my sanity is hanging by a thread?
Evan Myers "HABIT" x gn!reader.
tw : nsfw, oral sex, rough / biting, overstim. he lowk tries to kill you
a/n : hello! first fic im so nervous abt posting lmfao this is a super short one-shot i hope u enjoy
His growls reverberated through his chest as Habit came upon you, his hands pawing on either side of your body and balling the old, thin sheets into his fists. Your vision was blocked by his massive shoulders and your neck ached from the effort of looking up at him. The evening cast gentle winds through your open window, and moonlight billowed into your dingy room like dainty lace curtains. Habit did not belong here; he wasn't a domesticated animal. God, he wasn't even tamed.
"Habit-" you pleaded with the monster on top of you, but your head was fuzzy and your body a million miles away. He could've made you come three times, maybe six? The night was lasting forever. You didn't even know what you were asking for. Your voice only earned another low growl from him, and then a sharp bite to your hip. He pressed his fingers against the blossoming bruise and then pulled himself closer, his face hovering slightly above yours. Habit panted at you, with your slick on his face catching gleams of light from outside. You couldn't help but notice that his eyes had no such glint. "Habit..."
A toothy smile bared town at you, and he sharply cocked his head to the side. "Uh-huh. That's my name." His words were gravelly and casual, as if he hadn't been tongue-fucking you for hours. So why did the way he dug his fingers into the plush fat of your belly seem so intimate? "What d'you want?"
"I'm tired," you whined. "It's too much, I-" you gasped and squeezed your eyes shut, Habit sinking his teeth harshly into the middle of your throat. As if he was hungry, as if he was trying to kill you. Your hands grabbed fistfuls of his hair, tried to pull him back. You couldn't hear him whine and groan over the blood rushing to your ears or the gurgling in your mouth. "Ah-Habit!"
Just need somewhere to feind for a minute because Habit is on the brain rn. Habit is so the type to get someone worked up/high/on aphrodisiacs, and just ignore them. He knows what hes doing, and maybe if you're lucky he'll pleasure you, making you sit on his lap and fall apart while acting completely indifferent, acting like he doesn't love the total control of your pleasure. Bonus points if he tells you to shut up so he can pay attention to whatever else hes doing. -♤
Oml, this asshole would 100% pull some shit like that. He’s a complete dick but he’s our dick, sadly. He’d absolutely laugh at you about it too, tease you by giving you a little bit of what you want, maybe letting you grind against him, maybe his thigh or boot, then lifting you up and setting you down beside him or on the floor, taking it all away to hear you whine at him. He’d act like he wouldn’t care at all, ignore you, but at some point he wouldn’t be able to help himself and he’ll circle back around and finally give you what you want when you’re at your neediest, most sensitive point. That sense of control fills his ego, knowing you need him more than anything for the moment, knowing no one else can give you what you want. 💜 ✨
warnings : habit, fem reader, breathing restriction ig, squirt, creampie, spit play
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HABIT held onto both sides of your upperarm, using it to keep his cock inside of your cunt.
He moved his left arm from yours, bringing his forearm to wrap around your neck, moving his right arm to put his fingers in your mouth. Trying to keep your mouth open so he can hear the sound of your sweet moans.
Pressing his forearm onto your throat, bringing your head back, the top of your head on his chest.
"You like this baby?" HABIT asked sarcastically, watching as your saliva that covered his fingers drip down onto the bed. Laughing at your inability to answer the question.
You moan as the loss of his fingers in your mouth as he takes out, bring his hand down to rub your clit. Whimpering at the stimulation of his cock and his fingers.
HABIT slaps your clit a couple times, then bringing his free hand to your mouth. Telling you to spit in his hand, rubbing your saliva all over your face, ruining your makeup.
He looks down at his cock disappearing into your pussy, seeing the white ring you're leaving on his cock.
Cumming inside your pussy just at the sight of it. Bringing his free hand down to your clit, rubbing it as he steadily fucks his seed in you.
Squirting on his cock at the feeling. HABIT laughs, "Wanna do that again?"
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There's so much spit play in my fics recently but i can't help it i love it sm💔
A/N: Hello Evan (not Habit) nation! Hope you enjoy!! This is long as fuck because Ev is one of my favorite characters literally ever. I haven't rewatched in a bit so I hope it's not too ooc. As for the Rory followers, welcome to the source of my user, hope this inspires you to look at EMH :p
Sfw-
Evan Myers possibly takes the cake for the most protective and caring partners you could have. He’s not dating anyone he doesn’t care about, and when he cares about someone or something he will go to whatever lengths necessary to protect that. We’ve all seen him take a swing at literally Slenderman, he’s not afraid to stand up for his loved ones, and especially you. It breaks him to see you the least bit uncomfortable, if you get hurt- god forbid if someone hurts you -it fills him with such an indescribable seethe. Not at you, never at you, more at whatever may have harmed you. He thinks you are amazing, practically worships you. Not only does he see you as absolutely stunning, but you're with him, willing to put up with him and all the shit that comes with that. The only thing he wants is for you to feel safe and loved with him, it becomes his full time job because you just deserve it.
Will drag you to the most random places because he found them and think they would be nice to hang out in. An entirely off-the-path clearing in the woods right next to a stream, an abandoned diner that still has its power on, a hotel that he knows keeps their roof door unlocked. His constant wandering gets him to the most interesting, romantic in the way the apocalypse is romantic sort of way, types of places. Every time he finds a new one he hangs around for a few days just to make sure that it's safe, maybe brings Vinny and Jeff around to see what they think, and then will bring you. Just the two of you, so you can walk and talk and poke at one another with no interruptions, for as long as you like. He knows how dangerous some of the nooks and crannies he finds can be, he makes complete sure that it will be safe for you, in whatever way that means, before he even thinks about bringing you. There are a good few of these spots of his that you’ve never even heard about because he just doesn’t trust the area enough.
He's gonna do things for you, he always is. He likes taking care of people, he likes making sure he is useful. Again, it’s his job to make sure not only are you safe but looked after. That you feel like you’re cared for. If you're on a hike and you get tired, he's hoisting you on his back and carrying you the whole way back. Wanting something specific for dinner? Don't have the energy to make anything? He's sitting you on the counter and forcing you to yap at him while he cooks. He’ll drive you wherever you need to be, even if you have your own mode of transportation. Even if you could do it yourself, why would you do anything when he could? That’s his thought, at least. He has a love for showering together and that falls under this. Something about running soap over your body or working shampoo into your hair makes him feel like he's genuinely useful. It’s so intimate and he hopes it allows you the little escape from the world that it does for him. He'll let you wash his as well if you offer but it's kind of for him to begin with, he'll never expect it. He tries not to baby you or come across as condescending, he certainly isn't doing any of this because he thinks you are incapable or anything. He just likes being useful for the ones he loves, making their lives that much bit easier. Definitely big on the acts of service above anything else, he's a typical guy in that way.
You are either actively together or you aren't speaking. That isn't because he doesn't want to talk, rather, this fucker barely knows how to use his phone for phone reasons. Getting any more than a few simple responses from him over text is impossible. He'll call you, for sure! He can do that! In fact, he loves phone calls when they come from you. Late at night, you're both bored or working on things. Talking about absolutely nothing at all for hours at a time. Long distance parallel play, if you will. You can't catch him on AOL or anything of the sort, though, any form of instant message is kinda overwhelming. So he simply doesn't until the advent of smart phones, and simpler to use keyboards. He is still the type to just call you to relay something he could have easily said over text, though. He mostly uses texts for sending photos back and forth, or simple information, but he will use it! Video calls are the one thing he's truly down for with the changing of times. If you haven't been able to be together for a bit for any reason, he can still see your sweet face while you talk, and he honestly couldn't ask for more from a handheld computer.
Evan is always getting you to wear his clothes. Despite his height, dude is stupid amounts of jacked. Not to mention he gets a lot of stuff oversized for him. Everything still ends up being bigger on you. It gives him cuteness aggression. He gives you his t-shirts and hoodies all the time, and yet he still nearly tackles you every single time. It's actually something Habit ends up leveraging against him. Pretending to be Evan, giving you something that he's added to Evan's closet, just so he can have the memory of you in Habit's clothes and not his. Just a way to torment him in his own brain good god ow.
You don't HAVE to get along with his friends, but the first thing he's gonna do is introduce you. He's always around them, so you're likely just going to meld into the group like you were always there. He loves when you just hang out with them, even if you aren't participating in whatever they are doing. Sitting next to him and watching as they play video games, having to put up with his lighthearted yelling. Being nearby when they make videos, or observing their live streaming habits just off screen, maybe providing bits of commentary when you feel up to it. Evan wants you to fit into his life like you have always been there, wants you to feel so comfortable with every aspect that you forget there's anything bad outside of the time you spend with him. He gets so giddy when you start opening up to his friends, too.
Music is incredibly important to him, the albums he sees as his favorites have influenced him more than he knows how to explain. He honestly couldn’t date one of those people that doesn’t listen to music, it’s too integrated into his life. Animal Collective, Rob Zombie, Nine Inch Nails, and of course Motörhead, just the tip of the artists he listens to in his day to day. Having the same taste as him isn't entirely required, his music taste spans a lot further than you'd think, but he lights up when you show interest in the music he likes. He's always putting together playlists and burning CDs, he will actually jump at the opportunity to make you one. If you aren't into the kind of music he is, but if you're looking to get into it, he puts together such detailed playlists for you to introduce you to it in a way that won't just throw you into the deep end of mid-00s metal. It's one of his main ways of communicating his feelings, pointing out songs and albums that correlate with whatever he's going through.
He loves all sorts of horror and disturbing media. Movies, shows, books. All sorts of sub-genres. His whole friend group does, they're always watching and discussing horror. He likes comedy horror, slashers, and exploitation films the most. Though, he'll engage in just about anything that includes zombies. He has extremely detailed thoughts about zombies and how they should be used in media, and what they should represent. He will love you forever if you listen to all of his opinions and rambling. If you're afraid of horror, he actually finds that kind of adorable. Pulling you into his side when you're watching them together, reminding you that he'll keep you safe, letting you hide your face in his chest when you get too scared. He can't help himself, seeing you scared like that makes his heart melt, and he won't pass up the opportunity to protect you even if it's a fictional threat.
He keeps you away from the dangers he and the guys are in until he literally no longer can. He recognized what was going on immediately, he clocked it the second it happened. As far as you will be aware, though, there was a break in at his house from someone that had seen their Youtube videos and they had it sorted. On the occasions he got hurt, or was just so tired he couldn’t handle it anymore, he would blame it on his job or a bad hike or some unspoken-of family issue. You are the most important thing to him, he isn’t going to drag you into all of it. There’s also a part of him that’s afraid you’ll think he’s insane and leave him, especially in the earlier days. He’d likely end up telling you once people start dying, he may wait long enough that Habit can take the chance for him, though. Under no circumstances is he letting you help them unless you are given something, and once they figure out Habits symbiotic nature, he will refuse to see you. Whatever it takes to make sure you’re not one of those that’s killed or worse as a result of his situation.
At the end of the day, he's a rough around the edges kind of guy. He hunts for fun, he gets himself into fights, he can be easy to anger. His favorite objects are hunting knives, he finds joy in fictional bodies being torn apart. He drops a lot of that around you, though. Not entirely, of course he's still Evan no matter who he's speaking to, but when he finds himself liking someone romantically, he just ends up treating them softer than he does others. Being a bit softer than he usually is. Trying his best not to piss people off when he's with you, trying even harder not to piss you off, because the last thing he wants is to see you truly upset. His teases become a lot less mean-spirited, even if still an attempt to annoy you. He gets as vulnerable as his brain allows when he is with you. He'll actually talk through his feelings instead of always turning to a punching bag or chucking knives at trees, even if he's not very good at verbalizing his feelings, he tries because he knows you will let him and you will understand. When he just can't force himself to speak, he'll curl up with you for hours, pressing his face into your chest and listening to you breathe. That’s enough for him.
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For the most part, he’s a soft-dom. Not that he won’t participate in harder kinks, but he always goes about these scenes with some sort of visible affection. Always with the interests of his partners in mind and less his own. He gives the utmost praise and respect he can to who he is with, even if he's playing a cruel part, he could never be truly cruel. A certified service top, who specializes in brats, masochists, and prey. That’s all. He is extremely knowledgeable in kink and BDSM, as well. Often the “buzzkill” in the room, making sure everything is proper and safe. He takes “safe, sane, and consensual” so very seriously. Which is a good thing, all things considered, but there are times it can feel like he’s the erotic hall monitor about it.
Just because he's dominant doesn't mean he is exclusively a top. He is far from afraid to let you fuck him, he's down, but know it will be so humiliating for you. He's a fan of leashing his sub-tops, yanking them closer to pull them further inside of him. Groaning into your ear, biting into your shoulders and neck. Saying shit like "Just keep fuckin' into me. Good bitch." and "You can do better than that. C'mon- harder." He is also so unbelievably fond of convincing bottoms to top for him. Telling you over and over that it's okay, that you're just being dramatic and you can do it. He's still in control, you don't have to think any more than you normally do. Just try it once. Keeping his hands on your hips, guiding you into his, teasing at every opportunity. His language gets a lot softer, saying everything with an almost-proud smile. "That's your dick inside me, hon." and "Ya' gonna fuck me good, huh?" He is a menace when he gets the chance to bottom, frankly.
Getting the obvious out of the way, he’s a fan of knives. In fact, maybe more than just a fan, it’s his absolute favorite kink to participate in despite how rarely he gets to truly indulge. The entire process is a turn on for him. Procuring proper blades, cleaning and maintaining them, dragging their sharpened edges across skin, drawing blood. The pause in breath when someone is waiting to see if he'll cut or not, the way they hiss when he does. The way little pricks of blood pop through the shallow wounds. The only less-safe kink habit of his is licking cuts, he just can’t help himself. It’s so erotic, you’ve already trusted him enough to let him pull a knife on you, and now he’s lapping up your blood and it’s all because he loves you. He likes the aftercare just as much, though. Holding his partner to his chest after it's over, repeating praises. "You did so fuckin' good for me" and "you don't know how hot that was" in that low, loving voice of his. He always makes sure to bring cleaning and dressing supplies wherever you’re doing this so you don’t have to move a single inch once he’s done with you.
Of course, he’s got his sadistic side, but that doesn’t mean he’s entirely opposed to pain himself. If you were to drag your nails across his back or bite into the side of his neck, he couldn’t hold himself back. It’s the only time you can ever actually get him whiny, you may even get a whimper out of him if he’s close enough to climax. He’s only ever really for it if it’s incidental like that, but when it does happen, it drives him crazy. He has a thing for seeing the marks on himself, the small bruises and scratches, something about it makes him feel nice. He likes having the little reminder throughout the day! You’re etched into his skin until it heals, he thinks it’s so sweet! It’s also a good contrast to the frequent unpleasant pain he experiences, it’s different when it comes out of such intense need and love.
King of the chase, he absolutely thrives in a predator role. He can't help who he becomes if you agree to a predator/prey scene, it’s a time he can safely explore the part of him that craves that kind of hunt. He becomes a feral little monster once he has you labelled as "prey" in his mind. Tends to prefer doing something of the sort inside, one of your houses is ideal, but he wont inherently say no to a chase through the woods. He knows the chances of either of you getting hurt is a lot lower if you're inside, somewhere you both know the layout of, however, the realism of being out in the woods makes it all the more exciting. More places to hide, much easier to conceal your location. Especially in the early fall when it’s briskly cold at night, seeing your breath in the air when he pounces is addicting.
He always, always, has music on when you fuck. Hell, he probably had it on before anything was even initiated. Absolutely not the usual bedroom soundtrack. Of course it's not, this is Evan. No sultry pop or jazz, he always puts on the most vulgar rock or metal if he has any say in it. A lot of it is the same stuff he listens to elsewhere, it's just a whole lot easier to notice how unbelievably horny these lyrics are when you're actively being touched. White Zombie, Nine Inch Nails, he'll pull for Korn at times. If you're in a chase in the house, or he's got a blade to your skin; in some intense scene. The music choices can totally change the energy, and he takes pride in getting the exact situation he wants laid out, down to the soundtrack.
Cannot help but love overstimming partners. He can't get enough of seeing them come undone, unable to think about anything outside of the room. Why do it once when he can do that thrice! Or more for that matter!! You actually have to be the one to tell him when it's getting too much, because he could pleasure you for as long as you will let him. His favorite sight is you fucked out, calling his name, clawing at him, not even sure if you’re asking him to stop or keep going anymore. If there is ever a time you don’t want to cum so many times over that you can’t even speak, you gotta tell him ahead of time, or he will get carried away.
He never shuts up, ever, and that does include during sex. Praise, a few insults here and there, so much shushing and false sympathy. He isn't exactly great at what most would consider "dirty talk" either, but that doesn't stop him from simply letting whatever come out of his mouth. "Fuck- you're grippin' me, dude." and "Do you know how fuckin' hot you are?" He's fond of mixing praise with insults. Saying the sweetest thing, but punctuating it by calling you "bitch" or "whore" or talking to you with a tone that's so utterly caring while he's saying stuff like "You're nothing but a dumb slut, do you know that?" He loves seeing the emotional whiplash as his partner tries to figure out whether they should feel degraded or loved. The intention is to fuck with your head in a way that says- both!
Roleplay! Oh my god please engage in cheesy roleplay with him! He doesn't exactly take it too seriously, but it's Evan we're talking about here. The guy who canonically leads DND campaigns and plays RPGs, of course he finds himself enjoying a little bit of roleplay in the bedroom. Never the serious stuff, no costumes or anything, but the idea of having some prompt is just appealing to him. It’s fun to be different people for a little while! You're no longer established partners, you just met at a bar and are having some wild one night stand, or you're both having some secret affair, or he's an incubus and you've summoned him. Whatever you haven't thought of yet is always going to be his first pick, it's fun to just be in A Situation to him. He's also unbelievably good at making this feel natural, on all fronts. He wasn’t a theater kid, but you’d think he was with how easy he makes it.
As much as he participates in serious kink, elaborate scenes and learned skill, he's a sucker for simple sweet sex. Pulling you as close as possible, keeping you between his arms, mumbling about how much he loves you. Going on about how beautiful he finds you, how utterly lovely you are. Slow movements and grabbing at each other, not a moment lacking contact. Your bodies going warm, and the only sound in the room becomes your shared gasps and desperate moans. No crazy rules or roles, just pleasure and loving touch. It doesn't happen that often, but it definitely happens more once the events of the channel start. Just a need to be close to you, be reminded that you're still there with him, make sure you know how much he treasures you, even when he's so occupied with the serious circumstances he is in.
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