[He struggles to relax. Between the hypnotic motion of his own hand stroking his cock and the way Rey slowly pushes the toy to its hilt, there is hardly any room for him to breathe. It hurts, but it hurts in a way that coaxes him to beg for more. His breathes are large and heavy, taken between attempts to relax all of his weight onto his shoulders now shoved onto the mattress, rather than the knees that feel raw from so many years of kneeling.
He feels her hand smooth over him, the way she kisses at his lower back, and that heat in his chest turns to an icy ache. He wants her closer than that, knowing that she will be gone from him again soon, and they will be forced to return to reality.]
Rey.
[He says her name like he's been keeping it a secret, buried deep for moments like this when he is alone and can marvel at the treasure he's found, and can't bare to share because something will remind him that--its all imagined. The bond, the fluid sticking to his fingers, the sensation of pressure in his ass -- all of that was real.
But this fantasy that they would keep finding each other, that she would come back to him and see the right of things...he knew better. This was the only way he could have her, and the only way she could bring herself to entertain his loneliness.
He wants to take the rest of what she's trying to give him, so he once again slows the shuttling of his hand. He's already too close; his shoulders continue to spasm, the warmth in his stomach threatening to spill at any moment.]
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He feels her hand smooth over him, the way she kisses at his lower back, and that heat in his chest turns to an icy ache. He wants her closer than that, knowing that she will be gone from him again soon, and they will be forced to return to reality.]
Rey.
[He says her name like he's been keeping it a secret, buried deep for moments like this when he is alone and can marvel at the treasure he's found, and can't bare to share because something will remind him that--its all imagined. The bond, the fluid sticking to his fingers, the sensation of pressure in his ass -- all of that was real.
But this fantasy that they would keep finding each other, that she would come back to him and see the right of things...he knew better. This was the only way he could have her, and the only way she could bring herself to entertain his loneliness.
He wants to take the rest of what she's trying to give him, so he once again slows the shuttling of his hand. He's already too close; his shoulders continue to spasm, the warmth in his stomach threatening to spill at any moment.]