sololoquy: (to call my bluff)
ĸylo ren ([personal profile] sololoquy) wrote 2018-01-29 09:20 pm (UTC)

[Nothing could have prepared him for the tide that pulls him away when Rey falls over the edge. She trembles violently, as does he, unable to peel himself seperate from the phantom pleasure he feels on another level of awareness. His hand stutters and shakes, and thanks to the work he’d already put into Rey, it only takes a moment to join her, spilling across the carpet scraping at his knees. While she echoes her cries out to the high ceiling, he buries his face in her thigh when she forcefully frees herself of his attention, and a series of helpless moans muffle themselves in her skin.

It takes him longer to come down from it all, a combination of the speed at which it had all hit him coupled woth its intensity. There are tears in his eyes which he tries and fails to hide with the angle he’s chosen. He can feel an irritated mark forming across his chest underneath his tunic which now sticks to him horribly.

His breath comes in short wheezes, both spent from how much energy he had exerted, and how little he had come up for air during the whole thing. The rhythmic attention against his scalp encourages a proper breathing pattern, and chases away some of the adrenaline that causes him to tremble against the desk, completely spent and yet still eager to hold onto the stimulation they’d shared. Once he falls back into his sense of self, he finds himself cautiously searching for Rey’s expression, and the approval he so desperately and constantly yearns for.]

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