Oh look, sex.

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Title: carnal.
Author: goldenglitter
Website: aesthetic gods.
Rating: R. Maybe NC-17.
Disclaimer: This probably happened, but I still have to say it didn't.
Also: I'm trying to get back to basics with my writing. That means sex. And lots of it.



Focus on the breathing and let go.

He's got his hands all over you and you're not sure if you can even tell where he's touching you anymore. Your skin, his skin, all slick with sweat and left over bruises from nights already past. His teeth scrape against your neck, threatening to shred you to pieces, but it all feels good. It feels good and that's it.

There's no time for formality here. No tradition. No half choked 'I love you's and no tender kisses at sunset. This is you and Dom. This is carnal and imperfect and everything it should have been all along. You don't have time to tell him you love him, because he's too busy jerking you off. You're too occupied with the end result to worry about making a memory.

He worked his magic on you tonight. You've never seen him so powerful. So commanding and utterly unstoppable. He walked straight up to you and pressed his chest into your back. He demanded that you follow him. You didn't know where you were going. You didn't care, because he wasn't taking no for an answer. You knew it, and you followed his orders.

He pulled you up the stairs. Threw you against a wall and kissed you so hard you thought you might choke. He opened up his hotel room door and threw you inside. He tore off your clothes, not even giving a second though to what he was ripping and ruining. He didn't care because it wasn't worth caring about.

Now, all you can focus on is him. There is nothing but him and sterile hotel sheets. His mouth is making your skin wet piece by piece. You think he might be burning you with his tongue, but you can't be certain. The only thing that his hand is wrapped around your cock and you think you might die before this is over.

"Jesus...fuck." you growl, through your teeth. Your eyes are rolled back in your head and you can't see him. But you can still see his eyes piercing through you. He almost seems evil, but he can't be when he's making you feel this good. Your eyes slide closed and your hands find his shoulders. You dig your fingers in and hold on for dear life.

You can feel him moving with every flick of his wrist. You can hear lines of filth falling off his tongue. You're surprised that he's been harboring such dirty things behind those falsely innocent eyes, but then again, you're not. You never thought Dom could handle being in control until this very second. This moment when he has you, literally, in the palm of his hand and you think you'd do anything to please him.

"Oh god." He's got you moaning and groaning and calling out to god. You don't know why you keep doing it. God isn't the one making your blood pump so hard you can hear your own pulse. God isn't the one making you breath stop halfway in your chest. God isn't the one making you tangle your fingers in the sheets and bite down on your tongue just to keep yourself from screaming.

"Dom." That's it.

He lets his body draw in closer to you until he's close enough to lick the sweat off your chest. His tongue is hot and smooth and you're half dead already. He bites down on your skin and you think this might be it.

One more flick of his wrist, and all you see is white. Just all white overtaking you and the best fucking release you've ever felt. The sweat is still rolling away from your skin. The sheets are soaked, you're sure. He's wiping his hand off and looking so fucking proud of himself. He's good and he knows it. You both know it.

This probably won't be anything except a short term memory. This will definitely fade into the background after the next time. And the time after that. But you weren't looking to make a memory, were you?

Comments

[alchemywow.livejournal.com]

Holy sweet jesus, but that was hot! Yee ha!