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Title: movement.
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goldenglitter
Website: aesthetic gods.
Rating: Maybe R.
Disclaimer: This probably happened, but I still have to say it didn't.
Also: Random obscurity. And a little sex.
If you could see him clearly things would be a lot easier. But, Dom, he's always moving. Always bouncing and vibrating and buzzing out of focus. You see all the imaginary movement lines radiating off of him. Jumping back and forth and playing tricks on your eyes.
Sometimes it seems like he moves out loud. Like he carries a beat in his fucking back pocket and every twitch is like music. Every tapping toe and drumming finger adds up to make your favorite song.
Dom makes you think things that don't make any sense.
You don't know why you're walking with him. At dusk. Down a road that you're pretty sure leads to nowhere. But you don't have to know why because you'd follow Dom anywhere. You think it would be easier to follow him if he wasn't shrouded in all that jittery haze.
You notice that your shoe isn't tied, so you bend down to tie it. When you look up, you notice that the setting sun is bursting in front of him and wrapping around his ribs. You like the way it looks, but it's only a few seconds before he's blurry again.
You ask him why he's not wearing a shirt because you're just noticing that he's buzzing in fleshtones. He says it's too hot. He says he's been wondering why you're still wearing your shirt. So you don't wear your shirt anymore.
When you start walking again, he holds your hand. Some of his movement is spilling onto your hand. Making the definition jumble until you can't see the difference between his hand and your hand. You think it doesn't really matter where he ends and you begin, as long as you're together.
Dom finds a patch of green grass on the side of the road. He says it looks comfortable. He says he wants to lay down for a while. Maybe just until the stars come out. You have to guess what direction to smile in, because he seems to be bouncing all around you. You can hear his pulse, you think.
You're still not making sense, you think.
He pushes you down on the grass. It's cool and soft beneath your skin. Dom is not cool and soft when he lowers himself down on top of you. His skin is sunwarmed and then some. His shaking breath is blown on your chest until your belly starts to tingle and you can't keep your hands away from him.
You close your eyes and grit your teeth and try to steady your breathing. The tip of his tongue slides all the way up your neck and you can't breathe at all. He sinks his teeth into the top of your shoulder and you think your lungs might collapse. He's buzzing, vibrating against your skin. You don't think you'll be able to handle much more.
You hate how he knows exactly how to drive you crazy, but you love it at the same time.
He drags his teeth over your collarbone and the way he moves, it's almost like chattering teeth against sensitive skin. You wonder if you'll have a bruise to remind you. You wonder if it will bounce on your skin like he does.
When he's hard and pressing into your hip you start to ask him half questions. Like "right here in public?" Instead of answering, he laughs against your chest. He bites down on your bottom lip. His tongue flicks over yours. Your muscles jerk.
He's sweating and the last shards of sunset are settling in the grass around you. It's all sweat and gasping and movement lines and a silver sliver of the moon on the horizon. His sounds get louder. You hear him buzzing "Billy Billy Billy" and you like it.
You tell him the stars are coming out and he says he doesn't care. He says he lied and he wants to stay a little longer. He says there's no rush, but you beg differ. You can feel the rush of intensity. The burn that started in your stomach is spreading. There's a definite rush.
He fingers the button of your jeans. Taps his fingers against it twice before pulling it open. One finger slides over your zipper and then he pulls it down. You think your chest might cave in because you can't remember the last time you took a breath.
At the exact same moment that his warm hand slides inside your pants, he comes in clear. No buzzing. No vibrating, no moving. There's no sound coming from him and come to think of it, there's no sound coming from anywhere. Just for that split second everything is frozen and silent.
And then it all comes crashing down again.
Author:
goldenglitterWebsite: aesthetic gods.
Rating: Maybe R.
Disclaimer: This probably happened, but I still have to say it didn't.
Also: Random obscurity. And a little sex.
If you could see him clearly things would be a lot easier. But, Dom, he's always moving. Always bouncing and vibrating and buzzing out of focus. You see all the imaginary movement lines radiating off of him. Jumping back and forth and playing tricks on your eyes.
Sometimes it seems like he moves out loud. Like he carries a beat in his fucking back pocket and every twitch is like music. Every tapping toe and drumming finger adds up to make your favorite song.
Dom makes you think things that don't make any sense.
You don't know why you're walking with him. At dusk. Down a road that you're pretty sure leads to nowhere. But you don't have to know why because you'd follow Dom anywhere. You think it would be easier to follow him if he wasn't shrouded in all that jittery haze.
You notice that your shoe isn't tied, so you bend down to tie it. When you look up, you notice that the setting sun is bursting in front of him and wrapping around his ribs. You like the way it looks, but it's only a few seconds before he's blurry again.
You ask him why he's not wearing a shirt because you're just noticing that he's buzzing in fleshtones. He says it's too hot. He says he's been wondering why you're still wearing your shirt. So you don't wear your shirt anymore.
When you start walking again, he holds your hand. Some of his movement is spilling onto your hand. Making the definition jumble until you can't see the difference between his hand and your hand. You think it doesn't really matter where he ends and you begin, as long as you're together.
Dom finds a patch of green grass on the side of the road. He says it looks comfortable. He says he wants to lay down for a while. Maybe just until the stars come out. You have to guess what direction to smile in, because he seems to be bouncing all around you. You can hear his pulse, you think.
You're still not making sense, you think.
He pushes you down on the grass. It's cool and soft beneath your skin. Dom is not cool and soft when he lowers himself down on top of you. His skin is sunwarmed and then some. His shaking breath is blown on your chest until your belly starts to tingle and you can't keep your hands away from him.
You close your eyes and grit your teeth and try to steady your breathing. The tip of his tongue slides all the way up your neck and you can't breathe at all. He sinks his teeth into the top of your shoulder and you think your lungs might collapse. He's buzzing, vibrating against your skin. You don't think you'll be able to handle much more.
You hate how he knows exactly how to drive you crazy, but you love it at the same time.
He drags his teeth over your collarbone and the way he moves, it's almost like chattering teeth against sensitive skin. You wonder if you'll have a bruise to remind you. You wonder if it will bounce on your skin like he does.
When he's hard and pressing into your hip you start to ask him half questions. Like "right here in public?" Instead of answering, he laughs against your chest. He bites down on your bottom lip. His tongue flicks over yours. Your muscles jerk.
He's sweating and the last shards of sunset are settling in the grass around you. It's all sweat and gasping and movement lines and a silver sliver of the moon on the horizon. His sounds get louder. You hear him buzzing "Billy Billy Billy" and you like it.
You tell him the stars are coming out and he says he doesn't care. He says he lied and he wants to stay a little longer. He says there's no rush, but you beg differ. You can feel the rush of intensity. The burn that started in your stomach is spreading. There's a definite rush.
He fingers the button of your jeans. Taps his fingers against it twice before pulling it open. One finger slides over your zipper and then he pulls it down. You think your chest might cave in because you can't remember the last time you took a breath.
At the exact same moment that his warm hand slides inside your pants, he comes in clear. No buzzing. No vibrating, no moving. There's no sound coming from him and come to think of it, there's no sound coming from anywhere. Just for that split second everything is frozen and silent.
And then it all comes crashing down again.