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luckyscience2023-07-10 02:15 pm
madaboutit) wrote in luckyscience2023-07-10 02:15 pm
A Lift Home
[From here.]
He doesn't answer, but he does twist so she's the one facing the button. Sweeney does his best to be patient, reminding himself this is so much better than having to climb all those fucking stairs.
Luckily, someone had come down recently, and there's a prompt chime before the doors open. Stepping inside, he doesn't turn around, just watches the back wall of the environment that's new to him, leaving her near the row of buttons next to the door. Sweeney twists his head to murmur against her thigh that blocks his range of motion.
"You got that one too?"
He doesn't answer, but he does twist so she's the one facing the button. Sweeney does his best to be patient, reminding himself this is so much better than having to climb all those fucking stairs.
Luckily, someone had come down recently, and there's a prompt chime before the doors open. Stepping inside, he doesn't turn around, just watches the back wall of the environment that's new to him, leaving her near the row of buttons next to the door. Sweeney twists his head to murmur against her thigh that blocks his range of motion.
"You got that one too?"
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With her particular vantage point, the shallowing of his breath is blatantly obvious. Sweeney has to lick his lip and swallow to give himself enough focus to fight it. It leaves him imbalanced between the quick, slight breaths and slow deep ones. Fuck, he hates waiting.
The intensity of his gaze remains locked on hers, but the rest of his expression flickers in echoes of want and struggle. When she loosens the last button, he can't stop his hips from urging towards her, chasing greater pressure.
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She needs more for a better glide, so she sits up and bows her head. Her tongue drags along his cock in broad stripes. She traces along the vein at his underside and swirls her tongue around the head. Her hand moves easier along him then.
"I wonder how much inches I can swallow," she teases.
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She only has the first lick done, and he has to lean forward to brace himself on the headboard. His fingers coil tighter with each one that follows it.
"Only one way ta find out," he notes, his breath a little too shallow to pass as unaffected. She has him aching, and the thought of being wrapped in something warm and wet has him eager for her to run some scientific measurements.