He tastes like sweat and cigarettes and gin and vodka, like shadows and light and the shifting gray of smoke.
She burns against him. The heat of her mouth, her body, her everything is so intense that he might melt into the bed covers. He feels her fingers move between them and his head spins. His hold on her becomes less a grasp and more a cling, as his nerves start to unravel like frayed rope.
He picks up the pace with short, hard thrusts. The sound of slick skin against slick skin fills the room, the creaking and rocking of the bed, their tangled voices echoing in every corner. (Katya's unfortunate neighbors are getting an earful. But who cares.)
She sets him on fire and now he burns, his limbs giving out and giving in. He tosses his head back as if he were possessed. And he comes, his body going rigid underneath her, a choked cry squeezed from his constricted throat.
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Date: 2015-01-17 05:05 pm (UTC)She burns against him. The heat of her mouth, her body, her everything is so intense that he might melt into the bed covers. He feels her fingers move between them and his head spins. His hold on her becomes less a grasp and more a cling, as his nerves start to unravel like frayed rope.
He picks up the pace with short, hard thrusts. The sound of slick skin against slick skin fills the room, the creaking and rocking of the bed, their tangled voices echoing in every corner. (Katya's unfortunate neighbors are getting an earful. But who cares.)
She sets him on fire and now he burns, his limbs giving out and giving in. He tosses his head back as if he were possessed. And he comes, his body going rigid underneath her, a choked cry squeezed from his constricted throat.