goth angel sinner - dreamnap (sequel to cowys)

drain you - nirvana

chew your meat for you
pass it back and forth
in a passionate kiss
from my mouth to yours

xxx

nails claw at my back. i'm delirious. my vision is unfocused. fingertips tingling. face numb.

i love it.

our lips dance together, tongues sloppily intertwining. since we're already out of breath it doesn't last long. strings of saliva connect us even after we've pulled away. the clear liquid drips from the corner of his quivering mouth. his cheeks are pink, his eyes shut out of enjoyment.

he looks so vulnerable in my bed like this, so vulnerable being pinned down and fucked into the mattress. so vulnerable with me towering over him, controlling his body. it's beautiful. he's hot.

nick whorishly moans with my every thrust. he tried to keep quiet at first, shamefully putting a hand over his mouth to stifle the noises. that didn't sit right with me. 'no reason to be self-conscious' i told him, gripping both his wrists and forcing them up above his head.

i want to be able to hear every little shaky breath, every single horny moan coming from his throat. they only amplify the experience by a shit ton.

whenever he whimpers or seems to be in pain i slow down. i pepper his face in featherlight kisses, massage his sides, whisper to him how fucking pretty he is. anything to make him comfortable, to let him have the best time of his life.

i was never like this with any of my exes. love and affection didn't cut it for me. being careful, taking it slow, didn't cut it for me. but nick is like no one i've ever slept with. once again, he's something else. he's making me soft, and funnily enough, i'm liking it.

my fingers run through his messy brown hair. i tug on it slightly, earning me a shocked, but eager, gasp. a smirk forms on my lips as i keep pulling, enjoying his reaction. strands of it have stuck to his clammy forehead and gone darker. i'm sure i look the same.

"s-stop going so fuck-" he suddenly pushes out, "so fucking slow."

our eyes properly meet for the first time in a good while, and the surprise shortly takes over me.

"i want it t-to hurt- faster, please..."

his begging and whining awakens something in me. a familiar spark. the words turn me on like hell. if he wants more, i'll gladly give him more.

"okay baby," i pant, "but tell me if- if you want me to stop."

he wordlessly approves, relaxing to prepare for what i'm about to do to him. i keep my hand in his hair, now pulling the silky strands so hard his head cranes back. that alone makes him groan and whimper, to which i just smirk in anticipation.

without a single ounce of hesitation i go deep into him, much harder than before. he screams from the pleasure-mixed pain. as the pace continuously quickens he starts writhing and trembling in my grasp, completely out of it. he's so tight around me that it's driving me wild.

my mind is foggy, like i'm high and floating above the clouds. an intense warmth pools in my stomach as i keep brutally slamming myself into him. it's a kind of violent yet romantic pleasure i've never felt before. i crave more, i crave relief.

his moans are so loud and drawn out, so beautiful. they blend with high whines and screams as i hit his prostate. instead of gripping me and scratching my back until it bleeds, he tears at the white bedsheets. my neck is loose and i've got troubles even keeping my head up anymore.

despite that i don't let my strength subside. i aim for the same spot over and over, straight up abusing it to push him over the edge. his desperate noises only get more hot, more uncontrolled.

sweaty skin to skin, the still air only filled with sounds of our love. it's nothing short of a dream.

stars and planets dance in my vision. they break into every part of my brain, no matter how inaccessible or closed off. nick goes limp, legs shaking and toes curling as he climaxes, cum spilling all over me, the bed, and him. the added tightness that follows is too much, and i feel my own legs going weak.

"cla-ay, ahhh, clay-"

the strained way he says my name in is enough for me to reach my tipping point. i throw my head back, groaning and shivering as i cum deep inside him, more than ever before. the release is so fucking sweet that i feel like i might pass out on the spot. i'm dizzy and ecstatic, my brain totally fried.

"h-holy shit," nick breathes, staring at me with dreamy, half lidded eyes.

he's so sexy. hair a standing mess, forehead dripping with sweat, lips wet and red, cheeks pink and tear-stained. so fucking sexy.

i snuggle up to him, engulfing him in my arms and profusely kissing his face. small, tired giggles escape his mouth.

"that felt so good.."
"yeah," i chuckle, "it did."

he connects our lips in an affectionate kiss. it's as if i can taste the elation and thankfulness on his tongue. he scoots a little closer, his body fully relaxing next to mine.

"let's go take a shower," i announce after we've pulled away.
"but i'm sleeeeepy," he mutters, pouting like a child.

"your sex hair may be extremely hot, and as much as i just wanna stay here and cuddle we gotta clean up, okay? i'll wash your hair, i'll wash your body, i'll give you lots of kisses, and you won't have to lift a finger. that sound good? i'll fix everything."

"you're too sweet."
"well there's a reason you call me sugar," i shrug.

xxx

sloppy lips to lips
you're my vitamins
i like you