Something about the scene where they first have sex has such an /intimate/, established relationship feeling to it.
Late on a Friday evening, with the light from the television casting long, dull shadows across the floor, the subtle buzzing of some inane soap opera playing quietly in the background, ignored and forgotten, as the couple lazily makes out on the couch, surrounded by half - opened cans of their favorite beer brand.
Touches and caresses and desires escalating into slow paced thrusts and passionatly marked hickeys blooming along pale skin, taking the occasional swig of the drink while their partner continues pleasuring them, taking their time, no haste nor hurry in their motions.
The way the Seme sits kingly on the couch, clothed and in control, large hands encircling the waist of his almost naked partner, with his sweatshirt riding up to his shoulders, body exposed to the cool air and the piercing eyes of a predator savoring its prey. Roaming hands and tremulous gasps, wet kisses and sloppy scrathes on a wide tanned back, sarcastic quips melting into repetitive pleas for release, smug smirks upon seeing their partner come undone under them, before chasing that climax right after, quick and fulfilling.
The comfortable way their bodies fall in tandem with each other. A synchronised harmony reminiscent of long - time lovers rather than a detached arrangement of mutual benefit, the domesticity of it all as if this is how they they have always spent their evenings, in the embrace of each other, with the security of knowing it is but one of the sole stable constants in their lives.
//why did i write this gosh i just meant to say they're not at all awkward and have great chemistry ⁄(⁄ ⁄·⁄ω⁄·⁄ ⁄)⁄
Something about the scene where they first have sex has such an /intimate/, established relationship feeling to it.
Late on a Friday evening, with the light from the television casting long, dull shadows across the floor, the subtle buzzing of some inane soap opera playing quietly in the background, ignored and forgotten, as the couple lazily makes out on the couch, surrounded by half - opened cans of their favorite beer brand.
Touches and caresses and desires escalating into slow paced thrusts and passionatly marked hickeys blooming along pale skin, taking the occasional swig of the drink while their partner continues pleasuring them, taking their time, no haste nor hurry in their motions.
The way the Seme sits kingly on the couch, clothed and in control, large hands encircling the waist of his almost naked partner, with his sweatshirt riding up to his shoulders, body exposed to the cool air and the piercing eyes of a predator savoring its prey. Roaming hands and tremulous gasps, wet kisses and sloppy scrathes on a wide tanned back, sarcastic quips melting into repetitive pleas for release, smug smirks upon seeing their partner come undone under them, before chasing that climax right after, quick and fulfilling.
The comfortable way their bodies fall in tandem with each other. A synchronised harmony reminiscent of long - time lovers rather than a detached arrangement of mutual benefit, the domesticity of it all as if this is how they they have always spent their evenings, in the embrace of each other, with the security of knowing it is but one of the sole stable constants in their lives.
//why did i write this gosh i just meant to say they're not at all awkward and have great chemistry ⁄(⁄ ⁄·⁄ω⁄·⁄ ⁄)⁄