[ Who they really are? A steep ask. Impossible, even, or at least very close to it. Desire, potent and overwhelming, it builds like a wave, cresting when his hand closes around their cock. Whether it's desire for more of this, to be fucked out of their mind or to let him see what they try so hard to bury deep into the marrow of their bones, they can't tell for sure.
Whatever it is, it's intoxicating and addictive. Would it be so bad to let go completely and place everything they are in his hands? Even this is more than anything they've allowed. They've played it safe for so long, as long as they can remember. Tightly controlled, their restraint is a barrier that's thinning. Tartaglia's a force on his own, threatening to pull them under and keep them there.
All they can think of doing is cup their hand around the back of his neck, to pull him down and keep him in place. Caught up in Tartaglia's heat and desire and the feeling of his hand on them melts just enough of their restraint. Pressing their face against his neck, it's a growl, low and closer to a snarl, that comes before they bite down hard.
Far from letting go entirely, but it's enough. Wrenched out of them, their cry is hoarse and breathless. Intertwined with it, his name, half-broken and closer to a sob as they spill over his hand. ]
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blankpoint) wrote2023-01-01 03:09 pm
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Whatever it is, it's intoxicating and addictive. Would it be so bad to let go completely and place everything they are in his hands? Even this is more than anything they've allowed. They've played it safe for so long, as long as they can remember. Tightly controlled, their restraint is a barrier that's thinning. Tartaglia's a force on his own, threatening to pull them under and keep them there.
All they can think of doing is cup their hand around the back of his neck, to pull him down and keep him in place. Caught up in Tartaglia's heat and desire and the feeling of his hand on them melts just enough of their restraint. Pressing their face against his neck, it's a growl, low and closer to a snarl, that comes before they bite down hard.
Far from letting go entirely, but it's enough. Wrenched out of them, their cry is hoarse and breathless. Intertwined with it, his name, half-broken and closer to a sob as they spill over his hand. ]