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yapping poodle scumbag ⛧ ([personal profile] guitarpicks) wrote in [personal profile] verbol 2024-01-20 09:22 pm (UTC)

( eddie doesn't answer that. can't. he's boneless underneath him, hands falling into the furs because he doesn't have the strength to hold on.

he moans into Daddy's mouth instead, kisses back sloppy but keening.

the pace picks up and he can't even kiss back properly, pants into jim's mouth as as he feels the heat inside of him, feels Daddy paint his guts white and claim him for his own. eddie wants him here forever, wants to feel the weight of him pressing deep where it belongs. he wants to keep him so he forces his arms to move again, wrapping around jim's neck to keep him close as he leans up to press their mouths together.

this moment feels different, somehow, than any other time they've been in this position. eddie wants to make it last, wants to stay in it for eternity in this little bubble full of feelings he can't quite name; this place that's warm, that's safe, that's theirs.
)

Mm.. Stay? Like this? ( he says, soft, and delicate and slurred still because he's floating, floating, floating and those words want to turn into something else. )

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