[ His stomach curls visibly as she keeps her fingers around his length, mouth open and eyes half lidded. Her teeth in his skin make him whimper and he doesn't mind all the little bites and bruises she's going to leave - there are always marks on him after they are together. They make what really hurts be less painful. More bearable. Push through the heart wrench by focusing on scratches and bites. It makes it all easier because it's rough, but gentle.
His fingers tightening around him make him jump slightly, gripping his fingers around her hair out of reflex. He gasps her name, and then it dies out in a whimper when she speaks. Oh-- Jesus. He tries to focus on her again as she pulls away, Licks his lower lip as Angel pushes her pants off, biting on the inside. All for him, all for him. His heart beats. It's not enough, but it's so much already. He kicks off his boots and untangles himself from his pants and socks, before moving to help remove Angel's pants out of her ankles.
He doesn't challenge her command. Just smiles, breathless and red, hair curling outwards a little. Parker steps into her space, standing at the edge over her, His hands are slow and soft even through his callouses, starting at the knees and sliding down her thighs. He takes a firm grip, pulling her closer, slipping his thumb against the v-line of her hips, pressing them there in small circles. There's nothing that he wants to do more than to push inside her, to feel her around him, but he doesn't-- because two can play this game. ]
You're pretty terrible.
[ He accuses fondly, leaning down to kiss her knee. He lowers his shoulders as he kneels, bending over her, grabbing her legs to fit the back of her knee over the curve of his shoulder. Keeps his eyes on hers, because it's a vulnerable position, exposed like that, making sure it's okay (knows it is, but always makes sure). He pushes forward then, slow as he sets his hands low on her belly. Pinning her down like that, until he is low enough to lower his face between her thighs. Breathes hot over her, slow and agonizing, before parting her with his tongue, wet and warm, long, slow strokes, parting his mouth over her to make her sing. ]
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His fingers tightening around him make him jump slightly, gripping his fingers around her hair out of reflex. He gasps her name, and then it dies out in a whimper when she speaks. Oh-- Jesus. He tries to focus on her again as she pulls away, Licks his lower lip as Angel pushes her pants off, biting on the inside. All for him, all for him. His heart beats. It's not enough, but it's so much already. He kicks off his boots and untangles himself from his pants and socks, before moving to help remove Angel's pants out of her ankles.
He doesn't challenge her command. Just smiles, breathless and red, hair curling outwards a little. Parker steps into her space, standing at the edge over her, His hands are slow and soft even through his callouses, starting at the knees and sliding down her thighs. He takes a firm grip, pulling her closer, slipping his thumb against the v-line of her hips, pressing them there in small circles. There's nothing that he wants to do more than to push inside her, to feel her around him, but he doesn't-- because two can play this game. ]
You're pretty terrible.
[ He accuses fondly, leaning down to kiss her knee. He lowers his shoulders as he kneels, bending over her, grabbing her legs to fit the back of her knee over the curve of his shoulder. Keeps his eyes on hers, because it's a vulnerable position, exposed like that, making sure it's okay (knows it is, but always makes sure). He pushes forward then, slow as he sets his hands low on her belly. Pinning her down like that, until he is low enough to lower his face between her thighs. Breathes hot over her, slow and agonizing, before parting her with his tongue, wet and warm, long, slow strokes, parting his mouth over her to make her sing. ]