[ He never has any chances with her. Parker is always at her mercy. Especially when she stays like that and he can't do anything but grip on to her thighs. He rises his knees behind her for a better grip and kind of letting her lean back more easily if she wants to. The noise he makes is half caught in his throat with the slow roll of her hips that feels so, so good and he's completely distracted about anything else, watching the ondulation of her waist against him, how perfect he feels inside of her. There's a sharp pull from inside at a particular roll and Parker gasps, can't help to buck hard into her just that once, lifting his hips off the bed for it. Fuck, why does it feel so good?
(Not just this, but the way he completely belongs to her, the way he has nothing waiting for him if - when - he goes but he would be free of this abyss. The abyss she keeps luring him into. A siren, with sweet words that aren't sweet at all and the power to break his heart, always does, always.)
He closes his eyes as she kisses him, smoothing his hands over her ample skin, letting her move her hips however she wants to but still pushing his to meet hers halfway. The slower tempo lets him get his breath back, but it's still almost too good, so sensitive for all she does. He can barely manage to listen to her, mind clouded with how she feels and how she tastes and how she is so perfect. He blinks his eyes half open when she stops moving for a second, making a whiny inquisitive noise. Why-- ]
What?
[ Half cut by a wince and a hiss when Angel drags lines on his pale skin, almost unhealthy from the disease in him, looking worse for all the veins that stretch through his body, darker than they're supposed to, all from the sickness that he's so torn apart by. He arches his back with a sudden gasp when she rocks her hips harder. Parker grips on to her, feeling a pull inside every time she moves against him and she isn't giving him any chances if she keeps going. He bites his lip, trying to stifle his noises, to no avail, she feels too good, the warmth of her, the slick and wet and clench.
And then he can't-- can't believe she's not letting him thrust into her with her weight and hands pinning him to the bed. Squinting his eyes shut to try and focus not to be too much into it because if he doesn't he's-- ]
A-Angel, fuck-- I can't-- [ He stammers pathetically against her mouth breathlessly, kissing her messy and distracted because it's so hard to focus, holding on to her tightly, his belly curling, and curling, and curling, and god, it feels like he's going to explode in a million stars. ]
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(Not just this, but the way he completely belongs to her, the way he has nothing waiting for him if - when - he goes but he would be free of this abyss. The abyss she keeps luring him into. A siren, with sweet words that aren't sweet at all and the power to break his heart, always does, always.)
He closes his eyes as she kisses him, smoothing his hands over her ample skin, letting her move her hips however she wants to but still pushing his to meet hers halfway. The slower tempo lets him get his breath back, but it's still almost too good, so sensitive for all she does. He can barely manage to listen to her, mind clouded with how she feels and how she tastes and how she is so perfect. He blinks his eyes half open when she stops moving for a second, making a whiny inquisitive noise. Why-- ]
What?
[ Half cut by a wince and a hiss when Angel drags lines on his pale skin, almost unhealthy from the disease in him, looking worse for all the veins that stretch through his body, darker than they're supposed to, all from the sickness that he's so torn apart by. He arches his back with a sudden gasp when she rocks her hips harder. Parker grips on to her, feeling a pull inside every time she moves against him and she isn't giving him any chances if she keeps going. He bites his lip, trying to stifle his noises, to no avail, she feels too good, the warmth of her, the slick and wet and clench.
And then he can't-- can't believe she's not letting him thrust into her with her weight and hands pinning him to the bed. Squinting his eyes shut to try and focus not to be too much into it because if he doesn't he's-- ]
A-Angel, fuck-- I can't-- [ He stammers pathetically against her mouth breathlessly, kissing her messy and distracted because it's so hard to focus, holding on to her tightly, his belly curling, and curling, and curling, and god, it feels like he's going to explode in a million stars. ]