[ He feels her, pulsing, tighter, too hot, and he knows what it means. That she is close, and it won't take long for her to let go and then he will right after. Sometimes it's hard to hold back, and sometimes he can't-- sometimes it hits him too hard and he can't hold back, but he always tries to make up to her because what fun is it if she's not satisfied and bone-tired from this too? But not today. Today he's holding back, hard to do, breathing heavy against her skin as he grips to her so tightly, trying to focus on her. He looks up at her, at her face twisted sweetly in pure pleasure and he smiles so soft, kissing her neck. He slows down for a second, just to give himself some pause. Rolling her hips against him slower. His cock pulsing and wet from her and his own pre, telling of how close he is.
Her sounds are driving him insane and he speeds back up again, straining to keep his strokes hard and long and if she doesn't come soon, Parker is going to go insane because he needs-- needs to do so soon, bury himself inside of her and pretend they're okay, and pretend this moment lasts forever, that blissful nothingness of his mind. He leans back only slightly to be at an angle, never taking his hands off of her. The muscles of his abdomen tight and like this, under stress, completely defined. He groans, moans, it feels so good as she settles so heavily and she is so warm and sweet and god, god, he's going to-- ]
Fuck--
[ And it's small and gasped and strangled and he's just about to tip over when she suddenly-- stops. Parker makes the most pitiful noise when she pushes him back and takes herself away from him. He hits the bed almost too heavily, the throbbing between his legs almost hurting. Gasping, Parker looks up at her a little lost, doesn't even have time to react to everything properly. Feels her fingers around his neck finally and whimpers to her, fingers twitching against the skin of her thighs (can feel them trembling, knows she wants more of him, as much as he wants more of her and he can't believe she's denying them both. ]
Wha-- What? [ He says out of breath, trying his best to ignore the twiching between his legs, the way he can feel himself so pent up he feels like he's going to die or explode into a million pieces. ] Angel-- I'm--
[ He can't even think properly. White dots around his eyes and she tightens her fingers and he doesn't know why it always gets to him when she's like that. She wouldn't hurt him, he knows, not like this, but her hand is tight around him and it's hard to swallow. He looks at her, a little lost, all red, hair all over the place, his hands gripping into her skin because god, he almost wants to reach down to himself and finish it, because he's desperate for it. Parker licks his dry lips, bringing a hand around her wrist and grabbing it tightly too. ]
Try me. I can always take your worse.
[ He dares, keeping his eyes on hers. But no, he won't hate her. He never could. Because he's one of the few that can take her absolute worse and still love her for it. ]
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Her sounds are driving him insane and he speeds back up again, straining to keep his strokes hard and long and if she doesn't come soon, Parker is going to go insane because he needs-- needs to do so soon, bury himself inside of her and pretend they're okay, and pretend this moment lasts forever, that blissful nothingness of his mind. He leans back only slightly to be at an angle, never taking his hands off of her. The muscles of his abdomen tight and like this, under stress, completely defined. He groans, moans, it feels so good as she settles so heavily and she is so warm and sweet and god, god, he's going to-- ]
Fuck--
[ And it's small and gasped and strangled and he's just about to tip over when she suddenly-- stops. Parker makes the most pitiful noise when she pushes him back and takes herself away from him. He hits the bed almost too heavily, the throbbing between his legs almost hurting. Gasping, Parker looks up at her a little lost, doesn't even have time to react to everything properly. Feels her fingers around his neck finally and whimpers to her, fingers twitching against the skin of her thighs (can feel them trembling, knows she wants more of him, as much as he wants more of her and he can't believe she's denying them both. ]
Wha-- What? [ He says out of breath, trying his best to ignore the twiching between his legs, the way he can feel himself so pent up he feels like he's going to die or explode into a million pieces. ] Angel-- I'm--
[ He can't even think properly. White dots around his eyes and she tightens her fingers and he doesn't know why it always gets to him when she's like that. She wouldn't hurt him, he knows, not like this, but her hand is tight around him and it's hard to swallow. He looks at her, a little lost, all red, hair all over the place, his hands gripping into her skin because god, he almost wants to reach down to himself and finish it, because he's desperate for it. Parker licks his dry lips, bringing a hand around her wrist and grabbing it tightly too. ]
Try me. I can always take your worse.
[ He dares, keeping his eyes on hers. But no, he won't hate her. He never could. Because he's one of the few that can take her absolute worse and still love her for it. ]