[ He's nothing but self-destructive enough to fall into the abyss of the sea and die against waves and rocks. To be washed away from the shore and pulled in, in, in. If she is the one holding his throat in death. And it's not okay, it really isn't, but there isn't much to hold on to when you have lost everything. So when all you have is the thing that will kill you, you just accept it.
And he does.
Parker smiles sweetly at her as she leans over him. Doesn't need her to press close when he knows she was enjoying herself. He knows control is something important to her. So he gives it to her, fully. Even if he wants to bury in her again, already aching from her loss, softly twitching between his legs, a bit harder when she kisses him. He leans in, awkward angle but he doesn't care, parting his lips to her. Moaning softly when she drags her teeth on his skin.
She leans back, and he follows, but there's only so much he can do. He closes his eyes at he nuzzling, reaching back to trace the back of his hand, scuffed knuckles and calloused fingers that are always so gentle to her, tracing down the line of her jaw, back up to her pretty hair.
He breathes through open mouth as her hands touch his skin, bruised and marked from so many falls, muscles underneath it moving slowly with each touch. He looks at her for a second as she makes her request (demand, really). Parker swallows on a dry throat and pushes himself up on his elbows and knees, before slowly settling his hands to the mattress. Fingers curling slightly on the pillow as he tries to focus on not picturing her mouth around his hard-on, or the way she sits on him and holds him down by the throat.
He tries not to touch himself at all, but god, he wishes he could. ]
Angel...
[ Please. Something. Anything. He's sweet and gentle and so patient, but she's right there and they were so close-- why would she stop that? ]
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And he does.
Parker smiles sweetly at her as she leans over him. Doesn't need her to press close when he knows she was enjoying herself. He knows control is something important to her. So he gives it to her, fully. Even if he wants to bury in her again, already aching from her loss, softly twitching between his legs, a bit harder when she kisses him. He leans in, awkward angle but he doesn't care, parting his lips to her. Moaning softly when she drags her teeth on his skin.
She leans back, and he follows, but there's only so much he can do. He closes his eyes at he nuzzling, reaching back to trace the back of his hand, scuffed knuckles and calloused fingers that are always so gentle to her, tracing down the line of her jaw, back up to her pretty hair.
He breathes through open mouth as her hands touch his skin, bruised and marked from so many falls, muscles underneath it moving slowly with each touch. He looks at her for a second as she makes her request (demand, really). Parker swallows on a dry throat and pushes himself up on his elbows and knees, before slowly settling his hands to the mattress. Fingers curling slightly on the pillow as he tries to focus on not picturing her mouth around his hard-on, or the way she sits on him and holds him down by the throat.
He tries not to touch himself at all, but god, he wishes he could. ]
Angel...
[ Please. Something. Anything. He's sweet and gentle and so patient, but she's right there and they were so close-- why would she stop that? ]