[ It's so selfish - the way she sears herself into him like because he wouldn't give himself to the connection, that she'll cut herself into him physically where she can't do it mentally. An affection that smells like burning air and far off chemicals. Hers, hers, hers.
She's nothing but easy under him in those after seconds, her body shuddering as he settles kisses on her, head turned away as she sinks back down into the bed after he moves her up, her legs drawn up against his sides. Her hands coming up to his shoulders in a lazy stretch because her eyes shut and so sensitive as she is, it's impossible to not feel where he's hard against her. A sweet peaked little noise she mumbles into his mouth as he kisses her.
That too - it's not - healthy, probably. No, he want to settle in her mind, but there's never been much denying how he likes to crawl into her, that absent twitch where she feels that barely there movement against her, catching heat and slick mess, where she's - oh, still tight, probably, coming down off what he'd done to her, that dissipating haze from her vision, but still warm in all her limbs. But she likes that too, where he settles into her and they're as close as they can be.
She rakes her fingers lazily through his hair as she leans up into the kiss. Angles her hips that little bit to catches the tip of him against her, not quite right, but heat. Just - just there. Teasing him almost as much as it is to her. ]
[ Nothing is ever fair between them anyway. Why would this be?
Parker parts his lips around Angel and she kisses him back, still moving his hips ridiculously slowly. Part of it to tease her, part of it to steady himself. He's still running high from her mouth and more so from his on her. He tips his head to hers, biting her lower lip softly - not at all like she had scratched him. Parker sighs into the kiss, all warm and happy, shuddering with the way her hands drag through his hair - getting longer here, because he gets distracted too often.
But then she's shifting her hips and Parker moans into her mouth, grasping her hand a little more. Hyper-sensitive still, and she's so warm and slick that it's impossible not to feel it. He pulls back from the kiss, leaning down to kiss her neck and shoulder. Has to look between them for a second as he takes a hand to take hold of himself. Pressing his thumb to the base of his cock, trapping it between that and Angel's warmth. He looks up again to her, keeps his eyes on her as he slowly pushes his hips forward, slowly pressing in and in. He shudders as her warmth envolops him, gasping for it (for her). With his tip in her, he can pull his hand away and set it on the bed. Pushing himself up just that bit to see what he's doing at first. All red and goosebumpy from it because there is nothing that feels like her. He glances at her, doesn't break eye contact as he holds himself still. ]
You're so warm.
[ He whispers gently. Which doesn't mean that at all, it means how much he cares for her and needs her. He still holds her eye as he presses in further, in, in, in, tortuously slow, until their hips are fit together tightly and he's completely engulfed in her. He shudders, closing his eyes for a second, leaning his forehead to her. Kisses her nose softly as he begins to pull his hips back, almost all the way, and back in in a slow, deep rhythm. ]
[ God she's still - still too warm - still coming down - still too sensitive, and it's too much, how slow he is with it makes it even worse. Drags on every too sharp part of her still as he presses into her. Bringing her fingers up to catch on his jaw as he looks at her, hard to look anywhere else - even if there's something vulnerable in it that she's never sure if she's used to. Because she can't look away and the sound she makes works up, quick and high in her throat, where he's just above her and just inside of her as he aligns himself to her. Arm caught between them and she can't say the things she means to say and can't demand anything but the little hitch that falls from parted lips in that one near second.
Then he shifts, and she does as well, slipping her hand back over his shoulder because - yes, she's over-sensitive and it's so hard to look at him, sometimes, where she's all open and easy to him. But the only thing worse - would be if he stopped right now, and as he pushes up, her fingers slip to his shoulder, palm flat to his shoulder blade in an absent need to touch - to do something as she feels everything pull tightly in and around him.
Presses into her, so, so slow and she can feel every inch of him that way and it's more and more and more, as her light brushing touch turns gripping. Her hand making sure he couldn't go much further from her until he's pressed deeply into her and her eyes fall shut. There's always something to being watched that she craves and cannot handle, wants and feels helpless too. Where he's part of her - and there's too much earnesty to it that she never allows anyone else to see that leaves her turning up into the soft little kiss, hips tilting as he begins to move and for one - one awful second, she's empty, and it's like she's lost him already and the noise she makes is pitiful. God, it's too much and it's not enough and as he begins to move, so deeply into her in torturous seconds her arms lock about him and her legs draw up close to him.
She needs him, and she has him as close as she can in the only way he lets them be whole together.
( she needs him, and he's leaving her and she moans breathlessly as he presses into her over again for the sweet sting of pain in leaves between her ribs that shouldn't feel as good as it does ) ]
[ Parker shifts over her as he holds on to him. He slows down a little, always worried and gentle, when she grips tighter. Makes sure she's okay, but she is, she would tell him otherwise, he knows, so he relaxes into her again. Breath hitched up and hard and heavy as he settles close to her. He pulls a hand around to her leg, sliding under it to keep it close to his hip and a little high up, knows he can move deeper like that and god, he can feel the way it changes. Parker gasps softly into her skin, burrowing his nose on her neck as he closes his eyes in concentration. It's hard, to keep that rhythm, but for a while he wants it to be slow and soft and gentle. He makes sure he pulls all the way back and pushes all the way to the hilt of him. Feels her clench around him and he whimpers, shuddering pathetically into her. It's hard to focus.
Every little stroke of him pulls a low moan. He feels himself throb, like a pull from deep down, and curls over her with a soft noisel. Parker kisses her neck, whispering sweet nothings to her ear. That she's perfect and he is nothing but hers, all his heart, hers, hers, hers, but she doesn't need those words, she knows.
Then, it coils so much in his belly he can't help it. He shifts his legs and hips, getting a little more leverage. He finds the best position for both of them (her more than him, always) and angles his hips so that he can move faster, can't help to buck a little harder at a particular good pulse through him. Pulling his face from her neck to brush her nose to hers, gasping and moaning and never being able to stop making little noises because god, she feels-- she feels--
Parker keeps looking at her. Kisses her, again and again. The hand on her thigh moves to her hip as he picks up the pace, better hold like that. He focus, has to, keeps a fast pace, but careful to not to lose too much control. Wouldn't want to enjoy himself alone in this. He kisses her jaw, panting for her, pressing his words to her skin, ]
You okay? Is this-- Want faster?
[ Or slower or more or whatever she wants because he loves this too much to be able to pick a right pace. ]
[ She rolls under him, her fingers curling up under his shoulders to hook in against him. Bring them as close as she can, breathing thick and gasping as he thrusts into her. Her thigh hooked against his side, nails scratching into his back with burning fingertips. Scorring him like she always did, hers - hers - hers. That roll of possessiveness in her movements that was careful as it was destructive. Her forehead pressing into him as she cries out sharp and high where he speeds up, forcing the air out of her lungs as she gives up trying to be subtle ( not that she ever was when it came to how much she likes when he's - oh settled deep into her, breathing her name like a prayer into her neck and they're one and whole and - )
It could go on like this, for an age, she knows, a hand slipping down and grabbing forcefully at his ass, drawing him into her that little bit more, breathing in for it. God, god, god it always feels like too much but she needs - ]
Y-yeah, [ not an answer, because yes, yes it could go on like this, but she promised to hurt him, like she always did, like he always let her and she never backed down before. So she grabs him hard, presses him into her in a way she knows is nothing but distracting for how easy she is to him. Wet and slick and warm. Where he's all needful, then she pushes up to roll him back. Angling him get him flat on his back.
As soon as she's up, she pushes herself up to look over him this time, with her hair falling over her shoulder. ] Better. [ where she likes to be, even if she knows better than to let that on to most people. ]
[ There are no better noises than those Angel makes for him. She sounds so good, sounds so sweet, all high and pitched and breathless and he can't help to feel his chest flare up like crazy because he gets to hear her like that, gets to be the one doing it to her. Shaking slightly when her fingers draw marks on his back. Both good and painful, but he never once lets her hold back. He's a canvas for her to pain in careful kisses and raw fingers.
When she rolls her hips the way she knows he has no defense against, Parker shudders, makes a sweet sound in the back of his throat like the air has been taken out of his lungs and the only source of oxygen is Angel's name because he gasps it. ] D-Dammit-- Angel-- [ Begging her for mercy, because he can't do anything about that if she keeps going. He slides deep into her and can feel himself pulled tight, pulsing through him, and she feels so good around him, so warm.
He closes his eyes, moaning loudly because he can't help it, slipping his arms around her in a warm hug, turning his face to kiss her, slipping his tongue into her mouth, drowning his sounds in her. Her hand on his ass only an encouragement, and he-- he's not thinking when he speeds up, hard and quick thrusts, his mind blank and numb in pleasure, can't think, can only feel how perfect she feels. He should- should slow down. He won't last that long like this, with her letting him, needs to pace himself because he clearly wants to make her enjoy herself again. He's still thrusting into her when she makes him push that much into her and a shudder rattles through him, gasping against her mouth. Has to force himself to slow down or he's going to--
He startles "awake" when Angel suddenly tips him over. He fumbles a little, chest red, belly all trembling. He goes with the push, loose limbed, hitting the bed with his back heavily. His face all pink and hair all over the place. Looks so sweet like that-- always does for her. Parker makes a tiny noise, before smiling up at her. ]
Hey.
[ He says breathlessly, setting his hands on her thighs by each side of him. The pause is appreciated. Coming down from it, or he's going to go way too soon. Tracig the markings gently with soft fingers, up her belly, down back again. Still breathless for her. ]
I like you like this.
[ It's the word that is silent again bleeding out of him. He loves her, he loves her, he loves her. He wants to tell her but he will never do that to her. So he just says other things. Does sweet things. So he can't tell her, but he still can show her in his way; Parker moves his hands around her back, setting on her nice plumpy butt and gives her a playful squeeze. ]
[ Once he's down, under her, her hands are set flat to the bed behind and the roll of her hips is a smooth, easy grace. Like water falling over and through her. Not quick, or too much. Just him in her and the way it draws something too fragile to last out of the both of him. Just - just one second at having him as she extends over him. A smile on her lips that is sweet, all hers. The kiss she gives is lingering, the way she pushes back into his hands just as much because she likes how he touches, she always has. ]
Hey. [ Another kiss, all slow and sweet as she lets her breath catch in her throat to press the sound into his mouth. ] Do you remember what I said?
[ Because he should be the one to never trust her, doesn't he know she's all lies and sweetness?
She draws up, and she sets her hands flat to his chest, pressing him flat back against the bed. Sets her nails flat and drags them down, slow, deep, sunk into his skin and drawing red ugly lines on him like he was - hers. ( he was, he was, he was - no, no, that's wrong, he is, he always be ). Pointedly claiming, and there's no repentence in her expression when she leans back again.
This time, the rock of her hips is harder, sharper, takes him into her and sets herself down again to bite at his neck, sinking her teeth to his skin like she wants to take his sickness into herself. Her tongue on his skin to taste salt and all his bundled up regrets. Such a martyr, she'll never forgive him, maybe because she's never forgiven herself. Her fingers reach of his hips, pushing down there to keep him from bucking back into her as she kept that sharp deep pressure of her teeth and nails and - she knows now, why psychos devour so. She might like to pick bits of him out of her teeth.
She probably will be until the markings die on her body.
But she isn't going to be nice about it, she promised herself these days, she wouldn't betray her own word ever again. ]
[ 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. ]
[ She doesn't give him an inch, doesn't him space to breathe, to get his head back. Her hand flat to his chest even as he arches up under her, rides up hard against her and forces a rough sound from her throat that begs for more of it. Where he's harsh and quick and desperate inside of her and she could just stay like that, her head tipped back for a second of indulgence where she rocks down against him. Body arching up in a curve, all smooth grace to the gesture, hair falling thick and loose around her, body burning bright and light. It's a quick, breathless gesture and she could be merciful to him. Could be benevolent, where he's so settled so deeply inside of her that it pulls a sound from her lips and just how close he is. Let herself pull tight around him and he'd come as easy as that, she knows. Where she's so slick it's nothing but easy, seamless glide.
But no, she's got her own want, and it's not fair, but just - just as he's gasping and gripping tightly to her - she stops, she slows, she pulls up and away and lowers he eyes to watch him as she slowly, slowly, slowly, draws herself off his cock and it's a slick motion with how wet she is.
Her void is low, thready, all sharp prickling edges that - oh, oh he needs to stop thinking she'll ever be that easy on him when she's set her mind to something. Not unaffected, never is, where they're this close. ] I told you, Parker. [ Up, up, up until he's almost slipped free of her, belly tensed with the effort before she sinks back down on him, making him watch how she takes him. ]
[ It's not very possible to think when he have Angel wrapping him up in her warmth, it's not feasible to draw any logic or thought or reason when she is moving in such a way against him that he has no defense to it but to take and take and take. He moves harder when she moves her hand to his chest again, gripping her hips tightly. He thrusts up every time she comes down, almost thoughtless to it, comes by instinct, where he settles in in such a way that he can feel himself draw tighter with each stroke and he doesn't know how long he can last (not long, she could always get him there so pathetically easily).
Still, he holds, belly tight and trembling and gasping for air and her name, heels digging in to the mattress.
But then she almost stops and Parker whines for it, can't believe she would-- she would deny him that and he grips even harder to her skin, turning it pink under his hands. Can barely speak for it, feeling so incredibly tight in his chest, more so in his abdomen, lower still, throbbing and slick and so hot he could almost die. He flickers his eyes from her legs to her face, gasping louder as she sinks back down, and god, he thinks he's going to lose it in that exact second. He bites his lip, groaning, but he can't stand it anymore. He wants her, so much, he can barely keep himself still.
So instead, he suddenly sits up, burying his face on her chest. Still giving her control, because he knows she likes it, needs it, and he does too, he needs her to have that, but there's a thin thread he's walking and it's unbearable not to cross it, pounding inside of him so tight, so caught up, can feel all of him drawn up and hard. He slip his arms around her waist, holding on tight, one hand slipping to her ass to lift her up slightly, bringing her down to the thrust upwards of his hips, a bit harder, only so much, but the way he knows she can handle, can take it, would never hurt her like this (other ways, sometimes, unintentional, but never ever like this). He tucks in close to her, knows she will burn him this close but he wants her to. He gasps in her ear, kissing her neck, nosing her skin, her scent, her scent. There is nothing like it.
Parker starts moving, slow at first, bringing his other hand around between them. A little awkward, but he wants to-- do more. She's slick and easy and he doesn't have to do anything but use that to slick his thumb, moving it upwards where she's still sensitive, circular motions, quick and unforgiving with it. A constant symphony of moans into her skin as he kisses her chest, soft bites to her breast, a contrast with the way he moves into her hard, because he needs to, he can't bare not coming anymore and he wants her to let him, but holding on (barely, he's slipping and slipping) until she does. ]
[ Her fingers grip tightly to his shoulders when he grips back to her - wasn't expecting him to sit up, the hands that grip tightly and force her that little bit heavier against him. She's never made much a secret that she liked it when he got like that with her, pushing at her, rolling at her. It tears a sharp cry out from her lungs, holding tightly as his fingers slip and work against her, and God - God, if it's not everything she wants. Her belly clenching tightly in, her nails scraping, her head falling back as she presses her breast into his mouth. It catches her all too much off guard where she'd been set on tormenting him and she loses herself breathless too it, no restraint, just an avid sharp curl down of her hips that isn't long or smooth or teasing. It's gluttonous and quick and he feels so, so good inside her. Deep and perfect and she feels herself pulse around him that brings the colour up her body. Stretching into him, curling around him where he holds her so that she doesn't have to do anything else but let him move her. Hard and deep and quick.
It could go on like that, nothing but easy. Fuck him until she comes and he would soon after. He's hanging only because she won't let herself and just like that, she's close. Nails scratching down his back in mess lines, her mouth turned into him to drag at his neck in sometimes pointed, deliberate catches of teeth, sometimes breathless moans as he gives her what she wants ( him, and him so deeply inside of her it feels like a promise he'll never leave and it's one she's unfairly taken in the grip of her body where he can't deny her anything ).
Her thighs are shaking and her blood is thundering her ears and the only thing louder is the way she's barely even managing his name, just a wreck of sounds into his skin, just hanging onto him until she almost, almost could. Her thighs shaking either side of his hips, the jolt in the curl of her stomach. Her hands that aren't scraping to be cruel they're just hanging on and she's almost, there, eyes shut and shoulders hunched and toes curled, almost there. Gripping tightly around him.
But it's not what she wanted. It's perfect, it's always perfect, and no one else makes her sound like a cheap video off the EchoNet of Pandora like he does but she's - not letting him have that. Not after all he threatened her, and she drags herself together. Good as it might feel, where he'd come so deeply inside of her and he'd plead so sweetly on her skin. It's good enough every other time. But this is - there's too much different here.
She clambers for a breath of air where she's so close, unwinds herself. Brings her arms up and over, to where one second she brings her fingers sweet to his cheek. Her head up level where she's straddling his lap and a mess where she's so sharply jerking down with her weigh against his cock and for once second she smiles so very, very sweetly at him.
Her hand snaps up, she takes him by the throat and shoves him back down. Flat onto the bed and it takes - every bit of her strength she possesses, but she rolls her hips off him completely. Not going far, her legs are still shaking, and she's hot and wet and tight and needful where she settles just that little bit up his hips. ( and empty, oh she's so empty, she wants him back and - ) ]
I'm going to fuck you now, Parker, understand?
[ Her voice is whisper dry, stretching and harsh in the back of her throat where she's so over-worked and sensitive and fitful. She wants to come but she wants to ruin him more, and it just feeds into her all ugly and twisting. Her pupils wide and her chin lifting and her body glowing with nothing less but power.
( Oh she's always been just so self-sacrificing, hasn't she? ) ]
I'm going to fuck you and you're going to hate me. Then we're even and you can leave whenever you want, and I'll never ask you to stay again.
[ Her fingers shift around his throat, flexing, knowing he probably can't hear her over hating right now, she suspects. But she has him where she wants him because she always does. ]
[ 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. ]
[ Her fingers splay wide, angling them and her body as she stretches herself over the length of him. He's so pretty when he's desperate, so perfectly hers when he's panting raw on the edge of something she won't let him have. He's always called her for what she is. She'd never stepped down from it, not even for the sake of intimacy. There was something to being what she was without remorse, without pretense. To enjoying him when he's under her and the way she can roll her body down over him to kiss him. The smear against his hip, where she's almost touching the tip of him, but isn't. A settled warmth on his belly that doesn't move to give him real satisfaction. But there's her heat, all giving and just above where he could even rock to press into her. ]
Really? Because you'd look like you'd break if I breathed too hard on you right now.
[ Flushed and daring, like he is - it's too easy to keep him down and kiss him. So she does. It's nothing like how they'd been rutting into each other. It's feather like, barely a brush of her mouth. One, then anther, then another.
Then she pulls up, away from him completely. Rocking up onto her knees and looking down her body to look at him as her hand draws away. Her head tilting. He's said - do your worst. So she would, then, wouldn't she? Far be it from her to ever back down when they were having a fight. ]
[ The fact that Angel isn't on him any more doesn't make any real difference to clear his mind. Still soaring high, cloudy thoughts, a heartbeat that's a little too fast. Parker gasps as she rolls against him, gripping at her skin by instinct, leaving red and pink under his fingers. Slowly, though, it does calm down a little, but not nearly enough to be unaffected by her. He can't help the way he thrusts his hips up slightly as if trying to get back in her, though not forceful but rather in an instinctive, thoughtless way.
That's the way she is and Parker never once rejected that. The only rejection he gives is to the Nest, to become entwined in ways that aren't natural, in ways that are invasive. The only time he says no. Everything else is hard to deny her. ]
And who's to blame for that? [ He says with a cheeky smile.
Breathing hard, Parker travels his hands to her ass and pulls her closer as she bends closer to kiss him. He leans up as she does, meeting her lips with that sweetness that only Angel gets to have. Because that part of him is hers and no-one else's. Even when she doesn't believe him that he does, with all his heart. More than she would allow him, surely. Because the word that keeps trying to leave his lips but never does always hangs on his every word, every touch, every look.
Parker tilts his head to all those little kisses, melting under them, even if it's such a difference from the slightly unhinged way they had been going at each other moments ago. But then she leans away and he's left confused but quickly understands as she speaks. Which makes a sting shoot from his groin up his chest and spread through his body, his hands lowering from behind her to her stomach, holding her hips and squeezing slightly. It's hard to stop touching her. ]
Okay.
[ He says in a tiny voice, though he kind of wants to lean up and kiss her again. He could kiss her for days, he thinks. Still, he does as told, dropping his warm hands from her skin to roll on his stomach, the friction of the fabric against his erection making him wince slightly from how sensitive he is. He leans up slightly on his elbows, looking over his shoulder to her with a slightly raised eyebrow. Come on, he did his part. He ought to get a kiss or two, no? ]
[ He gets it - though really, it's still not her fault by this point if he doesn't learn his lessons concerning her. That sirens are there to make foolish sailors dash on rocks. She leans across his back, draping herself on him. Her breaths flat to his shoulder blades, her hips just a little above his so she doesn't give him the satisfaction of knowing just how much she's aching from him ( like it's hard not to, where she's got proof of it smeared between her thighs so warm and wet, from him, from him in her ).
Rather she leans it to kiss him like he wants. First to his shoulder blade, then to his mouth, drawn slowly against him, the taste of him on her lips, the taste of her on him. It's not sweet, but it is dragged out, demanding, awkward at the angle but makes it easy to bite at the side of his lip in a soft tug on his flushed skin. ]
Yeah - [ a breath ascension, nuzzling against his cheek in a brief moment of affection. Warm, light, not at all what she has in mind which comes through so gentle and wicked as she smooths her hand down his side, his back, comfortably. ] Get on your hands and knees.
[ 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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She's nothing but easy under him in those after seconds, her body shuddering as he settles kisses on her, head turned away as she sinks back down into the bed after he moves her up, her legs drawn up against his sides. Her hands coming up to his shoulders in a lazy stretch because her eyes shut and so sensitive as she is, it's impossible to not feel where he's hard against her. A sweet peaked little noise she mumbles into his mouth as he kisses her.
That too - it's not - healthy, probably. No, he want to settle in her mind, but there's never been much denying how he likes to crawl into her, that absent twitch where she feels that barely there movement against her, catching heat and slick mess, where she's - oh, still tight, probably, coming down off what he'd done to her, that dissipating haze from her vision, but still warm in all her limbs. But she likes that too, where he settles into her and they're as close as they can be.
She rakes her fingers lazily through his hair as she leans up into the kiss. Angles her hips that little bit to catches the tip of him against her, not quite right, but heat. Just - just there. Teasing him almost as much as it is to her. ]
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Parker parts his lips around Angel and she kisses him back, still moving his hips ridiculously slowly. Part of it to tease her, part of it to steady himself. He's still running high from her mouth and more so from his on her. He tips his head to hers, biting her lower lip softly - not at all like she had scratched him. Parker sighs into the kiss, all warm and happy, shuddering with the way her hands drag through his hair - getting longer here, because he gets distracted too often.
But then she's shifting her hips and Parker moans into her mouth, grasping her hand a little more. Hyper-sensitive still, and she's so warm and slick that it's impossible not to feel it. He pulls back from the kiss, leaning down to kiss her neck and shoulder. Has to look between them for a second as he takes a hand to take hold of himself. Pressing his thumb to the base of his cock, trapping it between that and Angel's warmth. He looks up again to her, keeps his eyes on her as he slowly pushes his hips forward, slowly pressing in and in. He shudders as her warmth envolops him, gasping for it (for her). With his tip in her, he can pull his hand away and set it on the bed. Pushing himself up just that bit to see what he's doing at first. All red and goosebumpy from it because there is nothing that feels like her. He glances at her, doesn't break eye contact as he holds himself still. ]
You're so warm.
[ He whispers gently. Which doesn't mean that at all, it means how much he cares for her and needs her. He still holds her eye as he presses in further, in, in, in, tortuously slow, until their hips are fit together tightly and he's completely engulfed in her. He shudders, closing his eyes for a second, leaning his forehead to her. Kisses her nose softly as he begins to pull his hips back, almost all the way, and back in in a slow, deep rhythm. ]
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Then he shifts, and she does as well, slipping her hand back over his shoulder because - yes, she's over-sensitive and it's so hard to look at him, sometimes, where she's all open and easy to him. But the only thing worse - would be if he stopped right now, and as he pushes up, her fingers slip to his shoulder, palm flat to his shoulder blade in an absent need to touch - to do something as she feels everything pull tightly in and around him.
Presses into her, so, so slow and she can feel every inch of him that way and it's more and more and more, as her light brushing touch turns gripping. Her hand making sure he couldn't go much further from her until he's pressed deeply into her and her eyes fall shut. There's always something to being watched that she craves and cannot handle, wants and feels helpless too. Where he's part of her - and there's too much earnesty to it that she never allows anyone else to see that leaves her turning up into the soft little kiss, hips tilting as he begins to move and for one - one awful second, she's empty, and it's like she's lost him already and the noise she makes is pitiful. God, it's too much and it's not enough and as he begins to move, so deeply into her in torturous seconds her arms lock about him and her legs draw up close to him.
She needs him, and she has him as close as she can in the only way he lets them be whole together.
( she needs him, and he's leaving her and she moans breathlessly as he presses into her over again for the sweet sting of pain in leaves between her ribs that shouldn't feel as good as it does ) ]
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Every little stroke of him pulls a low moan. He feels himself throb, like a pull from deep down, and curls over her with a soft noisel. Parker kisses her neck, whispering sweet nothings to her ear. That she's perfect and he is nothing but hers, all his heart, hers, hers, hers, but she doesn't need those words, she knows.
Then, it coils so much in his belly he can't help it. He shifts his legs and hips, getting a little more leverage. He finds the best position for both of them (her more than him, always) and angles his hips so that he can move faster, can't help to buck a little harder at a particular good pulse through him. Pulling his face from her neck to brush her nose to hers, gasping and moaning and never being able to stop making little noises because god, she feels-- she feels--
Parker keeps looking at her. Kisses her, again and again. The hand on her thigh moves to her hip as he picks up the pace, better hold like that. He focus, has to, keeps a fast pace, but careful to not to lose too much control. Wouldn't want to enjoy himself alone in this. He kisses her jaw, panting for her, pressing his words to her skin, ]
You okay? Is this-- Want faster?
[ Or slower or more or whatever she wants because he loves this too much to be able to pick a right pace. ]
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It could go on like this, for an age, she knows, a hand slipping down and grabbing forcefully at his ass, drawing him into her that little bit more, breathing in for it. God, god, god it always feels like too much but she needs - ]
Y-yeah, [ not an answer, because yes, yes it could go on like this, but she promised to hurt him, like she always did, like he always let her and she never backed down before. So she grabs him hard, presses him into her in a way she knows is nothing but distracting for how easy she is to him. Wet and slick and warm. Where he's all needful, then she pushes up to roll him back. Angling him get him flat on his back.
As soon as she's up, she pushes herself up to look over him this time, with her hair falling over her shoulder. ] Better. [ where she likes to be, even if she knows better than to let that on to most people. ]
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When she rolls her hips the way she knows he has no defense against, Parker shudders, makes a sweet sound in the back of his throat like the air has been taken out of his lungs and the only source of oxygen is Angel's name because he gasps it. ] D-Dammit-- Angel-- [ Begging her for mercy, because he can't do anything about that if she keeps going. He slides deep into her and can feel himself pulled tight, pulsing through him, and she feels so good around him, so warm.
He closes his eyes, moaning loudly because he can't help it, slipping his arms around her in a warm hug, turning his face to kiss her, slipping his tongue into her mouth, drowning his sounds in her. Her hand on his ass only an encouragement, and he-- he's not thinking when he speeds up, hard and quick thrusts, his mind blank and numb in pleasure, can't think, can only feel how perfect she feels. He should- should slow down. He won't last that long like this, with her letting him, needs to pace himself because he clearly wants to make her enjoy herself again. He's still thrusting into her when she makes him push that much into her and a shudder rattles through him, gasping against her mouth. Has to force himself to slow down or he's going to--
He startles "awake" when Angel suddenly tips him over. He fumbles a little, chest red, belly all trembling. He goes with the push, loose limbed, hitting the bed with his back heavily. His face all pink and hair all over the place. Looks so sweet like that-- always does for her. Parker makes a tiny noise, before smiling up at her. ]
Hey.
[ He says breathlessly, setting his hands on her thighs by each side of him. The pause is appreciated. Coming down from it, or he's going to go way too soon. Tracig the markings gently with soft fingers, up her belly, down back again. Still breathless for her. ]
I like you like this.
[ It's the word that is silent again bleeding out of him. He loves her, he loves her, he loves her. He wants to tell her but he will never do that to her. So he just says other things. Does sweet things. So he can't tell her, but he still can show her in his way; Parker moves his hands around her back, setting on her nice plumpy butt and gives her a playful squeeze. ]
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Hey. [ Another kiss, all slow and sweet as she lets her breath catch in her throat to press the sound into his mouth. ] Do you remember what I said?
[ Because he should be the one to never trust her, doesn't he know she's all lies and sweetness?
She draws up, and she sets her hands flat to his chest, pressing him flat back against the bed. Sets her nails flat and drags them down, slow, deep, sunk into his skin and drawing red ugly lines on him like he was - hers. ( he was, he was, he was - no, no, that's wrong, he is, he always be ). Pointedly claiming, and there's no repentence in her expression when she leans back again.
This time, the rock of her hips is harder, sharper, takes him into her and sets herself down again to bite at his neck, sinking her teeth to his skin like she wants to take his sickness into herself. Her tongue on his skin to taste salt and all his bundled up regrets. Such a martyr, she'll never forgive him, maybe because she's never forgiven herself. Her fingers reach of his hips, pushing down there to keep him from bucking back into her as she kept that sharp deep pressure of her teeth and nails and - she knows now, why psychos devour so. She might like to pick bits of him out of her teeth.
She probably will be until the markings die on her body.
But she isn't going to be nice about it, she promised herself these days, she wouldn't betray her own word ever again. ]
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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. ]
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But no, she's got her own want, and it's not fair, but just - just as he's gasping and gripping tightly to her - she stops, she slows, she pulls up and away and lowers he eyes to watch him as she slowly, slowly, slowly, draws herself off his cock and it's a slick motion with how wet she is.
Her void is low, thready, all sharp prickling edges that - oh, oh he needs to stop thinking she'll ever be that easy on him when she's set her mind to something. Not unaffected, never is, where they're this close. ] I told you, Parker. [ Up, up, up until he's almost slipped free of her, belly tensed with the effort before she sinks back down on him, making him watch how she takes him. ]
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Still, he holds, belly tight and trembling and gasping for air and her name, heels digging in to the mattress.
But then she almost stops and Parker whines for it, can't believe she would-- she would deny him that and he grips even harder to her skin, turning it pink under his hands. Can barely speak for it, feeling so incredibly tight in his chest, more so in his abdomen, lower still, throbbing and slick and so hot he could almost die. He flickers his eyes from her legs to her face, gasping louder as she sinks back down, and god, he thinks he's going to lose it in that exact second. He bites his lip, groaning, but he can't stand it anymore. He wants her, so much, he can barely keep himself still.
So instead, he suddenly sits up, burying his face on her chest. Still giving her control, because he knows she likes it, needs it, and he does too, he needs her to have that, but there's a thin thread he's walking and it's unbearable not to cross it, pounding inside of him so tight, so caught up, can feel all of him drawn up and hard. He slip his arms around her waist, holding on tight, one hand slipping to her ass to lift her up slightly, bringing her down to the thrust upwards of his hips, a bit harder, only so much, but the way he knows she can handle, can take it, would never hurt her like this (other ways, sometimes, unintentional, but never ever like this). He tucks in close to her, knows she will burn him this close but he wants her to. He gasps in her ear, kissing her neck, nosing her skin, her scent, her scent. There is nothing like it.
Parker starts moving, slow at first, bringing his other hand around between them. A little awkward, but he wants to-- do more. She's slick and easy and he doesn't have to do anything but use that to slick his thumb, moving it upwards where she's still sensitive, circular motions, quick and unforgiving with it. A constant symphony of moans into her skin as he kisses her chest, soft bites to her breast, a contrast with the way he moves into her hard, because he needs to, he can't bare not coming anymore and he wants her to let him, but holding on (barely, he's slipping and slipping) until she does. ]
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It could go on like that, nothing but easy. Fuck him until she comes and he would soon after. He's hanging only because she won't let herself and just like that, she's close. Nails scratching down his back in mess lines, her mouth turned into him to drag at his neck in sometimes pointed, deliberate catches of teeth, sometimes breathless moans as he gives her what she wants ( him, and him so deeply inside of her it feels like a promise he'll never leave and it's one she's unfairly taken in the grip of her body where he can't deny her anything ).
Her thighs are shaking and her blood is thundering her ears and the only thing louder is the way she's barely even managing his name, just a wreck of sounds into his skin, just hanging onto him until she almost, almost could. Her thighs shaking either side of his hips, the jolt in the curl of her stomach. Her hands that aren't scraping to be cruel they're just hanging on and she's almost, there, eyes shut and shoulders hunched and toes curled, almost there. Gripping tightly around him.
But it's not what she wanted. It's perfect, it's always perfect, and no one else makes her sound like a cheap video off the EchoNet of Pandora like he does but she's - not letting him have that. Not after all he threatened her, and she drags herself together. Good as it might feel, where he'd come so deeply inside of her and he'd plead so sweetly on her skin. It's good enough every other time. But this is - there's too much different here.
She clambers for a breath of air where she's so close, unwinds herself. Brings her arms up and over, to where one second she brings her fingers sweet to his cheek. Her head up level where she's straddling his lap and a mess where she's so sharply jerking down with her weigh against his cock and for once second she smiles so very, very sweetly at him.
Her hand snaps up, she takes him by the throat and shoves him back down. Flat onto the bed and it takes - every bit of her strength she possesses, but she rolls her hips off him completely. Not going far, her legs are still shaking, and she's hot and wet and tight and needful where she settles just that little bit up his hips. ( and empty, oh she's so empty, she wants him back and - ) ]
I'm going to fuck you now, Parker, understand?
[ Her voice is whisper dry, stretching and harsh in the back of her throat where she's so over-worked and sensitive and fitful. She wants to come but she wants to ruin him more, and it just feeds into her all ugly and twisting. Her pupils wide and her chin lifting and her body glowing with nothing less but power.
( Oh she's always been just so self-sacrificing, hasn't she? ) ]
I'm going to fuck you and you're going to hate me. Then we're even and you can leave whenever you want, and I'll never ask you to stay again.
[ Her fingers shift around his throat, flexing, knowing he probably can't hear her over hating right now, she suspects. But she has him where she wants him because she always does. ]
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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. ]
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Really? Because you'd look like you'd break if I breathed too hard on you right now.
[ Flushed and daring, like he is - it's too easy to keep him down and kiss him. So she does. It's nothing like how they'd been rutting into each other. It's feather like, barely a brush of her mouth. One, then anther, then another.
Then she pulls up, away from him completely. Rocking up onto her knees and looking down her body to look at him as her hand draws away. Her head tilting. He's said - do your worst. So she would, then, wouldn't she? Far be it from her to ever back down when they were having a fight. ]
Roll over.
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That's the way she is and Parker never once rejected that. The only rejection he gives is to the Nest, to become entwined in ways that aren't natural, in ways that are invasive. The only time he says no. Everything else is hard to deny her. ]
And who's to blame for that? [ He says with a cheeky smile.
Breathing hard, Parker travels his hands to her ass and pulls her closer as she bends closer to kiss him. He leans up as she does, meeting her lips with that sweetness that only Angel gets to have. Because that part of him is hers and no-one else's. Even when she doesn't believe him that he does, with all his heart. More than she would allow him, surely. Because the word that keeps trying to leave his lips but never does always hangs on his every word, every touch, every look.
Parker tilts his head to all those little kisses, melting under them, even if it's such a difference from the slightly unhinged way they had been going at each other moments ago. But then she leans away and he's left confused but quickly understands as she speaks. Which makes a sting shoot from his groin up his chest and spread through his body, his hands lowering from behind her to her stomach, holding her hips and squeezing slightly. It's hard to stop touching her. ]
Okay.
[ He says in a tiny voice, though he kind of wants to lean up and kiss her again. He could kiss her for days, he thinks. Still, he does as told, dropping his warm hands from her skin to roll on his stomach, the friction of the fabric against his erection making him wince slightly from how sensitive he is. He leans up slightly on his elbows, looking over his shoulder to her with a slightly raised eyebrow. Come on, he did his part. He ought to get a kiss or two, no? ]
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Rather she leans it to kiss him like he wants. First to his shoulder blade, then to his mouth, drawn slowly against him, the taste of him on her lips, the taste of her on him. It's not sweet, but it is dragged out, demanding, awkward at the angle but makes it easy to bite at the side of his lip in a soft tug on his flushed skin. ]
Yeah - [ a breath ascension, nuzzling against his cheek in a brief moment of affection. Warm, light, not at all what she has in mind which comes through so gentle and wicked as she smooths her hand down his side, his back, comfortably. ] Get on your hands and knees.
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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? ]