[ 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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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? ]