Squeezing His Tits Like Fidget Toys Because Im Stressed #stimming

Distraction

You were meant to be helping him with research on something, but that couldn't be further from your mind now as he breaks from the kiss just to trail his lips to your neck.

Blood from whatever distant memory of a procedure you'd been doing coats his forearms, stains the fabric of your shirt as his palms shift and press to hold you firmer in his embrace, and oh you can't get enough of the weight of his hands against you. You can't hide the moan that's pulled from you when his palms shift under the fabric to press against your skin, you can feel the way he grins against the skin of your neck.

His low, proud laugh is cut with a gasp when he feels your lips tease along his collarbone, and it takes everything you have to keep your knees from giving out when you catch the wavering sigh of a moan he presses into your shoulder as you press your body firmer against his. It's hard to know whether you card a hand through his hair or his palm presses against the small of your back first, but the heat of the kiss you meet each other in is one outright consuming.

If whatever the two of you'd been hoping to research wasn't gone from your minds before, it's completely cast aside now. This is far more enticing, and you're more than eager to lose yourselves to it properly.

There’s hate sex and fuck-the-sadness-out-of-me type sex but what about comfort sex. Like when two characters suffer from a tragic event or one of them almost dies and it’s not rough or fast. It’s just soft slow sex and whispers of praise and reassurance. “I promise you, you’ll never have to go through that again.” “Shh. You’re safe now.” And “I’ll make it all better, baby.”

men should get on their knees and bury their face in between your thighs like they would die if they don’t taste you more often but that’s just me

making slow passionate love with your f/o on a cold stormy day, safe inside from the chill and wind with only dull light and the heat of your bodies to warm you. on the ground, only the sound of the pouring rain just beyond the walls and greyed windows as they kiss you fiercely, feel you all over, grind on you into the floor... you can't get enough of each other. you only speed up as you both get ready to cum together, but once just isn't enough. by the time you're done, the storm has passed ♡

such an obedient guard dog

i want to KISS him i want to CARESS his cheeks his arms his torso i want to FONDLE his CHEST i want to SIT ON HIS LAP and MAKE OUT WITH HIM i want to TEASE that man to submission i want to SUCK HIM OFF and EAT HIM OUT i want to RIDE him until he's WHIMPERING and WHINING

he gives me fucking butterflies

missionary? doggy?? um personally i prefer

I think heavy weapons guy needs to be naked.  ALL THE TIME.