I Need To Have My Ribs Cracked Open And My Heart Bitten Into And Yes It Is A Sex Thing Obviously

I need his fingers in my mouth

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

Sight

[semi-linked to this]

You reach the office door sooner than you intend to, quieter than you expect to. You see him.

You see the way he strokes himself with a rhythm that shows the signs of growing erratic soon, his free hand shaking as it drops from his mouth and grips the arm of his chair…

…you shouldn't be watching this. Something tells you to step back, turn around and go the way you came, to pretend you hadn't seen him in the first place. Rarely did the man ever seem to be granted a chance of privacy, he deserved this indulgence more than anyone--

The notion comes to a halt, sends a deep spark of warm shock through your veins when you catch the furrow of his brow, the tint to his cheeks in the glow of moonlight as, with a gasp of a breath, he moans your name.

Oh.

His free hand shoots back up to muffle his mouth as your name fades to a whimper on his tongue. His head tilts back just so as his hand curls to a fist, knuckles pressed to his lips and neck bare enough to catch his Adam's apple…fuck, he's beautiful like this, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, slacks down to his knees, his waistcoat and shirt unbuttoned just enough to keep his heaving chest from straining against the fabric, hair tussled and sweat along his brow as he pants…

The heat carries itself to you. Fuck. Shit. You feel the need to get out of here before you risk embarrassing both of yourselves--

"Gott, du fühlst dich göttlich…"

Fuck. Shit.

Want to be pinned to the wall with their lips on my neck as they fuck me nice and slow with their fingers

I need to ride Fritz Ludwig so bad.

Just. Something about the image of me haloed by whatever light there may be as I straddle him, how I can feel the way his cock pulses inside me as he looks up at me with a gaze of pure worship. That light almost seeming brighter, warmer, as he takes me into an impassioned kiss and his hands on my hips come to encourage me to bounce on his cock.

Oh the halo imagery got me acting unwise

I'm thinking about Fritz again and JUST. Small orgasm denial thought. Just this pent up, stressed, craving thing who already feels a weight of both shame and relief just from having his cock in his hand, but then his thoughts wander to me, and he cannot hide the hitch of his breath as his cock jolts, the shame and want growing stronger.

His other hand covers his face as his pace on his cock grows, barely muffling the way he moans at the thought of my voice, of my hands being the ones to touch him…the hand on his face shifts to his mouth as he curls it into a fist, biting his knuckles after a particularly loud groan pours from his lips, but that barely manages to hide the whimpers that pour from him as he's fully pumping himself now, breath heavy as my name leaves him like a prayer--

His hand stops suddenly, stealing the air from his lungs as it firmly squeezes at the base of his cock. A hot sense of shame washes over him, hands shaking as he tries to brace himself to gather what little breath he can. Maybe he just barely manages to gather himself, drags himself to bed even as he can't quite quell the rapid thrum of his heartbeat, closing his eyes and feeling himself sink into a sense of want he's hesitating to fully let himself reach towards as his thoughts return to me.

me when the guilt coincides with the pent-up desire and as the guilt increase, so does the desire and need:

🤨

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

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

bro just woke up

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