[ Everything feels so sharp, from the teeth at his throat to the spikes of pleasure and lust that run up his spine, and he couldn't stay quiet now if he wanted to. Not that he wants to. They're alone enough. They've got enough space that there's no self consciousness left in him to fight to stay quiet.
His breath hitches and he doesn't fight back the whines, doesn't try to keep his hips still. He matches the rhythm Thomas has set and takes his cues and lets himself get lost in that, trying to pull sounds and shudders from the other man. Some part of him wants to press as close as he can, give and take until there's nothing left between them and no line between them that either of them can find.
He tugs gently at Thomas's hair, turns his head to try to chase a kiss and now his eyes are hazy with lust, his own hair falling in the way a little, but he doesn't pay it much mind.
Nothing else matters. This is just the two of them right now. ]
the best kind of smut!
His breath hitches and he doesn't fight back the whines, doesn't try to keep his hips still. He matches the rhythm Thomas has set and takes his cues and lets himself get lost in that, trying to pull sounds and shudders from the other man. Some part of him wants to press as close as he can, give and take until there's nothing left between them and no line between them that either of them can find.
He tugs gently at Thomas's hair, turns his head to try to chase a kiss and now his eyes are hazy with lust, his own hair falling in the way a little, but he doesn't pay it much mind.
Nothing else matters. This is just the two of them right now. ]