It's the Way

Betaed by the wonderful VelvetSea!

Author's Note: ...What. I started daydreaming about this guy... and it... escalated? Sorry man, smut all the way!

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It’s the way his hips are pressing against mine and his lips are rubbing against my neck that makes me realize exactly what kind of situation I’m in. His elbows are beside my head and his hands are gripping at the head of my bed frame so hard I can make out the sounds of his knuckles popping and the wood straining, trying to stay straight against his pull. His legs are so entangled with mine that I don’t think we’ll ever be able to separate. His biceps bulge and flex against my bare shoulders and chest, and the prickles that I had been feeling rush to the surface, nearly overwhelming me.

It’s the way his teeth bite and lick at my neck so deftly that makes me realize how very young I am, too young for this sort of thing. It’s the way his tongue dips and slides along my collarbone that makes me realize how much older he is, how much more experience he possesses.

It’s the way he kisses me feverishly, his breath hot and rushed panting into my mouth that makes me say ‘please’ against his stubbled jaw as he rams into me again and again.

It’s the way his skin slides and sticks to mine, and we are alternately glued together and pulled away because of the sweat from our affair that makes me cry out ‘don’t’ into the dark.

It’s the way I grip at his soft locks of hair that breathe against my bare skin that make him whimper and groan, ready to come up for more and kiss me again and again.

It’s the way I arch my back as he presses even closer, even farther into me, it’s like we’re going to meld together and he can’t tell whether my cries are from pain or pleasure that makes him wonder in the back of his mind about the eight year age gap and how hard he is riding this sixteen year old girl, like his very life depended on it.

It’s the way that he can hardly control his pace, rhythm and lust that makes me first see the white light, hurdling up fast in the gaping darkness.

It’s the way I come, so hard and fast that I practically rip the sheets that makes him start thrusting wildly, completely losing himself in it.

It’s the way he comes with such a roar and a heat coming from him that awakens me from my numbed bliss.

It’s the way that his hands shake when they unclench from the headboard and slowly gather me up so tenderly against his chest that it makes me cry.

It’s the way that he doesn’t just brush but kiss my tears away that makes me want to open my eyes and really look at him. His eyes are half closed in tiredness and concern, and the green and hazel are peering at me so intently and with so much worry that I can’t help but laugh through my tears and pull his head down so I can kiss him once more.

It’s the way that it only takes one of his hands to cover the entire width of my back that makes me feel so protected, so warm and safe.

It’s the way my fingers tangle into his hair and pull him so close my tears seem to become his and our teeth bang and scrape against each other that makes him realize that he doesn’t care what people will think.

And it’s the way we hold on so closely, so desperately to each other that makes us realize it only takes the other to make us happy. And that’s all we need.