Friday at the sandbox - Part 20 "Affirmation"
Summary - Modern day AU/AU. Ennis, Jack, kids, a playground...
Warnings - none
Length - c400 words
Feedback - yes please!
The boys enjoy some time in Jack's car before Ennis invites him in for a nightcap...
We actually make it to the bed this time. The way Ennis shoves me down, I’m very glad of that. Our movements are frantic; hands ripping at clothes, tugging shirts over heads and fumbling at zippers. Neither of us needs much foreplay and I certainly don’t need much preparation as I’ve been aching for this all evening. I need him. Right now.
Ennis looms over me and stares down into my face. I don’t know what he’s searching for but I sure can’t look away. I lick my lips in anticipation and give him a breathless smile. He smiles back and pushes into me steadily. I close my eyes and shiver in pleasure. It’s everything I imagined, and more. I’ve never felt so complete.
Ennis links our hands together and holds them above my head. The only body parts that join us are hands and groin. There’s something so delicious about the pressure of warm skin on warm skin. He starts to pump his hips slowly and I already feel that familiar tingle build in my gut. Goddamn it but he makes me behave like a teenager without even knowing it.
I want more so I wrap my legs around his back, pulling him closing, making him lose his balance so he is lying flush on top of me. He groans deep in his chest and buries his face in the crook on my shoulder, his hot breath puffing against my neck.
“You feel so good,” he pants.
I whimper in response, clasping our fingers together even tighter.
His thrusts gain speed and the hard muscles of his torso rub against my dick. It’s the best feeling ever and signals the end for me. My body convulses and wetness streams across our stomachs.
Ennis releases our hands to grasp at my face, pulling me towards him for a rough kiss. I curl my arms around his back, holding him tight as he rides the wave after me.
He buries his face back against my shoulder. His heart is hammering against my chest. His lips move across my skin; kissing, nibbling. I feel myself slip into that blissful world between consciousness and sleep.
His breathing hitches and I barely register that he has spoken before I drift off.
The quietest of whispers.
“I love you.”
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Warnings - none
Length - c400 words
Feedback - yes please!
The boys enjoy some time in Jack's car before Ennis invites him in for a nightcap...
We actually make it to the bed this time. The way Ennis shoves me down, I’m very glad of that. Our movements are frantic; hands ripping at clothes, tugging shirts over heads and fumbling at zippers. Neither of us needs much foreplay and I certainly don’t need much preparation as I’ve been aching for this all evening. I need him. Right now.
Ennis looms over me and stares down into my face. I don’t know what he’s searching for but I sure can’t look away. I lick my lips in anticipation and give him a breathless smile. He smiles back and pushes into me steadily. I close my eyes and shiver in pleasure. It’s everything I imagined, and more. I’ve never felt so complete.
Ennis links our hands together and holds them above my head. The only body parts that join us are hands and groin. There’s something so delicious about the pressure of warm skin on warm skin. He starts to pump his hips slowly and I already feel that familiar tingle build in my gut. Goddamn it but he makes me behave like a teenager without even knowing it.
I want more so I wrap my legs around his back, pulling him closing, making him lose his balance so he is lying flush on top of me. He groans deep in his chest and buries his face in the crook on my shoulder, his hot breath puffing against my neck.
“You feel so good,” he pants.
I whimper in response, clasping our fingers together even tighter.
His thrusts gain speed and the hard muscles of his torso rub against my dick. It’s the best feeling ever and signals the end for me. My body convulses and wetness streams across our stomachs.
Ennis releases our hands to grasp at my face, pulling me towards him for a rough kiss. I curl my arms around his back, holding him tight as he rides the wave after me.
He buries his face back against my shoulder. His heart is hammering against my chest. His lips move across my skin; kissing, nibbling. I feel myself slip into that blissful world between consciousness and sleep.
His breathing hitches and I barely register that he has spoken before I drift off.
The quietest of whispers.
“I love you.”
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