lessons; on syntax
Title: On Syntax
Rating: R
Pairing: Any
Your wine-soaked lips stick to his collar, the blood you’ve drawn staining him like a cheap whore (and her lipstick, the way her lips stick) and that’s exactly what you feel like at the moment, your fingers digging into the hollows of his back and his are down the front of your jeans; the space is tootighttootight and the friction, the heat is driving you crazy-the scent, the lust is provoking you more than any intoxicant can-so you jut your hips forward and grind yourself against his fist andandand (oh god) he just kisses you like it’s the most natural thing in the world (now you’re tangled in his hair, thinking don’t bother trying to explain).
Rating: R
Pairing: Any
Your wine-soaked lips stick to his collar, the blood you’ve drawn staining him like a cheap whore (and her lipstick, the way her lips stick) and that’s exactly what you feel like at the moment, your fingers digging into the hollows of his back and his are down the front of your jeans; the space is tootighttootight and the friction, the heat is driving you crazy-the scent, the lust is provoking you more than any intoxicant can-so you jut your hips forward and grind yourself against his fist andandand (oh god) he just kisses you like it’s the most natural thing in the world (now you’re tangled in his hair, thinking don’t bother trying to explain).