Feel: --PeinKonan SmutPWP--
Title: Feel
Author: FonsEtOrigo/after.a.hard.day
Rating: R (PWP)
Sidenotes: This is so much hieronymousb and sensuelles fault its not even funny. They over rode me with PK smut! I was defenseless! Its shockingly possible that I have been corrupted from my nice and slightly romantic view of PK to them trying to smex each other at every possible turn D: I was doomed from the minute this all began! (but probably not all that unwilling)
Technical note: It has become apparent I can't write a single effing thing without symbolism. Its EVERYWHERE. Its here too >< The mirrors. I cant remember where I read it, or where its from, but there is story somewhere that says the Gods look out from a room of many mirrors. Jeezus it springs up even if I am writing PWP DX
... holy feck I actually wrote a PWP... I guess there is no going back now.
I am still working on other serious fic, Hardwire, my proper PeinKonan, Shadowplay, and KakaSakuGaa.
Hole-y Damn I want rumballs.
-----Feel------
Thats where he caught her, quiet and alone, working simply on the desk in a room that had long high ceilings with walls covered in doors and mirrors. A strange place, but she could always see who was sneaking up on her. Her head was bent over the paper, someone had to read over all this for him. Page flicked over page and the crick in her back grew. After hours of work, she felt him. Felt because he couldnt be heard, couldn't be seen.
And how she loved to feel.
She turned her head up, the visions of God were around her, so, so many. She sighed when a hand touched her shoulder, Konan dropped her head back a little, her body relaxing after staying tense for so long. His hand rose from her shoulder, pressing against pressure points and with each movement she let out a harsher breath, the hand dropped lower, to the zip on the front of her jacket and slid it down. She was still staring ahead, watching him watching her.
Multiple facets of everything, and they were everything. Are everything. Going to be everything. But that wasn't enough. It would never be enough without each other. The hand traced the edges of her shirt, then up along her jaw to tilt her head up, then there was no more reflections, just truth.
The rest of her coat fell away when she stood and pulled at his, her hands fisting in is hair and gripping, licking at his earlobe, teeth gently tugging at his piercings. She couldn't get close enough, couldn't be enough and she felt herself coming apart too fast too quickly. She need more, always needed... Clothing was shed fast, there was so little need of it now.
She heard something crash and the carefully arranged papers flew out and around, her bare back was now against the desk, her blood was answering under her skin, answering to his. She listened to it, runing her nails down his chest, mouthing against his neck, addicted as she had always been to how all his piercings brushed against her.
She felt her breath speed up when his breath hit between her legs felt his lips brush close and closer, and choked when finally, fianlly... her knuckles were turning white as she gripped his shoulders, she could see it, she could hear it, that soft wet noise of his tongue lapping, but it was nothing to what she could feel.
She was lost in him, she could only pray (to her God) that he was just as lost in her.
And he was in her now, she could feel him so deep inside of her, hitting that place that made her back arch off the desk. Shaking hands rose up to his head that was buried in her neck. Her fingers twisted into his hair once more, and it seemed to be some sign to him, some siginal for him to move that much faster, that much harder. She couldn't breath anymore, couldn't hold onto herself, but she could hold onto him.
So she did, with nails and teeth and arms and legs, she twisted herself around him and knew that she couldn't let go, shouldn't and would never. Because he needed to feel too and somewhere around all those mirrors shattered into a millon pieces, a million images of them when she climaxed. Some part of her mind registereted when he still above her, groaned pressed hard into her throat and she felt it rumble all through her, she pressed her hand to his chest, feeling his dead heart beat much too fast for some that had such perfect composure always.
She couldn't feel now, instead she remembered feeling, and as they redressed the memory was going to have to be enough till the next.
-----end-------
Blaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, its not very good, but I really have never written a PWP before, normally sex always symbolises something (lawl when does something I write, not?) This doesnt and BLAH.
hope you enjoyed,
Ciao bella,
Lily
xoxox
Author: FonsEtOrigo/after.a.hard.day
Rating: R (PWP)
Sidenotes: This is so much hieronymousb and sensuelles fault its not even funny. They over rode me with PK smut! I was defenseless! Its shockingly possible that I have been corrupted from my nice and slightly romantic view of PK to them trying to smex each other at every possible turn D: I was doomed from the minute this all began! (but probably not all that unwilling)
Technical note: It has become apparent I can't write a single effing thing without symbolism. Its EVERYWHERE. Its here too >< The mirrors. I cant remember where I read it, or where its from, but there is story somewhere that says the Gods look out from a room of many mirrors. Jeezus it springs up even if I am writing PWP DX
... holy feck I actually wrote a PWP... I guess there is no going back now.
I am still working on other serious fic, Hardwire, my proper PeinKonan, Shadowplay, and KakaSakuGaa.
Hole-y Damn I want rumballs.
-----Feel------
Thats where he caught her, quiet and alone, working simply on the desk in a room that had long high ceilings with walls covered in doors and mirrors. A strange place, but she could always see who was sneaking up on her. Her head was bent over the paper, someone had to read over all this for him. Page flicked over page and the crick in her back grew. After hours of work, she felt him. Felt because he couldnt be heard, couldn't be seen.
And how she loved to feel.
She turned her head up, the visions of God were around her, so, so many. She sighed when a hand touched her shoulder, Konan dropped her head back a little, her body relaxing after staying tense for so long. His hand rose from her shoulder, pressing against pressure points and with each movement she let out a harsher breath, the hand dropped lower, to the zip on the front of her jacket and slid it down. She was still staring ahead, watching him watching her.
Multiple facets of everything, and they were everything. Are everything. Going to be everything. But that wasn't enough. It would never be enough without each other. The hand traced the edges of her shirt, then up along her jaw to tilt her head up, then there was no more reflections, just truth.
The rest of her coat fell away when she stood and pulled at his, her hands fisting in is hair and gripping, licking at his earlobe, teeth gently tugging at his piercings. She couldn't get close enough, couldn't be enough and she felt herself coming apart too fast too quickly. She need more, always needed... Clothing was shed fast, there was so little need of it now.
She heard something crash and the carefully arranged papers flew out and around, her bare back was now against the desk, her blood was answering under her skin, answering to his. She listened to it, runing her nails down his chest, mouthing against his neck, addicted as she had always been to how all his piercings brushed against her.
She felt her breath speed up when his breath hit between her legs felt his lips brush close and closer, and choked when finally, fianlly... her knuckles were turning white as she gripped his shoulders, she could see it, she could hear it, that soft wet noise of his tongue lapping, but it was nothing to what she could feel.
She was lost in him, she could only pray (to her God) that he was just as lost in her.
And he was in her now, she could feel him so deep inside of her, hitting that place that made her back arch off the desk. Shaking hands rose up to his head that was buried in her neck. Her fingers twisted into his hair once more, and it seemed to be some sign to him, some siginal for him to move that much faster, that much harder. She couldn't breath anymore, couldn't hold onto herself, but she could hold onto him.
So she did, with nails and teeth and arms and legs, she twisted herself around him and knew that she couldn't let go, shouldn't and would never. Because he needed to feel too and somewhere around all those mirrors shattered into a millon pieces, a million images of them when she climaxed. Some part of her mind registereted when he still above her, groaned pressed hard into her throat and she felt it rumble all through her, she pressed her hand to his chest, feeling his dead heart beat much too fast for some that had such perfect composure always.
She couldn't feel now, instead she remembered feeling, and as they redressed the memory was going to have to be enough till the next.
-----end-------
Blaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, its not very good, but I really have never written a PWP before, normally sex always symbolises something (lawl when does something I write, not?) This doesnt and BLAH.
hope you enjoyed,
Ciao bella,
Lily
xoxox