I think of sex as more about fulfillment, climbing a peak, pushing one's self or one another higher in arousal until release is reached. The love, though, is more about affection, adoration, gratitude, and that overwhelming desire to be with someone, to please them, to rub one's self against them until your skin smells of them. Lots of overlap, but that's the distinction I had in mind.
Oh, the horrible abuses at the hands of a horny Peter Petrelli. How deeply Sylar must be suffering ;)
I had the most lovely fantasy this morning about Peter knocking at Sylar's door, kissing him first thing, then pulling them to the couch so he could have his way with Sylar, sucking him off and then Peter jerking off on Sylar's stomach, collapsing across him for a prolonged snuggle, and finally getting up to go to the kitchen, asking Sylar if he'd had breakfast yet and if he hasn't, that he'll make him toast with jam.
Sylar's lying there on the couch, sprawled out, kissed over, with cum on his front, and he sighs, "Good morning to you, too, Peter," as the first and only thing he says.
Oh, the horrible abuses at the hands of a horny Peter Petrelli. How deeply Sylar must be suffering ;)
I had the most lovely fantasy this morning about Peter knocking at Sylar's door, kissing him first thing, then pulling them to the couch so he could have his way with Sylar, sucking him off and then Peter jerking off on Sylar's stomach, collapsing across him for a prolonged snuggle, and finally getting up to go to the kitchen, asking Sylar if he'd had breakfast yet and if he hasn't, that he'll make him toast with jam.
Sylar's lying there on the couch, sprawled out, kissed over, with cum on his front, and he sighs, "Good morning to you, too, Peter," as the first and only thing he says.
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