[He makes a thoughtful sound, enjoying the negligible burden of Cy's weight in that lean for the warmth it shares between them, pressing his mouth to Cy's chin, dragging lips across roughened stubble in tactile contact. He considers what to say. In the intervening weeks, he's tried boldness — but in those cases, he often had the resort's influence clearing away any uncertainty. Not like this, clear-minded except for the fog of sleep slowly beginning to recede.]
I like feeling your body against me. [A shift, rubbing his thighs together just to feel where the muscular flesh has dented in the squeeze of that tight furrow.] I like how hot your cock feels. It's hotter than the rest of you, even though you're warm everywhere, right here, it's... [To demonstrate, he frees his right hand to cup over the head of Cy's cock where it slips in a messy glaze. He rubs over the tip in open-palmed strokes, thumb edging in at the slit and gathering the fresh, slippery strings of precome to smear into his own thighs like obscene artwork.] I could stay this way for hours if you wanted me to, just letting you use my thighs.
[He doesn't look at Cy's face as he speaks — some of his own bravery requires a slip into that meditative state of thought, laying his cheek against the round curve of Cy's shoulder. His breath is a whisper on skin.]
I want to wake up with you in our bed for the rest of my life. So I can roll over, put my mouth on you first until you're hard on my tongue, until I can't breathe, and then I'll sit on your cock — I want that, every day. Every morning. [He rolls his hips, simulating that act of penetration as he drags the clench of his thighs against Cy's dick.] And... I want to have your children.
[He tilts his head, mouth ticklish at Cy's ear.]
I want you to fill me up. Every morning, until it takes, until you've made me pregnant. [Now his hand moves, catching one of Cy's to place it over his belly in a deliberate caress. A mirror of the fantasy Cy had painted, in the library.] I want you to put your child inside of me. My body will change. My stomach will swell, my breasts will get heavy. But I know you'll take care of me like that.
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Date: 2024-06-18 05:27 pm (UTC)I like feeling your body against me. [A shift, rubbing his thighs together just to feel where the muscular flesh has dented in the squeeze of that tight furrow.] I like how hot your cock feels. It's hotter than the rest of you, even though you're warm everywhere, right here, it's... [To demonstrate, he frees his right hand to cup over the head of Cy's cock where it slips in a messy glaze. He rubs over the tip in open-palmed strokes, thumb edging in at the slit and gathering the fresh, slippery strings of precome to smear into his own thighs like obscene artwork.] I could stay this way for hours if you wanted me to, just letting you use my thighs.
[He doesn't look at Cy's face as he speaks — some of his own bravery requires a slip into that meditative state of thought, laying his cheek against the round curve of Cy's shoulder. His breath is a whisper on skin.]
I want to wake up with you in our bed for the rest of my life. So I can roll over, put my mouth on you first until you're hard on my tongue, until I can't breathe, and then I'll sit on your cock — I want that, every day. Every morning. [He rolls his hips, simulating that act of penetration as he drags the clench of his thighs against Cy's dick.] And... I want to have your children.
[He tilts his head, mouth ticklish at Cy's ear.]
I want you to fill me up. Every morning, until it takes, until you've made me pregnant. [Now his hand moves, catching one of Cy's to place it over his belly in a deliberate caress. A mirror of the fantasy Cy had painted, in the library.] I want you to put your child inside of me. My body will change. My stomach will swell, my breasts will get heavy. But I know you'll take care of me like that.