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Haymitch Abernathy ([personal profile] oraculi) wrote2019-10-16 11:23 pm
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[personal profile] polyapathy 2019-10-29 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh, Christ. She was expecting him to draw this out, to toy with her until she's begging for his cock. He bears down on her, and she's not ready, bracing herself against the couch as he lets that heat build and build without letting up. He's still going to pull away, isn't he? He'll push her right up to the edge and then drop out from under her, that's got to be his strategy—

But he doesn't. She's doubled over and clinging to the arm of the couch, desperately trying to keep her legs from shaking as the swell of pleasure hits her, and oh, that's her voice in her ears, low moans she hadn't realized she was making, and there's nothing quite like getting off while high.]


You're still gonna fuck me, right?

[It's breathless and hazy, the way she says it, spent for the moment but she's far from done with him.]