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[groundzeroes]

🗲 ❝Yo. It's me.❞

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always. today's choice: rosé cider

[morns]

( well, as far as limits go, it's not much of one. nothing that jars the whole thing to a halt, at least. sweetheart is simply a boring choice of name. something that's best left on the lips of the kinds of asshole soldiers who think that using femininity as an insult is the cleverest thing. the kinds of people you don't necessarily want to be reminded of while slowly beginning to move, grinding and shifting, thighs twitching and tensing under his fingers.

and with each movement, each touch, come the noises. little breaths, soft moans which lose themselves in the scant space between them, growing louder with his words and the transition from rolling her hips against him to lifting them, gradually picking up speed, still all too controlled in her movements despite everything. )

That so...? ( ah, that was a good angle. she's just gonna do that again, the goosebumps trailing over her skin having nothing to do with the evening chill. her breath is shaky as she inhales, the tips of her fingers skimming over his jaw. ) Could have just asked.

( she's just saying. )

tfw i can only write sober (screams)

[groundzeroes]

Mmh. Building up to it was fun, though.

[Forming sentences has gotten harder, trapped in the tempo of Kate's relentless pace. Still, Rei carries on recklessly as they move together, the breathy words falling from his mouth in a rhythm closer to intone than conversation.]

Watching you in the gym. Following pull of your muscles as you stretched. Catching the slips in your expression. Thinking of what you would look like on top of me.

[His hand slips between her legs, seeking the sensitivity there.] Just like this.

don't worry i'll get drunk enough for both of us.

[morns]

( if he's seeking the prize of wordlessness, he gets it, her thoughts slipping into that blissful spot of nothing but pleasure, her noises reduced to moans and heavy breaths. a little bit faster before fingers brush her clit and her thighs clamp against his, twitch and tremble against him. nails dig into the back of his neck, head tipping back as her movements shallow out into rocking of her hips, a moment's pause that only brings more heat flooding through her. )

Fuck—

( her voice is a low whine, eyelids fluttering shut as she moves, body tipping back the barest of inches, just enough to shift the angle as she grinds, a gasp dying in her throat as familiar pulses of pleasure drag her motions into a stutter and a halt.

fuck, indeed. )