wittingly: (Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ sᴏ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴ' sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ)
ɪᴀɴ ғᴏᴡʟᴇʀ ([personal profile] wittingly) wrote in [community profile] vestigechat 2020-06-03 02:21 am (UTC)

[Trying to make you come fucking god he's gonna pull it off just by running his mouth, isn't he? Just by hitting him square in the chest with the way he phrases things, with his tone, with the promise behind his words. Ian's fingers dig into Mace's shoulder at the sound of it, hips tipping up a little wantonly in direct response.

It's working, that forgetting everything part. He isn't thinking about the boarded up window or the dresser in front of the door. The closest thing to a sparing thought this place earns is frustration over the injury down his center. That's it.

Even that hurts less than Mace's hands going still, and there's a quick mournful little noise before he rasps out: ]


Fuck no, don't fucking stop-

[ With a little forced-out stroke he earns by pulling at the forearm he's been gripping. He's past the point of no return, even if he's not about to come yet - over the mark where he could let this die down and fade out, even if Mace up and bolted through it he'd need two private minutes to jerk himself the rest of the way through it.

If one of those creepy fucks burst in the door right now his only defense would be ejaculate projectile. He's a fucking mess. ]

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