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𝕘𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒 𝕤𝕥. 𝕝𝕠𝕖 | ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ-ꜱᴇᴀ ([personal profile] seaboard) wrote in [community profile] thesunandthesea2025-06-09 03:32 am
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[personal profile] madaboutit 2025-07-06 09:02 am (UTC)(link)
It takes him a moment to match the word with the encouragement of her hands, but soon enough, Sweeney's following her direction onto his back. A wince heralds a hiss as the pain in his side flares; luckily, her balm is readily available. His hands find her hips, but it's only to anchor him; he doesn't make any attempt to steer her.

"Yes--yes--" he breathes, muscles taut in anticipation. The slick and the promise of warmth has his twitching in her hand.

"Fuck, yes."
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[personal profile] madaboutit 2025-07-06 09:37 am (UTC)(link)
Sweet holy fuck.

When she takes him in one go, he almost chokes on his tongue, and his grip tightens instinctively.

But it's her words than undo him. Over their time together, he's become far more fluent, especially when it comes to the current topics.

"Don't stop," he breathes, his eyes rolling as he squeezes them shut. Sweeney aches to thrust, but any attempt that direction sears fire in his ribs. He has to be patient. Let her do the work. It's torturous. And sublime. His eyes flash open again, seeking hers.

"Please...please...don't stop."

He's already starting to lose words to the baser sounds that are common in their liaisons. They just happen to be getting more primally eager at the moment.
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[personal profile] madaboutit 2025-07-06 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, so that's worth the pain. Every bounce of it. Sweeney's used to having her forward, which allows for her mouth against his skin and the beautiful friction of their bodies. But it's not an option, so he's committed to making do. He hadn't been prepared for the sight of her though, arched back and taking him.

Tits and belly swollen, symbols both of their love and how much he delights in being inside her, his hands dart up to her breasts. She's always too much, even for his large hands, but having them cradled now, they feel heavier still as they spill amply over the edges of his touch. Sweeney isn't thinking clearly enough to worry about the potential change in sensitivity; he just squeezes and massages as she rides, rolling and pinching her nipples as he does. He can't force himself to blink; he wants to remember every glorious moment of this encounter.
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[personal profile] madaboutit 2025-07-09 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
Holy hell, the sounds she makes. Between those and the way her cunt clings to him, it's like being lost at sea. Sweeney struggles for focus, but the sensation keeps knocking him off-kilter. It doesn't help that he can't drive. On top of that, he can't even properly tug her hips without spikes of pain. So her orgasm is a gift, but also dumps him in an unfamiliar realm of vulnerability. She's giggling, and he's aching. Desperately.

"More--please--" Then he remembers what she's actually said.

"I love you--" he adds hastily, his touch sliding down from her breasts the swell of her hips. Sweeney's eyes plead, shortly before his tongue follows suit.

"Please--I need you--" He squirms beneath her, as if it will help.

"--please."