( he buries his face against her tits, taking in a deep inhale of her, wanting to burrow down in her ribcage and live there, among her organs and blood. play later, he reminds himself, as needy as the first time he claimed her in that little cottage, paint splattered all over the both of them, evidence of where each of them had been. grunting, he nods his understanding. she can't wait, and honestly — neither can he. there's wanting things like food and air, and then there's wanting feyre, something he can't tolerate or tease for long. need. he feels this overwhelming need to pulse inside her, fill her up with his come and his scent.
rising back up to meet her mouth, rhysand eases off the wall. there are three small beds in the room, and he blindly finds the first one, removing himself from feyre just to get her on her hands and knees on the mattress. he shoves her leggings down, not bothering to take them off any more than to expose her little pink pussy, winking at him through the break in her thighs.
fumbling with his pants, he stays standing, kissing her spine while one hand pets up and down her body, like soothing an animal. )
Show me your wings, darling.
( there's the sound of him spitting into his hand, fingertips licked, before wetting his cock with a few rushed strokes. slick enough, he poises himself at her warm, sloppy entrance, thrusting in with one hard toss of his hips. halving down, he presses his forehead to her back, breathing hotly, heavily. )
heheheh whoops
rising back up to meet her mouth, rhysand eases off the wall. there are three small beds in the room, and he blindly finds the first one, removing himself from feyre just to get her on her hands and knees on the mattress. he shoves her leggings down, not bothering to take them off any more than to expose her little pink pussy, winking at him through the break in her thighs.
fumbling with his pants, he stays standing, kissing her spine while one hand pets up and down her body, like soothing an animal. )
Show me your wings, darling.
( there's the sound of him spitting into his hand, fingertips licked, before wetting his cock with a few rushed strokes. slick enough, he poises himself at her warm, sloppy entrance, thrusting in with one hard toss of his hips. halving down, he presses his forehead to her back, breathing hotly, heavily. )
Fuck.