[He's dazed, suddenly cold when Fenris pulls back, but he manages to push himself up to his elbows to track Fenris's movements. Anders's hair is messy and tangled in the back, pupils blown wide, expression slack with confusion; by the time his hazy mind manages to catch up enough for anxiety to start to prickle in his chest, Fenris is back on him again, and it all rushes out with an eager, gasping sigh.
His back hits the bed again, but he doesn't stand a chance this time— his surprised, ragged moan tears out of his throat before he has the chance to muffle it. It's not even loud, still quiet by most standards, but to him any sound is too much. He throws his arm over his face to help keep the rest of it in, bites at the crook of his elbow when vibration bubbles up in his throat.
The fingers of his free hand twist into sheets, and he can feel the little bottle shift with the movement, feels the way oil smears against his side, feels the way Fenris's slick fingers work his nipple into hardness, feels the way Fenris's throat wraps hot and tight and pulsing around his cock. He feels every drop and wants more, sternum arching up towards Fenris's fingers and hips twitching beneath his grip. He wants to thrust, wants to take, and he can't, and his chest feels like it's going to burst.
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picks u up into my arms
Date: 2015-12-23 03:56 am (UTC)His back hits the bed again, but he doesn't stand a chance this time— his surprised, ragged moan tears out of his throat before he has the chance to muffle it. It's not even loud, still quiet by most standards, but to him any sound is too much. He throws his arm over his face to help keep the rest of it in, bites at the crook of his elbow when vibration bubbles up in his throat.
The fingers of his free hand twist into sheets, and he can feel the little bottle shift with the movement, feels the way oil smears against his side, feels the way Fenris's slick fingers work his nipple into hardness, feels the way Fenris's throat wraps hot and tight and pulsing around his cock. He feels every drop and wants more, sternum arching up towards Fenris's fingers and hips twitching beneath his grip. He wants to thrust, wants to take, and he can't, and his chest feels like it's going to burst.
Fenris always was stronger than him.]