[ it’s so impossibly good that for a moment he thinks he might be dreaming this entire thing, that he’ll wake alone and sticky with his own come, the girl in his arms a figment of a hyperactive and lonely imagination. alina is too good to be true. the fact that she hasn’t left yet, that he hasn’t driven her away with the unsavory parts of his life and personality seems too miraculous to be real, and yet he feels a tiny pinch of pain when she sucks a sharp bruise right above the pulse of his throat that tells him that he’s not dreaming. he’s really here with her, today and tomorrow and every other day after that, and the notion both excites and frightens him, almost too anxious to think about all the time he wants to spend with her when time isn’t guaranteed at all. this could be cut short any day, any moment, a hard-learned lesson reminding him that he needs to be present.
is this okay is what he means to say if his mouth would cooperate with his brain. as it is, the only response he can manage is a nod and a whine deep in his throat, trying to be still but it's impossible, it's impossible with the way that alina keeps pulling away to tease the sensitive head of his cock with a knowing smile that nikolai feels strangely proud of. good for her for nearly killing him. he'd be happy to die in this bliss. ]
Alina — [ it's the only word that makes sense, the only thing on his lips. he holds out as long as he can, but soon his hips rise to thrust back into her, pulling her down against him as his back hits the chair. the slow grind of sparks leaves him breathless, his arm tightening around her and one hand pushing into her hair to angle her mouth toward his, kissing her messily, desperately. ] Yes, yes, it's good —
[ so good that he knows he won't last much longer, his hips rocking against hers, his mouth sliding from her mouth to her jaw before he buries his face against the column of her throat, her hair tickling his cheek. his breath comes unsteadily, her name wrapped around a moan, again and again, and then heat blossoms inside of him, his muscles clenching as he grips her tight. ]
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is this okay is what he means to say if his mouth would cooperate with his brain. as it is, the only response he can manage is a nod and a whine deep in his throat, trying to be still but it's impossible, it's impossible with the way that alina keeps pulling away to tease the sensitive head of his cock with a knowing smile that nikolai feels strangely proud of. good for her for nearly killing him. he'd be happy to die in this bliss. ]
Alina — [ it's the only word that makes sense, the only thing on his lips. he holds out as long as he can, but soon his hips rise to thrust back into her, pulling her down against him as his back hits the chair. the slow grind of sparks leaves him breathless, his arm tightening around her and one hand pushing into her hair to angle her mouth toward his, kissing her messily, desperately. ] Yes, yes, it's good —
[ so good that he knows he won't last much longer, his hips rocking against hers, his mouth sliding from her mouth to her jaw before he buries his face against the column of her throat, her hair tickling his cheek. his breath comes unsteadily, her name wrapped around a moan, again and again, and then heat blossoms inside of him, his muscles clenching as he grips her tight. ]