You couldn't tell which part of you was more on fire.
The white hot flame was buried deep into your back as the hands upon it dragged nails down your flesh. You could manage a few grunts, but the noises coming from the other was all the sound you needed.
But your stomach pooled with heat and you knew what was coming, but you dismissed it. You begged yourself to, you wanted yourself to.
Your hips aimed forward and lifted upward, earning a soft whine from the smaller Canadian.
You have been together for a while now. A few months.
He had been nervous and skittish around you at first, but he warmed up almost at ungodly speed.
And now you were taking his v-card at the age 18.
Wonderful.
For you, anyways.
It started with rough kisses and greedy little whimpers, but you got what you wanted. You got into his cute bee patterned boxers and you felt the pleasure you so desperately crazed over.
He didn't like it very much at first, with eyebrows pressed together to create a small crease and face so deeply flushed it covered his dark freckles. His teeth grazed over his bottom lip and he eyed every movement of yours, slowly taking you to the hilt.
Up until then, it was painful for him.
But he soon too began to enjoy himself, turning to shuddering mush once he was hilted to your lap.
You could barely manage his name, his heat wrapping and coiling around you.
You could notice certain spots that would make him jerk, but you didn't try very hard to reach them.
You just wanted to feel him and explore him, to watch him cry out your name..
It was the only thing you wanted, it was what you needed.
His voice was everything that made you hard at night, it was everything you imagined and you could come just hearing it.
It was warbled and quiet, but loud when you moved up next to a ball of nerves. You loved his little noises and you loved how shy and nervous he'd get when your eyes would lock onto his.
You loved him.
You loved him so much that you come, you come buried deep inside him and he soon follows with a high pitched whine, shivering violently as his excrement rolled off his abused and ignored length.
You croon forward and sigh out his name, grabbing ahold of his back and bringing him close t your heated chest.
"Sollux-... I love you.."
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LIVING LIKE KINGS. (Solkat)
FanfictionSollux is a young teenager at the rank and IQ of fucking retarded. He sets up a date with a former friend, Karkat Vantas, but when he returns home from school, he finds his uncle waiting for him with a steel and ready to use blade to his gut.
