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"Thank you," I whispered. My body pressed down into his as I relaxed for the first time in a few hours. Sweat ran down us and into the bed sheets, soaking the sheets in more of our fluids.
Chest to chest we breathed out of rhythm by a breath, hands gripped desperately at the other's slippery skin. My legs wrapped around his waist and pressed our hips together hard.
The sun landed perfectly on our bare bodies to highlight the moments we had had not too long before. "Am I your art now?" he looked up at me with soft eyes.
Did he want me like this? Or did he want me as is? He was art, but did I want him to be my art? I wanted him, I needed him, but was it only the selfish need of sex? Or did I want all of him in every way he could be given?
I bit my lip in thought as I zoned out. I felt his hands rub the small of my back and heard a dull hum from his lips. Both of those caused a smile to appear and linger on my lips as I retracted from my thoughts.
"Yeah," I nodded slowly.
Passion leaked into my mouth through his lips as we kissed roughly. His body had pressed right up and into mine the entire time, only letting up once our lips parted. "Good," he said.
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My Sweetness
Fanfiction• Remington × reader • "He caught them and gave a small pout. 'Am I not worthy enough to be your art without any clothes?' He batted his eyes at me and tried to repress a smile as I showed him the bathroom."
