Nicky's drabbles (Smut, fluff, unfinished works)

Distance and fear makes things so much better, once you meet again.

We knew what we were doing wasn't innocent, we knew we weren't supposed to be making out like this. But, this heat, this passion was something we hadn't felt in a long time, there were soft moans and the quiet, almost silent plea of my name. I pressed my body against his, my hands on his waist, my lips attached to his neck as his arms went around my upper body, even though his moans were quiet, and barely audible, they still made me shiver as I felt his heavy breathe against my ear, my eyes closer, as I allowed my hands to roam his small figure, his legs propped against my back, which pinned my down closer to him, the grip on my upper body tightening, one hand going into my hair, I kept my lips focused on his neck, biting and nibbling occasionally, him unaware that I was intentionally creating marks.

I grinded against him, letting out heavy pants, and smooth hums as I did, his nails clawing at me in desperation.

"Damn it.." He muttered,  whimper escaping his lips, as I hungrily continuously kissed and bit at his neck. I pulled back and hovered over him, looking at the marks I'd made, impressed at myself for making a few more than red marks, two purple bruise like hickeys stood out high up on his neck. It wasn't long before we connected our lips once more, without hesitation I pushed my tongue into his mouth, letting it roam every inch, my eyes closed as I relied solely on my sense of touch and hearing.

We pulled back, a string of saliva connecting our lips, we giggled and wiped away the small string, quickly going back to bruising each others lips.  Both of us grunting and moaning. I kept grinding on him softly, as his legs tightened around my torso. I pulled back from his lips and continued this motion, as it was his turn for his lips to attach my neck. The sensations of his lips, just brushing over the sensitive areas made me shiver and almost melt. He never had that animalistic approach that I did, his movements were soft and teasing. And just that, caused the most pleasuring sensation I'd ever felt. His pleas and gasps, caused a heavy feeling of lust to wash over me, but we couldn't and wouldn't to anything else but make out.

We changed positions as he pushed me off, causing me to fall backwards, giving him enough time and space to crawl onto my lap, legs spread on either side of me. He gripped onto me and started kissing me deeply, grinding against me purposely, his hand gripping at the back of my hair, pulling my head back just slightly.

-End never to be finished again--