emo band texts 2 // emo quartet au

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The combination is perfect. His lungs burn and his throat aches and the stinging tattoo and fresh bite marks all pulse in time to his heartbeat. It's off-beat with the rhythm Mikey is trying to set up, but it doesn't matter It's quiet in his head, still and full of nothing but Mikey -just like his body. It's amazing. It's enough, finally enough of Mikey inside him to quiet the edge of need that's been building in him since the needle first touched his skin a country ago, maybe before that, maybe since the first time he sat down next to Mikey in a venue parking lot. There are a lot of things Pete wants to say as Mikey fucks him. You make me feel less hollow. I could have dreamed you up and you wouldn't be as perfect as you really are. Thank you for marrying me, thank you so fucking much. If I died like this, right slower than before with so much of his attention focused on keeping his grip on Pete's neck on the right side of safe, it's better than anything Pete could've hoped for. The combination is perfect. His lungs burn and his throat aches and the stinging tattoo and fresh bite marks all pulse in time to his heartbeat. It's off-beat with the rhythm Mikey is trying to set up, but it doesn't matter It's quiet in his head, still and full of nothing but Mikey -just like his body. It's amazing. It's enough, finally enough of Mikey inside him to quiet the edge of need that's been building in him since the needle first touched his skin a country ago, maybe before that, maybe since the first time he sat down next to Mikey in a venue parking lot. There are a lot of things Pete wants to say as Mikey fucks him. You make me feel less hollow. I could have dreamed you up and you wouldn't be as perfect as you really are. Thank you for marrying me, thank you so fucking much. If I died like this, right It's quiet in his head, still and full of nothing but Mikey - just like his body. It's amazing It's enough, finally enough of Mikey inside him to quiet the edge of need that's been building in him since the needle first touched his skin a country ago, maybe before that, maybe since the first time he sat down next to Mikey in a venue parking lot There are a lot of things Pete wants to say as Mikey fucks him. You make me feel less ollow. T could have dreamed you up an you wouldn't be as perfect as you really are. Thank you for marrying me, thank you so fucking much. If I died like this, right now, it'd be the best way to die. I didn't know a human being could love someone like I love you. None of them come out around Mikey's grip. All he has the air for is Mikey's name and that comes out garbled and hoarse Mikey's response is to drop his head and kiss Pete, slow and dirty like he's fucking him. He's going to come like this, breathing Mikey's breath straight from his mouth. He is. He lets go of his cock to grab at Mikey's back and pull him closer. The added friction makes Pete feel blind with pleasure, or possibly oxygen deprivation. It doesn't matter because Mikey strokes his thumb over Pete's pulse. He does it in time to one, two, three deep thrusts before Pete surrenders, coming wetly between their stomachs so hard that he actually whites out. Pete blinks back to himself to find his husband hovering over him. He can breathe freely but Mikey looks worried. Worried but still hard, Pete notices with a smile that feels slippery on his lips, like the whole thing could slide right off his face. "Hey," Mikey says. He's propped up on his elbows peering down at Pete. His glasses make his concerned expression look owlish. Mikey would make an adorable owl. Pete would totally name his owl Mikey if he were a wizard.

"Hi."

"Are you okay?" "Pete," Mikey begins, but Pete stops him. He is not going to ruin this with his Way Worry-lines of Doom. "Finish fucking me, Mikey. You promised and I can still feel you." He reaches up and pushes Mikey's glasses up his nose. "I want to watch you come." The worry-lines fade a little, replaced with a look that could burn Pete inside out. Mikey licks his lips, and the sight is so sexual that if Pete hadn't just come his lungs out, it'd get him going again. Mikey isn't moving, though. "Pete, you just -" Mikey waves a hand over Pete that says pretty much passed out, blinking like he's trying to keep his head. Pete doesn't want that. He wants to see, to feel Mikey come undone. "Yeah, I did and it was fucking amazing."

Pete's hands slide up into Mikey's hair, tugging a little the way he likes it. Mikey's eyes slide shut and his head turns into it, nuzzling into Pete's wrist. "Come on." Pete grabs Mikey by the shoulders, manhandling him messily onto his back. Mikey squeaks a little but he goes with it, he's always more malleable when he's worked up. It's elbows and legs all over the place and Pete nearly knees Mikey in the face but he manages to get Mikey laid out without letting him slip out. He winds up squatting over Mikey's lithe form, one hand on the bed to balance himself. He lets his weight pull him down, Mikey's dick sliding to the hilt and they both groan simultaneously. Shit, that's it. "Fuck, babe. Motherfuck." Pete starts to move, pushing up on his knees and back down again, a slow slide that has Mikey tossing his head, biting his lip, his hands flying up to grasp at Pete's hips, thumbs pressing in "Fuck, Pete." Mikey's hand slides up Pete's chest, fingers tracing his sternum. His hips are starting to push up rhythmically, in counterpoint to Pete's movements. "You're so fucking beautiful like this." Mikey's voice is throaty and wrecked and Pete would be a damn liar if he tried to deny the thrill that runs up him at the sincere words. He lets his head drop back, just feeling Mikey inside him, on his skin, tingling in the still-sore bruises on his neck. He's just riding Mikey now, moving on his cock, and every strangled breath and moan from Mikey's mouth just pushes him higher and faster. Mikey's covered in a sheen of sweat and his hair's a wreck, stuck to his forehead and neck in dark clumps. His breath is hitching in that way that makes his chest shift and Pete has to run his hand up Mikey's chest, letting his fingers trace over the bumps of his rib bones. He'll never, ever get tired of seeing Mikey like this. "Pete. Shit." Mikey's hand on Pete's hip grips tighter, hard enough to ache, and Pete loves it. Mikey's pushing up with his hand, guiding Pete into a faster rhythm, and Pete goes with it, feeling the burn in his thighs as he fucks Mikey's dick. Mikey's making those delicious throaty noises now, the ones that mean he's close and Pete wants, no, needs to get him there. Fuck Mikey, come on." Pete pants, getting a handful of Mikey's ass and pulling up, encouraging. "Come on, harder, I'm not gonna break." "Pete," Mikey gasps, his hips shoving up faster and fuck, Pete can practically smell it on him.