[impatience can make people do silly things and sometimes, those ridiculous things include not prepping better for sexual intercourse. sure, they'll both be a little sore later – and perhaps for the rest of the day? – but it's better(?) than the alternative. (it's not, but whatever excuses they can get away with, right?)
the only somewhat rational thought he does have is the tiny part of him that's refraining from telling broca to go faster. if he does, they really and truly will be in pain, and they don't need to exacerbate things in that sense. no, the way he's moving is enough, the spread of his knees bringing him down further while he lets himself be guided by broca's hold. the unexpected thing is what comes after, but although it wasn't anticipated, it's not unwelcome in the slightest.
he adjusts the placement of his arms, one around broca's shoulders again and the other lowering to worm underneath the other's left arm, latching himself into place against him as they continue fucking. his head tilts when broca mouths over his shoulder, along his neck and up to his face, which is where he straightens up to a point. like this, all he has to do is turn his head then he can graze his lips over broca's ear, his mouth curving into the smallest smile, but it pops open shortly thereafter on a soft, breathless moan whenever he brushes over a particularly sensitive spot.]
Do you–ah–want to s-stay like this? [it would take nothing at all for broca to stand and take him with him if he wants to be able to move better.]
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the only somewhat rational thought he does have is the tiny part of him that's refraining from telling broca to go faster. if he does, they really and truly will be in pain, and they don't need to exacerbate things in that sense. no, the way he's moving is enough, the spread of his knees bringing him down further while he lets himself be guided by broca's hold. the unexpected thing is what comes after, but although it wasn't anticipated, it's not unwelcome in the slightest.
he adjusts the placement of his arms, one around broca's shoulders again and the other lowering to worm underneath the other's left arm, latching himself into place against him as they continue fucking. his head tilts when broca mouths over his shoulder, along his neck and up to his face, which is where he straightens up to a point. like this, all he has to do is turn his head then he can graze his lips over broca's ear, his mouth curving into the smallest smile, but it pops open shortly thereafter on a soft, breathless moan whenever he brushes over a particularly sensitive spot.]
Do you–ah–want to s-stay like this? [it would take nothing at all for broca to stand and take him with him if he wants to be able to move better.]