ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ‘ only of winters that never found their spring.
where England remembers rain.
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ㅤ.. He had witnessed enough dawns to understand that light was never promised as 𝒔͟𝒂͟𝒍͟𝒗͟𝒂͟𝒕͟𝒊͟𝒐͟𝒏.
soaking into the sheets beneath him.
Eiren's fingers clawed at your back, nails leaving red trails as another violent aftershock ripped through him. His hole fluttered and clenched frantically, still spasming around the cock buried deep inside him. His hazel eyes were glassy,
his back arched sharply as you began slamming into him again, each thrust deep forcing sweet. Eiren's fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you closer while his legs wrapped tighter around your waist, heels digging in even more.
"Theo— I'm cumming—"
Eiren's head thrashed against the pillow, drool slipping from the corner of his parted lips as he babbled helplessly, completely lost in overwhelming bliss. @silkenfire
voice like a shattered melody, dripping with lustrous need. His lithe body jolted violently with every thrust, hips grinding in graceful, desperate arcs to meet your rhythm. Every thrust dragging starlight and embers along oversensitive walls.
"Too much— it's too good— I can't… Theo..." The contrast between violence and affection making his head spin. The mind fracturing into glittering shards, each one reflecting only your name. @silkenfire
Every thrust sent sparks of ecstasy dancing up his spine. The ache was divine, blooming across his insides. His eyes were glassy, half-lidded with pure depravity as he rolled his hips up to meet every savage thrust.
"Theo… I want to feel you for days." He pleaded softly,
the words dripping with honeyed filth. Eiren turned his head just enough to brush his swollen lips against your jaw, hazel eyes glassy with unshed tears and overwhelming lust. Sweat glistened on his flushed skin, red handprints still budding delightfully on his cheek. @silkenfire
"They have no idea their respected surgeon is nothing but a desperate whore for you," his voice like crushed silk, trembling with shameless need. Fingers threaded into your hair, pulling you closer as he rolled his hips up, chasing the touch.
He arched gracefully beneath you,
rolling his hips in slow, sinuous invitation, lips brushing against his your ears. Eiren's hazel eyes shimmered with liquid heat as he tilted his head back, his legs parted wider, knees drawn up, body laid out like a feast. @silkenfire