Once, there were rose petals and candles, once there was a blanket in a cornfield and a midsummer sky. Once, once...
There were things that were cherished and not forgotten, and here, now, love is the same but sex is different. As good. Better? Maybe. Sex before never touched him this deeply. Sophie was warm and soft, and year, there had been scented oils, and it made him feel like his heart was going to explode.
With Mike, like this...it feels like someone is dragging a finger down his bones. He's never felt so trusting and, beneath is all, so fucking cherished.
"You're going to Eostre's," Hobbes accused, resisting the urge to lean up in the kiss. "I can make myself come thinking about you, and there's nothign you can do to stop me."
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There were things that were cherished and not forgotten, and here, now, love is the same but sex is different. As good. Better? Maybe. Sex before never touched him this deeply. Sophie was warm and soft, and year, there had been scented oils, and it made him feel like his heart was going to explode.
With Mike, like this...it feels like someone is dragging a finger down his bones. He's never felt so trusting and, beneath is all, so fucking cherished.
"You're going to Eostre's," Hobbes accused, resisting the urge to lean up in the kiss. "I can make myself come thinking about you, and there's nothign you can do to stop me."