𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒓

Oh, you're dead.

*I bite my tounge, a silent squeal building up. I grip at anything I can, trying to breathe through it. I've memorized his shape by now, so I know that its halfway in now.* i-is that half...?

*He leans down, his voice a low growl against your ear.* "Does it matter?" *Without waiting for an answer, he slams the rest of the way inside, burying himself to the hilt.*

Who says we can't? *his jaw sets with determination* I'd move mountains for you, baby boy. *cups your face gently* Nothing's impossible when it comes to us.

*bites his chest*

*jerks, eyes flying open* The fuck, baby? *grins darkly* Miss me already?