Cain had missed this, more than he could ever say. The way Glitch's body formed to his own, every piece fitting together perfectly. Sliding home with out of practice familiarity, never forgotten, simply under-used.
Let his head drop forward until his forehead, dripping with sweat, almost touched the pillow. Fingers holding onto the smooth, clean, silky sheets that he had put in place, anticipating Glitch's return. Let Glitch's hands guide his legs, dragging his knees even further apart where they deeply dented the bed under them.
No hint of a rhythm, not even close, not so soon. Cain knew this would last, this time. Not like that first, frantic, half-clothed frenzy that took the edge off their mutual, pent-up need. Knew Glitch would take him, reclaim him, in good time. Until then, they eased into their places. Slick, hot, tight and hard in all the best places.
Glitch's hands on his hips, steadying him. Pushing in until they couldn't possibly get any closer together and pushing deeper still. Cain couldn't breathe, it was more than he had felt in months. Glitch's lips between his shoulder blades. Hot, moist breath between kisses.
Hands sliding up his sides until they reached his arms, then sliding still. Down his arms, palms smoothing the pale hair on the way down until Glitch's hands covered Cain's own. Covered and tangled and weaving together, gripping tight.
Cain felt the back of his neck graced with nipping, biting kisses. He moaned without meaning to, pushing back. Unhurried, with no driving intent. A simple reaction and an unconscious motion.
"Let me," Glitch's voice was deep in his hair and Cain could never deny him. Cain closed his eyes and let the rhythm take him, let Glitch take him. Welcomed Glitch home with his body and with everything he had.
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Let his head drop forward until his forehead, dripping with sweat, almost touched the pillow. Fingers holding onto the smooth, clean, silky sheets that he had put in place, anticipating Glitch's return. Let Glitch's hands guide his legs, dragging his knees even further apart where they deeply dented the bed under them.
No hint of a rhythm, not even close, not so soon. Cain knew this would last, this time. Not like that first, frantic, half-clothed frenzy that took the edge off their mutual, pent-up need. Knew Glitch would take him, reclaim him, in good time. Until then, they eased into their places. Slick, hot, tight and hard in all the best places.
Glitch's hands on his hips, steadying him. Pushing in until they couldn't possibly get any closer together and pushing deeper still. Cain couldn't breathe, it was more than he had felt in months. Glitch's lips between his shoulder blades. Hot, moist breath between kisses.
Hands sliding up his sides until they reached his arms, then sliding still. Down his arms, palms smoothing the pale hair on the way down until Glitch's hands covered Cain's own. Covered and tangled and weaving together, gripping tight.
Cain felt the back of his neck graced with nipping, biting kisses. He moaned without meaning to, pushing back. Unhurried, with no driving intent. A simple reaction and an unconscious motion.
"Let me," Glitch's voice was deep in his hair and Cain could never deny him. Cain closed his eyes and let the rhythm take him, let Glitch take him. Welcomed Glitch home with his body and with everything he had.