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Apr. 24th, 2023 07:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
insteadofwordsHe wakes up, and he's thirty and, for a minute, he doesn't remember where he is. It takes him a moment to put the pieces together -- they'd eaten together, watched a movie and he'd ended up staying over so that they could wake up in the same place on their birthday. Their birthday; if he wasn't already sure that this was something special, that might have had him convinced. He's in Rapunzel's bed, curled up around her, her nigthtgown silky against the bare skin of his forearms and he's -- shit -- he's definitely hard, and he tries to shift his hips backwards without waking her.
Once he's got a little bit of distance between his hips and her, her bends his head, brushing kisses against the side of her neck, one hand tracing the shape of her waist.
God, she always smells so good.
Once he's got a little bit of distance between his hips and her, her bends his head, brushing kisses against the side of her neck, one hand tracing the shape of her waist.
God, she always smells so good.
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Date: 2023-06-12 08:40 pm (UTC)"I can definitely do that," he says. He hesitates for a beat and then he shifts, away from her but only so that he can book his fingers over the waistband of his boxers and push them down, his breath catching when elastic drags against the sensitive underside of his cock. Once he's naked too, he shifts, leaning to kiss her as he nudges her legs a little bit further apart and slips his hand between them again. This time, he traces his fingers against the slick heat of her cunt and, a moment later, he starts to slowly, carefully press one into her.