Does Herpes Discharge Smell

04. Closet

Fandom: ORIGINALù

Pg: M / M

Prompt: "We are not in the closet!" ;

Notes. Written for the pOrnFest, semic much to do and have fun, because I needed to relax. Sex semi descriptive, but not really.

"But ... we're not in the closet!" I exclaimed, laughing, while pushing me inside the closet space and equipment that could not even be called a 'wardrobe'. It was simply a business full of coats and piled up buckets and brushes that they would not find another place in my small apartment.

"Oh yes we are, trust me." I said, lifting his shirt and biting a nipple to playful, heedless of my moan that was half dictated by pain. Shortly after I had kicked the jeans in a corner with a kick, passing his arms around her waist and dragging down on me. You were cursed, slamming his elbow against a shelf of the shelf, before sinking his face in the crook of my neck and suck the skin, your hands are occupied elsewhere to give me pleasure, much lower. Her hair was still wet for the heavy rain that poured out, and seems incredibly innocent, despite everything. When I raised my face to kiss passionately I closed my eyes, opening his lips to penetrate your language. Only then I stopped thinking, focusing on feelings, on trying to grasp everything about you, every inch of skin, every boss, I wanted to touch everything, like I was going for some time, I did not want to miss anything, not even a breath. In that space

let me take narrow, looking in your eyes while you arch your back and gently pushed into me, not me too bad. It was me that once again I was approached, clinging to my legs behind your hips and lift your pelvis so that I could sink into me over and over again, without deny you anything. I raised a hand to caress her face, to touch her hair blonde who had become too long and I fell over his eyes, moving away soon. I smile, feeling the pleasure mount in waves inside me, seeing it reflected in your muscles, in your head that bent into the mouth and biting my hand to suppress a stifled cry. For eyes closed, his arms trembling from the effort, had let go of my hand, kissing the imprint of your teeth. Only after I had watched and smiled, dropped it on my chest with a sigh of satisfaction.

"See? And 'even comfortable. "You muttered while with one hand languidly caressing her hair.

"Seh, comfortable, really. The next time we do it over the chandelier. "I'd heard giggling, and then asleep on me in the middle of stuff and things forgotten.