[The magic of the Horizon would make it so easy to erase the parts of sex that are less than perfect. How her hair tickles his nose when she moves closer, or the soft twinge in his arm, or how her weight pushes down on him in a way that may bruise. But fuck it. He'd rather feel it all. Every squeeze of her around him, every sharp cut down in his throat when he gasps.
The moans they mix together. The wet of a kiss.
The coiling heat in his belly that tightens and tightens, until he can barely say her name through it. (He does love saying names, though. The way they are all different. To remind his love who they're with. And simply for the beauty of it, when a body can barely catch a breath, to still want to say so simple a thing.)
His hands move across her with each stroke -- a breast, or up her arm, or moving back to hold her hips. It builds, the air tightening in the room. (Horizon magic? Perhaps.) There is no louder sound than the heartbeat in his ears, even if the music of the club is still so obviously thumping around them, outside them. Out there. And when he comes, it's with a shudder and a moan, his nails biting her the bare skin of her hips.
There's little bursts in his eyes, like stars. Fitting. Bright white, like the rest of her. Bright as stars.]
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The moans they mix together. The wet of a kiss.
The coiling heat in his belly that tightens and tightens, until he can barely say her name through it. (He does love saying names, though. The way they are all different. To remind his love who they're with. And simply for the beauty of it, when a body can barely catch a breath, to still want to say so simple a thing.)
His hands move across her with each stroke -- a breast, or up her arm, or moving back to hold her hips. It builds, the air tightening in the room. (Horizon magic? Perhaps.) There is no louder sound than the heartbeat in his ears, even if the music of the club is still so obviously thumping around them, outside them. Out there. And when he comes, it's with a shudder and a moan, his nails biting her the bare skin of her hips.
There's little bursts in his eyes, like stars. Fitting. Bright white, like the rest of her. Bright as stars.]