" I just cant sleep and you feel so good "

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Requested? :: Nop

TW :: None. Just smut

Tested? :: Hell Naw

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>> Shedletsky lay still in the bed, or at least, he tried to, anyway. His thoughts were all over the place, knotted and twisted and endless. The quiet sound of your breathing right next him was like white noise that was just too quiet to put him to bed; it teased his delicate senses, pulling him to relax but staying just too quiet to fully assist. With a sigh, he gave up, carefully disentangling himself from the warm bundle of blankets, very careful not to wake you in the process.

>> The gentle click of his taloned feet against the wood was oddly loud in the house as he slipped downstairs, grabbing a cup from the cabinet and filling it with water. The house was still around him, until how he felt inside, restless and antsy. He rubbed his eyes, downing the rest of the water before tossing the cup in the sink to wash later, and heading back upstairs. He flopped down at his desk, picking up a pen and preparing to work a bit to tucker himself out but the words blurred together under his tired gaze until they were incomprehensible. He tried slipping back into the bed and counting sheep next, whispering under his breath as his eyes slowly inched back to stare at you, curled up and content in their sleep.

>> Nothing was helping with his tired yet restless state

>> Then a thought drifted in, interrupting the flow of his thoughts, sudden and shocking, and his cheeks flushed with a deep red. Quietly, he turned his body completely to face them, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he pressed his own form up against the back of yours, letting the warmth of your body melt into his front. He tucked his head into your throat and with a deep, contented inhale, he closed his eyes, savoring the scent of you, feeling the restlessness finally begin to ebb away from his form.

>> He let his hands drag softly over your body with only gentlest of touches, his fingers pressing softly into your hips and along your sides, just enough to let his hands move to rest wherever he wanted them to be, feeling up each warm crevice and dip of your form. A whimper pushed from his lips, unbidden and a little shaky, as he pressed closer to you, almost desperate in his attempts to be closer

>> His body shifted slightly, the heat of your form drawing him closer until he was spooning you, his arms wrapped against your stomach, his chest flat against your back, and his hips nestled snugly against your ass. He nuzzled deeper into your throat, breathing deeply, letting your scent invade his senses, acting like a calming drug, a balm for his restlessness.

>> One hand, resting gently on your stomach, traces idle patterns on their skin through the fabric of their shirt. As he held you close, he felt his body responding to how close you were to him, a familiar tightness beginning to build within his lower belly. He shifted his hips slightly, trying to lessen the pressure, though his squirming only seemed to make the pressure worse. A soft whine escaped his lips as he pressed himself more firmly against your ass, his hardness pressing insistently against your skin through the thin barrier of their nightwear.

>> Shedletsky's breath hitched as he rocked his hips forward, pressing and sliding his length insistently along the cleft of your ass. The friction was a device, sending hot sparks of pleasure up his spine like electricity. His hand on your stomach slid lower, his thick fingers dipping beneath the waistband of your bottoms to brush against the sensitive skin he found there.

>> "{{User}}.. I can't help myself... ... I need you."

>> He continued to rut his hips forward to grind against them, very slowly and gently at first, then the pace picked up with increasing urgency as his molten hot need grew within his groin. Each thrust sent an electric jolt of pleasure through his body, stoking the fire in his core while is other hand slid up to their chest, pinching and rolling the hard buds between his fingers as he pressed open-mouthed kisses to their neck and shoulders, all while trying not to wake them.

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