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THE UNEXPECTED
Title: The Unexpected
Written By:ahaw9913
Graphic Title: Swept Along
Artist:maxymama
Timeline: Post 513
Author's Notes: Thanks to my beta. The ficlet was inspired by the graphic. Neither the ficlet, nor the graphic are suitable to be viewed at work, or by anyone who is not an adult.
You'd expected hot.
You'd expected wet.
You'd expected tight.
You'd expected to love everything about the feel of your cock sliding into him like this...nothing to dull the sensation. Who wouldn't?
Fuck, you’d even expected it to tear down any remaining walls you’d kept erected against him. Against the tendency he had to reach into your soul, find all the carefully hidden pieces, and take them for his own.
You'd expected all of these things. You'd planned for them. You'd done what you could to prepare yourself to accept them.
What you hadn't expected, hadn't planned for, and sure as fuck hadn't been prepared for, was the impact that Justin's experience would have on you.
As he absorbed the impact of hotter, wetter, thicker, you hadn't expected the shuddering and writhing of his body to render words like control and stamina meaningless.
You hadn't expected his moans and keening to drive you to mark every inch of his skin as a record of his pleasure.
And you never, ever could have expected that seeing the tracks of his silent tears as he collapsed in your arms, physically and emotionally wrecked, would make you regret that it had taken you so long to want this.
Title: The Unexpected
Written By:
ahaw9913Graphic Title: Swept Along
Artist:
maxymamaTimeline: Post 513
Author's Notes: Thanks to my beta. The ficlet was inspired by the graphic. Neither the ficlet, nor the graphic are suitable to be viewed at work, or by anyone who is not an adult.
You'd expected hot.
You'd expected wet.
You'd expected tight.
You'd expected to love everything about the feel of your cock sliding into him like this...nothing to dull the sensation. Who wouldn't?
Fuck, you’d even expected it to tear down any remaining walls you’d kept erected against him. Against the tendency he had to reach into your soul, find all the carefully hidden pieces, and take them for his own.
You'd expected all of these things. You'd planned for them. You'd done what you could to prepare yourself to accept them.
What you hadn't expected, hadn't planned for, and sure as fuck hadn't been prepared for, was the impact that Justin's experience would have on you.
As he absorbed the impact of hotter, wetter, thicker, you hadn't expected the shuddering and writhing of his body to render words like control and stamina meaningless.
You hadn't expected his moans and keening to drive you to mark every inch of his skin as a record of his pleasure.
And you never, ever could have expected that seeing the tracks of his silent tears as he collapsed in your arms, physically and emotionally wrecked, would make you regret that it had taken you so long to want this.