Title : Random Emo Blurb.
Author : Noodle (me)
Rating : R-NC 17 I suppose
Summary : Just Pete and Patrick. mrowr.
Author's Notes : So I feel weird. So here is something weird. Its written in my angsty way, so yeah. Tis sex I guess. Emo blurb style.
We were shipwrecks. And we were ticking clocks. Two sullen disasters only set to music. Our soundtrack to disaster was riddled with bad jokes and pranks, as love strummed the cords and anger pulsed its taboo on the drums. And yet, it was bliss.
He had thick frames and I had loose strings. His sound matched my diction, and still we were complete opposites. His joy was my saturnine, his light was my dark. And yet with every wasted breath, I felt myself crumbling to his geeky smile.
We were contradictions of each other, perfect mockeries of one another’s beliefs and refuges. But we were complements. We fit together, as his hand fit in mine and my shouts mixed with his. We made each other complete, and broken at the same time.
We built rigid bridges and soft kisses. His lips brushed mine and the poignant taste remained long after. Eyes glazed over, and hearts boomed and thrashed. Flesh ripped under teeth, like clothing ripped under fingers. And sweat clung to us as we did on the squeaky mattress.
Inhibitions were lost with the clothes. And morals were dropped with the underwear. Flesh felt flesh as tongue met tongue. We moved and sighed to the ticking of our swollen hearts. Minds raced as hands did across naked skin. Darkness held us like we did each other. And we were searching for the release we both needed.
Legs spread and eyes widen. My back against the mattress and he is against me. Pushing, forcing, whispering, gasping. He fills me like his tongue fills my mouth. He moves to the rhythm of our moans. Slipping, sliding, groaning, screaming.
His name dances on my lips as his fingers dance on me. He grasped me and went in tune with his own. Breathing speeds up, as we race towards the top. His tongue meets mine once more, and my hands pull him to me. Moans are muffled by kisses as I find the catharsis I need. He follows shortly after, panting and sighing.
We were broken shoelaces and crooked smiles. We were awkward moments and tender kisses. He was my opposite. And he was my compliment. We fit together like a key to a lock. We fit together as hands do, and as his body fit with mine.
We were rainy days. We were ocean tides. Two beautiful triumphs set to music.
Author : Noodle (me)
Rating : R-NC 17 I suppose
Summary : Just Pete and Patrick. mrowr.
Author's Notes : So I feel weird. So here is something weird. Its written in my angsty way, so yeah. Tis sex I guess. Emo blurb style.
We were shipwrecks. And we were ticking clocks. Two sullen disasters only set to music. Our soundtrack to disaster was riddled with bad jokes and pranks, as love strummed the cords and anger pulsed its taboo on the drums. And yet, it was bliss.
He had thick frames and I had loose strings. His sound matched my diction, and still we were complete opposites. His joy was my saturnine, his light was my dark. And yet with every wasted breath, I felt myself crumbling to his geeky smile.
We were contradictions of each other, perfect mockeries of one another’s beliefs and refuges. But we were complements. We fit together, as his hand fit in mine and my shouts mixed with his. We made each other complete, and broken at the same time.
We built rigid bridges and soft kisses. His lips brushed mine and the poignant taste remained long after. Eyes glazed over, and hearts boomed and thrashed. Flesh ripped under teeth, like clothing ripped under fingers. And sweat clung to us as we did on the squeaky mattress.
Inhibitions were lost with the clothes. And morals were dropped with the underwear. Flesh felt flesh as tongue met tongue. We moved and sighed to the ticking of our swollen hearts. Minds raced as hands did across naked skin. Darkness held us like we did each other. And we were searching for the release we both needed.
Legs spread and eyes widen. My back against the mattress and he is against me. Pushing, forcing, whispering, gasping. He fills me like his tongue fills my mouth. He moves to the rhythm of our moans. Slipping, sliding, groaning, screaming.
His name dances on my lips as his fingers dance on me. He grasped me and went in tune with his own. Breathing speeds up, as we race towards the top. His tongue meets mine once more, and my hands pull him to me. Moans are muffled by kisses as I find the catharsis I need. He follows shortly after, panting and sighing.
We were broken shoelaces and crooked smiles. We were awkward moments and tender kisses. He was my opposite. And he was my compliment. We fit together like a key to a lock. We fit together as hands do, and as his body fit with mine.
We were rainy days. We were ocean tides. Two beautiful triumphs set to music.