If he's comfortable staying put, I'm okay with that as well; the only trouble is, I don't have anything to say, and am starting to feel awkward. Just a bit. I usually don't tie with anyone precisely because of this - because I usually only fuck for sex's sake, and purely physical trysts are best ended as abruptly as they tend to begin.
I'm not sure where the compulsion to knot him came from, but it's probably just a product of how ridiculously oblivious he is to what he looks like. I can't help but want to get my scent all over little scraps of naive innocence like him. But that deed's already done, and now I'm curious about him as a person, but certainly not enough to start a conversation about it right now, when we're trapped together like this.
A pirate, he said, as though that's all the more self-definition one might ever need. He's a creative thinker, at least.
I'm wondering what else he could be, when a rumble from beneath both of us startles me. I figure it has to just be his stomach, but I've never heard hunger sound like THAT before. I remember the way he peered into my skillet, as if even a few minutes' wait was unbearable, and te memory brings another.
I'm already folded over him, but I'd double over if I wasn't, laughing gleefully. "The food!" I remember, burying my chuckles in his shoulder. "I never finished it."
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Date: 2012-06-25 07:17 pm (UTC)I'm not sure where the compulsion to knot him came from, but it's probably just a product of how ridiculously oblivious he is to what he looks like. I can't help but want to get my scent all over little scraps of naive innocence like him. But that deed's already done, and now I'm curious about him as a person, but certainly not enough to start a conversation about it right now, when we're trapped together like this.
A pirate, he said, as though that's all the more self-definition one might ever need. He's a creative thinker, at least.
I'm wondering what else he could be, when a rumble from beneath both of us startles me. I figure it has to just be his stomach, but I've never heard hunger sound like THAT before. I remember the way he peered into my skillet, as if even a few minutes' wait was unbearable, and te memory brings another.
I'm already folded over him, but I'd double over if I wasn't, laughing gleefully. "The food!" I remember, burying my chuckles in his shoulder. "I never finished it."