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[As Tyler starts to move, Fabian gasps, though instead of the beautiful wet warmth bearing down on him again, he feels himself slip out entirely. He chuckles, low and gentle.]

Whoops. I'm telling you, I'm not that big, lad.

[He teases with a grin as he grabs his cock and lines it up to enter again. Once the tip is in, he grabs Tyler's hips and presses them down with a bit of vigour, hilting inside him all at once with a small ah! He angles his wrists as he pulls up again, making Tyler's hips angle forward. Fabian seems to know just how much to pull up before pressing down again, which prevents the issue from reoccuring.

He gasps again and exhales a soft moan, probably just a touch too loud.]

[ Huffing out only a slightly embarrassed laugh, Tyler sinks his teeth into his bottom lip to lock down a groan of his own. Every inch that Fabian slides back inside him feels just as good, and as soon as they find a good rhythm, Tyler's having to work hard not to make a sound.

He doesn't even blame Fabian for being slightly louder than is probably smart right now. It feels so good, the bed beneath them quietly creaking every now and then and the soft, slow slap of skin doesn't make it past the bedroom door. Yet. ]

Fuckkk, feels so good.

[He's not used to trying to be quiet during sex, since he has very little shame around the act and is fine with others listening in. The only exception is when he may get in big trouble (like fucking in public) or in cases like this, where he's made a promise to his partner. It makes this feel intimate in a way that's hard to describe... Almost reverent. This being Tyler's first time adds to that.

Thumbs rub the divets of Tyler's hips until he has to lift one hand and shove a couple of knuckles between his own teeth to stifle anything louder from coming out, closing his eyes, losing some of his composure.

Now that Tyler has a rhythm, his other hand wanders his abdomen, and he admires the small man atop him, riding him beautifully.]

God, Tyler...

Just... Tyler.

I'm not religious.

[ It takes an intense amount of concentration to crack that joke, but the way his lips curl up at the corners is only spoiled by pleasure making him slack-jawed again. He can see why people get addicted to this.

With his hands pressing against Fabian's shoulders to keep himself balanced, he can't help but speed up, breath getting a little more labored like this is a workout. Like he's started chasing another orgasm and wants Fabian to join him. ]

[Fabian huffs a breathless laugh.]

I am. And you are divine.

[He manages, barely, to get that little quip in before Tyler speeds up, throwing Fabian's ability to speak out the window entirely. He can only mewl and pant and whimper. Now that Tyler is steadying himself, Fabian begins to jut his hips upward slightly with each thrust, burying himself deeper inside his partner. One of his hands moves to press his fingertips against Tyler's clit again, pushing him further toward the edge Fabian is rapidly approaching.]

Oh, Tyler... [His tone is pleading, like it's all too much.]

[ Tyler would blush at the compliment were it not for the fact he's engaged otherwise. All conscious thought shrunk down to what's happening between his legs and, by connection, Fabian.

He can't help but let a few moans slip loose, loud enough to be notable. It's just with Fabian's fingers working against his clit, and also rutting up inside him, he's fighting a losing battle. And he doesn't care. Losing feels too good.

He rocks his hips in time, mouth dry now with how fast he's breathing. Not so much with exertion but with arousal. ]

Gonna-- I'm gonna--

[Fabian feels the tidal wave towering over him. He reaches up to grip the back of Tyler's head and pull him down so their foreheads are touching. He laces his fingers into the smaller man's hair and uses that as a grip to keep himself from being washed away as that wave crashes through him. He cannot help the desperate moan that escapes him, try as he might to stifle it.]

Fuck--

[He hisses. He does not still his hips, nor his fingers, thrusting until Tyler is finished as well.]

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sry 4 the delay, feb killed me :/

you good fam, ain't never any rush with taggos <3

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