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[glitteringtide]

let's get fucked up and die

(i'm speaking figuratively of course)

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[brothergoblin]

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. ]

sry 4 the delay, feb killed me :/

[glitteringtide]

[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.]

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

[brothergoblin]

[ 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--

[glitteringtide]

[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.]