[MitS] 012. Collide

[elementof_risk]

It isn't gentle, the way they meet. Violence slides through the shadows in which they live their lives. Teeth meet skin, hands rip fabric off with little care for buttons lost. Clothing can be replaced. Time cannot. She is hot and tight around him as their hips collide, and he buries himself inside of her with an almost desperate sound. Her mouth leaves bruises; her nails score red marks like flames down his back. This, then, is them, and, for a stolen moment, the only demands and claims on them are from each other.

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