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Michael Ginsberg ([personal profile] just_displaced) wrote2020-09-13 04:00 pm
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Open Post

Voice / Text / Video / Action

This is Ginzo's open post. Anything goes.
nedofpies: (:> swarmed in his underwear)

[personal profile] nedofpies 2013-11-02 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
It's all too clear that Ned appreciates Ginsberg's initiative; he chokes on a moan, his toes curling, scrapes his fingernails against Ginsberg's back with a little less purpose and a little more sheer instinct. He tries to give a measured kind of approval but it comes out as mostly obscenities and repetitions of Ginsberg's name, pleas to keep doing that, to go faster.

Ned's breathing hard, now, lets his head fall back against the pillows and shuts his eyes. That look in Ginsberg's eyes was starting to get the best of him, and he wants to keep some thread of control over himself, to hold out as long as possible. But he can't shut out those delicious tiny noises Ginsberg's making, or the heat of him. He's moving to meet every thrust and stroke with a jerk of his hips, his little compliments and encouragements dissolving into mere sounds.
nedofpies: (:o flustered)

[personal profile] nedofpies 2013-11-02 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
That quickened pace suits Ned just fine; he loses himself in the rhythm of it, his sense of time and his surroundings becoming blurred and uneven. He should probably be focusing on not making enough noise to startle the neighbors, should be trying to hold out as long as he can for Ginsberg's sake. But it's all beyond him, now.

The orgasm springs upon him more suddenly than he'd expected it would, doesn't give him time to warn Ginsberg. One moment he's in control and the next he is breaking apart, clinging to Ginsberg, shaking under the force of it. There's something half-startled in the cry he hears spilling out of his own mouth.
nedofpies: (:o flustered)

[personal profile] nedofpies 2013-11-02 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Ned's head is spinning with a delightful kind of vertigo. "You can k-keep going," he exhales, even though he's shuddering hard at every one of those light touches to his chest, the entire surface of his skin feeling hypersensitive to touch. But he doesn't care; he wants Ginsberg to keep moving. "I don't mind."

In an effort to encourage him, Ned shifts his hips back against Ginsberg's, biting down hard on his bottom lip to keep in a whimper. It's almost too much to bear, too intense, but part of him kind of likes it. "Just do what you like," he says, and while the words themselves might sound passive or self-sacrificing, there's a heat and hunger behind them that Ned doubts Ginsberg will miss.
nedofpies: (:> kiss kiss fall in love)

[personal profile] nedofpies 2013-11-03 05:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Ned can barely keep his eyes open, dizzy with overstimulation, but he does, just a sliver. He wants to watch Ginsberg's face, see every fleeting expression. When he comes at last Ned holds his breath, waits for him to finish and sink down on top of him in a boneless heap. One he has, Ned slips carefully out from under him, staying close, tangling their legs together. He presses his forehead to Ginsberg's, kissing him through the come down, brushing away the tufts and tiny curls of hair that have gotten stuck to his neck, his temple.

"You are so beautiful," he murmurs.
nedofpies: (:) :D self-hug)

[personal profile] nedofpies 2013-11-03 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"'s that such a bad thing?" Ned asks. Every muscle in his body feels warm and relaxed, and his thoughts are pleasantly blurred around the edges. Sure, it might be the middle of the afternoon, but why should that stop them? "...can take a nap and then do it again," he suggests, his inhibitions still delightfully absent.

He touches the tips of their noses together, a lazy, wide smile plastered all over his face, drapes himself around Ginsberg and lets out a contented sigh. He is, for that moment, deliriously, perfectly happy. He can't think of a single thing he could want that he doesn't have, right then.