Skateboard - Phighting

The sun had long since dipped below the horizon, leaving your apartment bathed in the warm, amber glow of the kitchen lights. The day had been an exercise in delicious torment.

From the moment Skateboard had met you this morning, you had made it your mission to unravel his composure. Every lingering touch, every suggestive whisper while you two went out to eat, and every time you had teased his lap just long enough to feel his pulse quicken before pulling away, you had been feeding his desperation all day.

You had watched through hooded eyes as his grip on his board tightened, his breathing growing ragged while you played a cat and mouse game with his sanity.

Now, as you stood at the stove, humming softly while stirring a pot of pasta, you felt the sudden shift in the air. The familiar, restless energy of Skateboard flooded the space behind you before you even heard his footsteps. Suddenly, a solid, heated body pressed flush against your backside. His arms wrapped around your waist, claws digging slightly into your hips as he forced your body forward against the counter.

Without warning, he began to thrust. His hips bucked against your ass with a frantic, uncoordinated hunger that spoke of hours of suppressed desire.

"Please- fuck, please,"

He whined against the shell of your ear, his voice cracking with raw need. The friction of his jeans against yours created an intoxicating heat.

"You've been doing this all day... fucking teasing me until I'm dying. You feel so good, oh swords- your ass feels amazing. ."

His breath came in ragged, desperate pants as he whined low in his throat, his entire body shuddering with every desperate hump.

His cock was a rigid, unforgiving rod pressing through layers of fabric, each thrust sending a jolt of electricity straight up your spine.

Skateboard's hands wandered shamelessly to your hips, gripping them as he sought more contact, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of whatever you had on to pull you even tighter against him. Every whine that escaped his throat was punctuated by the muffled, rhythmic slapping sound of his pelvis grinding against your ass.

“Please please please- I-I swear I’ll be good. .please just let me cum. .”