[ He gets there almost as fast as Sarica - almost - because the other man does come first, his lower body contracting beneath him, buttocks, thighs, oh, his arse - eyes nearly crossing, Anakin pushes his face against Sarica's shoulder as the other man clenches around him, spending himself against the bed. The thought alone - it's not like he's even touched him... Gasping, mouth hanging open in a stupid way that he's happy no one can actually see, Anakin thrusts forward again, hard, burying himself to the base. He stays there for a second, then repeats the motion - once - twice - and there, oh.
Kriff.
His orgasm washes over him with a surprising ferocity and his metal hand actually clenches hard in the sheets as he anchors himself above, inside, Sarica, mouthing wordlessly against his skin. His cock pulses deep within the other man, pleasure melting through his muscles and he's frozen like that until it abates. From there, his arms actually start trembling and he sighs against Sarica's neck, kissing him briefly before he pulls out as gently as he can. His cock slips free with a wet pop and Anakin quickly rolls off to lie on his back next to Sarica, one leg slung over both of his. He curves one arm over his forehead and smiles, widely, his voice coming out decidedly winded: ]
You make the best noises.
[ He nudges Sarica with his shoulder gently and stays there, as he is, slick still and wet around the lips, his eyes already drooping. In a moment, he decides, he's going to head for the washer, just for a quick clean-up, but right now? He tracks the shadows on the ceiling with his eyes, seeing patterns there that he can't discern, something that looks like darkness fading into something else.
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Kriff.
His orgasm washes over him with a surprising ferocity and his metal hand actually clenches hard in the sheets as he anchors himself above, inside, Sarica, mouthing wordlessly against his skin. His cock pulses deep within the other man, pleasure melting through his muscles and he's frozen like that until it abates. From there, his arms actually start trembling and he sighs against Sarica's neck, kissing him briefly before he pulls out as gently as he can. His cock slips free with a wet pop and Anakin quickly rolls off to lie on his back next to Sarica, one leg slung over both of his. He curves one arm over his forehead and smiles, widely, his voice coming out decidedly winded: ]
You make the best noises.
[ He nudges Sarica with his shoulder gently and stays there, as he is, slick still and wet around the lips, his eyes already drooping. In a moment, he decides, he's going to head for the washer, just for a quick clean-up, but right now? He tracks the shadows on the ceiling with his eyes, seeing patterns there that he can't discern, something that looks like darkness fading into something else.
He feels Sarica all over himself, inside and out.
Beautiful. ]