( it's like time fucking stops in that moment of being apart, each step feeling like it's drawn out over the course of hours, days, maybe. but — fuck, if he's gotta suffer, at least he's got a hell of a view. this is taking forever and he may possibly be dying, but if he is, this is definitely a pretty good way to go, ogling kate bent over to search through his wallet, completely unfazed by the concept of her going through his shit, too busy staring, thanks.
when she straightens up again, a glint of silver catches his attention and oh — thank fucking god, past will was looking out for current will for once in his life. thank fuck.
the distance between them is, mercifully, closed as kate straddles him again, skin against skin as her thighs wrap around his, both of them about a breath away from what they really want the most, his eyes following up along the curves of her body. she wastes no time in rolling the condom down over him, and even that slightest bit of contact has him exhaling sharply, far too needy for his own goddamn good, trying not to squirm beneath her touch.
but then she curls her hand around his cock, asks if he wants her to ride him as though every part of him doesn't ache for just that, and it feels so obvious that it may as well be a flashing neon sign above his head. kate's got him in the palm of her hand (quite literally, too), and god, he's in so deep right now that he's pretty sure he'd do anyfuckingthing she wanted him to do. ) Fuck yeah — fuck, I want you to ride me.
facepalms
when she straightens up again, a glint of silver catches his attention and oh — thank fucking god, past will was looking out for current will for once in his life. thank fuck.
the distance between them is, mercifully, closed as kate straddles him again, skin against skin as her thighs wrap around his, both of them about a breath away from what they really want the most, his eyes following up along the curves of her body. she wastes no time in rolling the condom down over him, and even that slightest bit of contact has him exhaling sharply, far too needy for his own goddamn good, trying not to squirm beneath her touch.
but then she curls her hand around his cock, asks if he wants her to ride him as though every part of him doesn't ache for just that, and it feels so obvious that it may as well be a flashing neon sign above his head. kate's got him in the palm of her hand (quite literally, too), and god, he's in so deep right now that he's pretty sure he'd do anyfuckingthing she wanted him to do. ) Fuck yeah — fuck, I want you to ride me.