i love love love when tops prioritize making the bottom get his release first then chase his own climax after—-literally using the spent bottom like an object and his thrusts starts losing the rhythm and he’s just “oh fuck fuck fuckk—“ LIKE YESSS THAT IS CINEMA
I want to hunt you down. Chase you through the streets, see you panic, hear you yell. Make my way closer and closer until i'm on top of you. Push your face into the concrete, rip and tear at your clothes. Theres no point in struggling. No point in fighting. Just accept your fate.
You're cute, but you'd be cuter in a collar. Looking up with me with your little prey eyes, begging. Knowing that I'm going to ruin you, that I'm going to fill that fuzzy little brain with gross thoughts until it's all that gets you off. You're cutest when you're being gross.