Firelight Confessions

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You're not tired either, huh? I figured. You're always the last one up with me.

It's nice though, the quiet. Just the two of us, the fire, and that ridiculous one-tent situation we somehow ended up in. Honestly, I think the others planned this.

They've been side-eyeing us all weekend like we're a will-they-won't-they situation. But hey, maybe we are. I see the way you look at me when you think I'm not paying attention.

And don't give me that smile, you know exactly what I'm talking about. That soft, heavy-lidded look, like you're wondering what it'd be like to touch me. Kiss me, peel away all the layers we've been hiding behind.

Maybe I've been wondering too. Look at us, sitting this close, the way your leg brushes against mine under the blanket. You didn't move away, and neither did I.

God, the firelight looks so good on you. All warm and golden across your face, makes your eyes darker, hungrier. Tell me something, have you ever wanted me? No, I want you to say it.

Have you ever laid awake wondering what it'd be like if I reached for you? Because I have, more than once. I've pictured it, us tangled together in that tiny tent, your hands all over me, mouth on each other like we can't get enough.

I think we've waited long enough, don't you? Come here, come closer. You've been holding back all night, haven't you? Every time our arms touch, every time I lean close to whisper, it's okay.

You don't have to hold back anymore. Let me kiss you. I want to.

I want this. I want you. God, you're mean.

You kiss like you mean it, it's so sexy. Let me tug your shirt up. I want to feel your skin.

How hot you've gotten from just a few kisses. There's that breathy sound again. Do you know how good you sound? Like you ache for more.

My fingers on your chest tracing down your stomach. You're already hard for me, aren't you? Don't pretend you're not.

Don't pretend you don't want this. Let's go inside. Lie down.

God look at you, spread out under me, lips swollen from kissing, breath shaky. I've wanted this for so long. To touch you like this, press myself against you, grind down just enough to make you whimper.

That's it baby, let me hear you. You're so hard, so ready, but you're not getting off yet. Not until I've thoroughly played with you.

Let me slide my hand down over your waistband, nice and slow. There you are, thick, hot, twitching in my hand already. I barely have to touch you and you're panting.

Nice and easy, no rushing, we can take our time. I want you to feel how wet I am for you. I've been like this all night, grinding against my sleeping bag while trying not to moan your name.

Thinking about this, us. I feel like this all night, getting wetter every time our hands graze. Every time you look at me, I think about us.

You underneath me, holding back, begging with your eyes, your body straining against mine. But you'll be good for me, won't you? You'll let me edge you, let me build you up, stroke after stroke, right to the brink, and then stop.

The frustration in your voice, that's what I want. I want you desperate, needy. Say please, tell me how badly you need to come, let me hear it.

Begging looks so fucking good on you, baby. Okay, you've been so good for me, so patient. Now, I'm ready for you to let go.

I want you to give in. Right here, in my hand, staring into my embrace. Come for me, there you go.

That's it, baby, yes. That's it. Oh my god, you're shaking.

Come for me. I want you to feel so good. I want to feel your body convulse.

I want to feel your cock throb in my hands. Yes, baby. That's it.

That feels so good, doesn't it? You're such a good boy. Oh my god.

That's good. That's it, baby. You did so good for me.

You're still shaking a little bit. God, I love that. I love how your body just gives out when I take you there.

All that tension, just gone. Come closer. Let me hold you.

You feel that? My hand on your chest, my fingers brushing your hair back. I want you to remember this, because that, watching you come undone for me like that, that's mine.

You were perfect. Every sound, every twitch, every time your breath caught. So perfect.

You tried so hard to be so good for me, and you were. You didn't rush. You let me take my time.

You gave me everything I wanted, even when it drove you crazy. That's what makes you mine. Not just your body, but your trust, your patience, your need.

You don't even know how beautiful you are like this. Skin flushed, breath all messy, lips still parted like you're waiting for more. I could stay like this forever.

Just tracing lazy circles over your chest, whispering how proud I am of you. Because I am. I'm so proud of how you held on for me, how you let me play with you, how I kept you right at the edge, and didn't beg until I told you to.

Such a good boy. Say it back to me. Say, I was good for you.

Yes, you were. So, so good. And now? You don't have to think.

You don't have to do anything but lie here with me and breathe. I've got you. Let me kiss that spot right there, under your ear.

And again, right here, over your heart. You're safe. You're warm.

You're wanted. And I'm not going anywhere, baby.