[ROLEPLAY][Original Character][Writing Excerpt][Dub-Con] "Spicy Shower Time"

Ses understands the pain of being lonely far more than most. He may be surrounded by people daily, and some of those people may even have importance to him, but most of it is empty. Even when he has Felix, they often aren't as intimate as he would like... but then, he'd spent most of his life keeping people at arm's length all because of fear. Fear of losing them, of hurting them, or wronging them, or of them finding out what he's really like deep down and then abandoning him. There are so many reasons, and due to his more toxic relationship with sex and romance, it meant that finding proper partners was difficult at best. And those he did find... most of them were short-lived, some of them even dying in the end due to things he felt he could have saved them from, yet they'd slipped through his fingers just the same.

And that only made it so much worse.

So he clings to this woman, clings to her neediness while delving into it. Sharing his own darkness with her, darkness that often was pent up and only shared with those who managed to break down many barriers. Those who called to that darkness in him. She was more than kindred at this point. In his mind, they were as one, in a way.

Hearing the noises she made in response to his own, feeling her body react as it had, feeling her clamping down against him, Ses almost loses himself in those moments as his breath huffed and little growled moans escaped. He's not typically one to talk during these acts, but often his voice can still get the best of him, and he's feeling that coming on as he picks up his pace, his feet beneath them squaring off a bit for better balance as he held her to him. With every rock of his hips, he can feel the ache in his back, in his ribcage. Could feel the slight pull of the stitches she'd carefully placed over him. The flesh had healed nicely, but with the way he was moving they are beginning to leak, but he doesn't care. The small bit of discomfort, and the slight pain in the ribs, the pain of his hair as her fingers claw into his scalp... all of it helps him feel connected, and he craves that.

As his pace picks up, his breath becomes heavier, his mouth beginning to lose some crushing steam against her shoulders. At some point, his lips had moved along the back of her neck to gift her with even more red and bruising marks, indents of teeth, and the promise of feeling for tomorrow. He only wishes he could get better access... In time, maybe, if she'll let him. For now, he focuses on what he can do, and as his left hand continues the work on her clit, Ses' pace turns into straight-up pounding as the muscles of his slight ass compressed. If not for the shower's water, he'd be sweating on her by now from the effort. He can feel his balls clenching; he's coming closer to the edge, but he doesn't allow himself just yet. Not until she can get hers. Because this isn't about him even if he feels like he's spiraling into her. It's about her. Because she'd asked.