I do not own any of the characters or 'All Around Me', Butch Hartman and Flyleaf does. I only own the writing.
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Hot bodies move together roughly, sweat slicked their skin. Pale legs tremble over identical blue ones, thin fingers clawing into them as his body moves up and down. His mouth is open as if to scream, but only moans and gasps come.
Erotic breathing, painful pleasure coursing through each limb, emptying of the mind. Nothing else exists but the two nearly equal bodies, heat, and moans.
The green one moves a fraction of an inch and an internal switch turns. His shoulders go rigid, losing control of his sexual bouncing. His back arches into the firm chest behind him.
Burning breaths fall against his shoulder blade and to his neck. He can vaguely feel the slimy wetness of a tongue trace the crook of his neck before a sharp talon breaks into his skin. The faded blue body fades from his mind at the peak of sexual desire, resolving to be nothing more than a solid beneath and inside him.
Another pinch bites into the opposite side of his and again on his arm. Unnaturally cold hands creep out of nowhere around his waist, causing intense shivering as they go.
The green one can't take it anymore—he needs release. His body heaves, his disconnected nether regions nearly bursting when a chilled substance grips it. The hand pump rapidly, breaking stars in the innocent other's head.
All logic and sense has dissipated. All that remains is hot and cold.
Anti-Cosmo is all around him. His hands, lips, and teeth are everywhere. A faint suck on his neck soon connects to his distant brain.
"Let go," a deep voice commands, coated with lust. His hand moves once more and Cosmo's heart stops. He explodes harshly, stopping all motion in the universe—only sweet release.
Once the blank peak lowers, he lets out a feminine groan, his shoulders crumpling forward. Every muscle spasms and he clenches around his beloved opposite, causing an equivalent release. Feeling a sudden fullness, he gently falls forward, crashing back to Earth.
Smooth, slick hands roll up his back to his shoulders and smirking lips kiss his newly received bite. He whispers something enduring, but Cosmo can't hear. He only feels.
Anti-Cosmo is all around him.