Notes: This is a double-drabble of 197 words, so it's short. Also, the pairing is open, though I did have two certain people in mind whilst writing it. I'd love to know who you think it is though :)
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His kisses were soft. I didn't expect that of him, I thought his kisses would be hard and rough. I thought he'd touch me as if I were his Gundam, but he didn't. He touched me as if I were a porcelain doll, as if I'd break if he pressed too hard. I'm not used to that, I'm used to sex being rough, brutal, dangerous. But with him, it was something entirely different. It was slow and gentle, loving. He ran his fingers over my body as if it were the first time, exploring me and memorizing every little detail. Lips brushed gently against my skin, warm and ticklish, with only the occasional flicker of a wet tongue.
It seemed to take forever before he'd make love to me, but I wasn't complaining, every minute, every second, was pure ecstasy. He rook me to heights I'd never thought existed, until the world dissolved away into pure, completely bliss. He'd hold me afterwards, stroking his fingers up and down my spine as he cradled me against his body. He didn't speak because words weren't necessary. He told me through his touches, his kisses, that he loved me.