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[doctormagnus]

She's still not entirely certain how ghoul-hunting in an allegedly haunted Vermont city got them crammed into the back of a cab in New York City with a driver who reeks of marijuana and cheetos and has horrible taste in music, but... here they are.

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[w_zimmerman]

"Magnus!" he gasps, grabbing her hips tightly and rocking up into her clenching, fluttering depths hard and fast, carrying himself to the brink as he helps her ride it out herself.

[doctormagnus]

She wraps her arms around him and draws him close, hips moving firmly and quickly for him. "W-Will," she pants.

[w_zimmerman]

Will climaxes with a cry, jerking under her. After fighting for so long, the orgasm is shatteringly intense, and he can only sob and cling to her as it crashes over him.

[doctormagnus]

She moans, feeling so full, and holds him firmly as they ride it out together.

[w_zimmerman]

He gasps and clings to her, jerking a few more times before he goes still under her, whimpering softly.

[doctormagnus]

She lowers her lips to his throat, giving him a few sloppy kisses before she collapses against him.

[w_zimmerman]

Groaning softly, he kisses her and gently wraps his arms around her. "That was wonderful..."

[doctormagnus]

"Amazing," she murmurs, drawing his lip between hers and sucking hard.

[w_zimmerman]

He groans and quivers a little, smiling against her lips. "You were beautiful like that. You're always beautiful, but that's a special kind of beauty..."

[doctormagnus]

She chuckles at how he sounds without his lower lip in his control. She releases it back to him and leans down, suckling his throat next to the previous hickey she left him.

[w_zimmerman]

"Oh, God," he moans, head falling back again. "I... I'm sorry, but I don't think I can..."

[doctormagnus]

She mumbles curiously and keeps sucking. She doesn't expect anything out of him, merely likes making her mark all over his delicate throat.

[w_zimmerman]

He's so achingly tender right now, and his body badly wants to react to the feel of her mouth against his throat. Nodding and wetting his lips, he presses his face into her hair, doing his best to focus on how pleasant the sensation to his throat is, and ignoring the almost-painful way other parts of his body are trying to respond, too.

[doctormagnus]

She pulls back with a moan, eyes glossy. He has a nice collection of marks on his throat now that will be nearly impossible to cover.

[w_zimmerman]

For now, he doesn't care. Later, he'll be mortified, of course but, at the moment, all he can think about is how much he loves her.

[doctormagnus]

She reaches down and draws the duvet up, over them.

[w_zimmerman]

Smiling, he wraps an arm around her, snuggling close. "You were amazing," he whispers, "but you probably get that a lot..."

[doctormagnus]

She shushes him and kisses his cheek. "Get some rest. We'll talk more in the morning."

[w_zimmerman]

He smiles shyly and nods, squirming around a little until he's comfortable, then wrapping his other arm around her as well. "This all right?"

[doctormagnus]

"Perfect," she murmurs into his shoulder, sighing happily and closing her eyes.

[w_zimmerman]

Will closes his own eyes, smiling and enjoying her proximity. He's definitely in love.

[w_zimmerman]

He smiles and presses his nose into her hair, smiling happily. "Sweet dreams. I'll see you in the morning."