#i am. normal. so normal. and definitely not adding this to next emmrook fic i write

[beetlethebug]

i am a dom!bottom! emmrich truther and i will die on this hill. i want this man to talk rook through prepping him. splayed on his back, propped up on his elbows, legs spread and gaze heavy as he says, "that's it, darling. you can press further--that's it. the way your finger feels is exquisite, darling. just like that. doing so well for me." getting a little breathier, a little less eloquent, when one finger becomes two and then becomes three. hands reaching to take both of rook's to hold them once they finally slip inside, leg wrapping around their hips to keep them close.

so much praise as rook begins to find their rhythm. every little cant of their hips, the way their body shudders and shakes. hands running up and down their arms when they moan and babble about how good emmrich feels. emmrich fully composed and steady as rook becomes a shuddering, weeping mess as he praises them and coaxes them to go faster, thrust harder, because he knows that he can take it, darling, and don't you want to help him feel good? that they're doing so lovely, and he wants them to take their pleasure however they wish.

emmrich who prefers being penetrated because of the thrill of the dynamic. the trust that it requires. the control. emmrich settled atop rook's cock, hands on their chest, telling them to be good and patient as he rolls his hips at a pace so slow it's nearly glacial. Running a hand through his hair because he knows what it does to rook to see him a little undone. watching how rook's eyes get dark and glazed as they watch the sweat drip down his collarbone, the flex of his abdomen and muscles in his thighs.

emmrich who will use magic to truss up his partner and driving them wild by how composed he remains even as rook is pounding into him with everything they have. cast never faltering, head lolled back, a hand in their hair as he reminds them that he's fully prepared to keep them here until he's had his fill.

[woundedsoul12]

Yessssssssss. This is how I love my Emmrich. So perfect

i am a dom!bottom! emmrich truther and i will die on this hill. i want this man to talk rook through prepping him. splayed on his back, propped up on his elbows, legs spread and gaze heavy as he says, "that's it, darling. you can press further--that's it. the way your finger feels is exquisite, darling. just like that. doing so well for me." getting a little breathier, a little less eloquent, when one finger becomes two and then becomes three. hands reaching to take both of rook's to hold them once they finally slip inside, leg wrapping around their hips to keep them close.

so much praise as rook begins to find their rhythm. every little cant of their hips, the way their body shudders and shakes. hands running up and down their arms when they moan and babble about how good emmrich feels. emmrich fully composed and steady as rook becomes a shuddering, weeping mess as he praises them and coaxes them to go faster, thrust harder, because he knows that he can take it, darling, and don't you want to help him feel good? that they're doing so lovely, and he wants them to take their pleasure however they wish.

emmrich who prefers being penetrated because of the thrill of the dynamic. the trust that it requires. the control. emmrich settled atop rook's cock, hands on their chest, telling them to be good and patient as he rolls his hips at a pace so slow it's nearly glacial. Running a hand through his hair because he knows what it does to rook to see him a little undone. watching how rook's eyes get dark and glazed as they watch the sweat drip down his collarbone, the flex of his abdomen and muscles in his thighs.

emmrich who will use magic to truss up his partner and driving them wild by how composed he remains even as rook is pounding into him with everything they have. cast never faltering, head lolled back, a hand in their hair as he reminds them that he's fully prepared to keep them here until he's had his fill.