The room feels too hot the moment you pass through the threshold of Killer's cabin. Door shutting behind him a little more forcefully than perhaps the both of you intend, you're too preoccupied with kissing him to really pay attention.
He guides you backwards, lips latched to yours in a hungry desperation to taste you. As if stopping would mean losing you.
He gently shoves you, and the bed's soft comforter at your back catches your fall. Neither of you waste time, too impatient to bother with much foreplay that night. An entire evening of giving each other little touches, obvious signs that you were needy for one another but having no way to seclude yourselves away to take care of your needs, left you both plenty ready. You didn't need further playing.
You're both naked in record time, clothes discarded to his floor, his mask not far behind. He's over you a heartbeat later, mouth latching onto your pulse point and sucking to leave a mark. You moan in open-mouthed pleasure, gasping in a breath-
One of Killer's stray hairs finds its way into your mouth, and you sputter it out, making enough noise to draw your lover's attention. He pulls away, looking at you.
"What?"
"Just a hair got in my mouth." You reach up and pull it completely from your face, tongue roaming around to be sure you've gotten it all.
"Oh, sorry."
"No big deal." You say, lips curling into a smile, and dragging him back down to kiss you, resuming the heated mood once more.
His hips slot themselves between your legs, nudging them apart just enough to angle for his entry. You're practically brimming with excitement, toes curling as you prepare for his-
"Ack!" You flinch, blinking rapidly as yet another stray strand of his incredibly long hair floats it's way directly into your eye. You hands, which had propped themselves on his shoulder in support, fly to your face and wipe at your eyes.
"Shit, what happened?" He asks in concern, reaching to cradle your cheek. "Did I hurt you?"
"No, no...just your hair...in my eye..." You manage, rubbing and picking around your face to make sure you'd gotten it. "I think I got it."
"I'm really sorry-"
"It's ok, really." You say, laughing to yourself despite it all. Wiping away the tears that had sprung up from the irritation, you lift your legs to wrap around his waist, pulling him close so that his erect cock presses right against your waiting entrance. "I swear, Killer, if you don't fuck me right now-"
"Noted." He says with a growl, shifting his hips back just enough to give him room to plunge his length deep into your body.
You cry out, a sensation of being so full sweeping over you, and you trail your hands down his arms as he begins a steady pace.
Killer thrusts with vigor, mouth open, raggedly panting as he loses himself in your perfectly tight body. After so long of imagining the way you'd come apart underneath him, his cock splitting you open with each heavy thrust...it's so much better in reality than what he mind could conceive.
Leaning himself over you, he looks down at the way he enters you. The way he's so entranced is mesmerizing, intoxicating, you can't look away. His hair falls to either side of you, curtaining and reaffirming the fact that he's the only thing in the world in that moment.
Killer is gorgeous, you realize. Not that you hadn't known this already, but seeing it in your lust-glazed eyes, it's cemented in your mind-
"Shh-! Fuck..." Killer swears, hips coming to an abrupt halt. He takes ragged breaths, head cocked to the side as he stares down at your joining.
You prop yourself up on your elbows, trying to determine what's wrong now. "What-?"
"My fucking hair..." He mutters in clear irritation, reaching down between you as he pulls out slowly, pulling the long few strands of hair that had somehow settled themselves in the space where he'd been fucking you relentlessly. They must have been pushed in and yanked at his own head in the process.
"Fuck!" He growls, letting out a huffed breath and resting his forehead on yours. His chest heaves with all of the effort he's put in so far.
Your cunt aches fiercely, having been so close, and yet the building sensation had been ripped away to be left as a disappointing throb. And even so, you can't help the laughter that bubbles from your chest.
Killer looks down at you like you've grown a second head, confused why you're suddenly laughing like this in the face of such an embarrassing series of events. He shakes his head, finally pulling back to sit back on his heels, since it's clear that there really was no salvaging this one.
"Short of shaving your head," you say through a fit of giggles, reaching out to toll a few strands through your fingers, "you should probably put your hair up next time."
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