Sebastian On Mtv's Headbangers Ball, 1992

sebastian on mtv's headbangers ball, 1992 ♡

kirk's 24th birthday ♡

november 17th, 1984 ♡

james and castor on drums ♡

kirk in exodus ♡

Pages Deep ⨾ Kirk Hammett (18+)

Mentions/Warnings: mutual masturbation, fingering, partial edging, unprotected sex, creampie

Lukewarm puffs of air cascade themselves over the upper halves of your thighs as you haphazardly listen to your boyfriend read out loud, the shuttering exhalations coming from the aircon above you sounding like an exhausted plea, as you settle yourself down in bed to fully lay on your stomach. A quiet sigh escapes through your fatigue laden lips as your left cheek makes contact with the cool pillowcase, and your head rests only a few inches away from Kirk's right leg. You lift your forearm to spread your fingers over the denim fabric of his jeans, a small and content smile lifting your relaxed expression as his voice overpowers the dilapidated machine and blankets itself around you.

"Sunlight settles over her like an earthly greeting once I've surpassed, and time is no longer a continuum. Faded drops of dew lay atop of her golden skin as I watch from afar, my eyes indebted in the way the sun's rays settle on her and make her continuously shine. I shake in place and yearn to be near, while the bite marks I once made on her skin, begin to appear." You shift your head further to the side and blearily reopen your eyes, your lids feeling heavy as they focus in on the way his fingers grip onto the red tinted pages of his favorite book, and as his grin widens once he feels your gaze settle on his parted lips.

Goosebumps cluster on your chilled and exposed flesh as he purposefully flicks his tongue out to lap at his bottom, your knees audibly connecting and gathering the slept in sheets between them as warmth begins to pool in your midsection. "White casts on gray, while gold specks her skin, and I fight back the urge to make them red again. To have my hands buried in every inch of her skin, while her nails break through the layers of my own. To be able to declare her as mine while I'm inside, and for her to know that I am hers even as I stand on the side and hide. I crave for you even when I'm with you, the temporary taste of you on my tongue never enough to satisfy the hunger I'll always have. In the dark, your own show on mine- the perfect opposition to what we are to each other. My mark on you in the sunlight, and yours only perceptible on me in the dark."

You curl your fingers to lightly scrape the bottom of your nails against his slowly tensing muscle, your own in your stomach beginning to clench as the flow in his cadence begins to lower and slow in pace. "For what am I without my insatiable hunger, and what are you without your fool? The sharpness of my tongue and teeth, were made to burrow themselves inside of you." A light gust of wind makes contact with the bottom of your raised palm as he sets the worn and read through book down in the space between his widely spread-out legs, your pulse quickening as he grazes his fingertips along the tops of your curved knuckles.

"Has anyone ever told you that you don't play fair?" You nearly rasp, attempting to keep your hand in place, as you use your other to push yourself up onto unsteady knees. You allow yourself to be tugged forward and into his welcoming heat, the silk now tangled around your ankles in soft tendrils of ligature. Strong thighs bracket you in as Kirk rests his head against the headboard, his earlier grin looking satisfied as his free hand reaches down and back to cup underneath your right asscheek. The hand he's caressing your own with comes up to mold itself on the curve of your jawline, and you instinctively press the weight of your head into it.

"Don't make a bet with me then, if you intend to lose," your boyfriend teases, his eyes soft and enraptured as he elongates his thumb to press it into the small gap between your pout. You bring your appendage forward to lathe his fingertip wet with your saliva, before nipping your teeth on the precipice of it. "You remember what the loser can't do, right? Can't cum during sex, or even use the other's mouth, hands or fingers to get off before or after." You remove your mouth off of his digit with an audible pop, and use the sheets as leverage to partially lean back for some more room. Kirk looks at you in confusion, before lust quickly takes over his expression, as you lift his shirt over your head.

You hold back the urge to arch into his touch as he squeezes the back of your upper thigh and tries to yank you forward. Maintaining eye contact, you bend your arms behind yourself to unclasp your bra. "How are you the only fool, when I am incomplete without you? The sun shines brightly down on me, but it is nothing in comparison to your cold and hard touch, the way I warm when you are near me," you reiterate what he's read to you multiple times with ease, beckoning yourself forward to graze your bare front against his and brush your lips upon his silent gasp. You force yourself to sit down on the backs of your heels and away from him before you can fall into his touch once again, your hands coming down to splay themselves on the expanse of your goosebump ridden flesh. You watch as his hand falls limp at his side, and as his pupils dilate as your breasts come into full view. "For your bite and your taste is all I wish to be able to sense and feel, with your soul already intertwined with mine."

You allow your desperation to be shown and apparent as you spread your bent legs wide, a weakened mewl breaking through your pressed together lips at the curse Kirk lets out once he sees your underwear nearly soaked through. You gaze at him through heavy and heady eyes, as your hands work their way up to tug down the black and ribbed lining. You shiver as the aircon's air makes its way down to your now bare and dampened sex, and you slide down to rest your backside and lower spine on the bedpost behind you. Placing a hand on the end of your groin and forcing yourself not to reach any lower without him joining you, you plead.

"Play with me."

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The first instructed touch has you both gasping, with you arching your spine to press the palm of your hand into your own awaiting sex. Kirk unfastens his belt and unceremoniously tugs his jeans down to his knees, your mouth beginning to water as soon as the visible pearl of precum bleeds its way through the confines of his fitted boxers. His dick stands tall and erect, nearly being long enough to rest under his belly button, with his cockhead peeking out from the spandex hem. Your boyfriend watches as you squirm in place and attempt to not move your hand without his guidance or permission. "Run your thumb along your vein, and tap at the head." You try to permit, the tension in your voice making it nearly impossible for you to speak without wavering. You watch in awe as he follows your instructions, his shaft visibly jumping against the fabric before he even reaches down to touch himself.

"Make yourself even more and wet for me," he starts, his chest nearly heaving as he holds himself back from wrapping a hand around himself, or even worse, sliding himself down flat on his back to eat you out until you cry, with your limbs pressing him into the mattress as you ride his tongue. You lift your palm and tilt your head downwards without breaking eye contact, a hot pulse of essence making itself out of your fluttering hole as you watch your boyfriend shudder at the thick glob that makes its way out of the space between your bitten red lips. You sharply inhale as the warmth becomes cold from the circulating air, the culmination of spit thickening as it leisurely makes its way down your already soaking wet folds. "Spread those pretty lips apart, and let me see how ready you are for me. Like you always are."

You do as you're told, already feeling on edge, even though you still haven't been able to touch yourself properly. The tone in his voice and being able to see how equally into it he is himself, is enough to make you nearly cum without any friction or stimulation. You shift to straighten out your legs and nearly jolt as your foot make contact with his own, before relaxing. The feeling of him being near, instead of just seeing him, calms you down more than you expect. Your thumb tremors with the need to flick itself against your swollen clit, but you force yourself to remain still, taking in a deep breath as you peer over at him and catch him continuously rubbing at his cockhead.

"Stop," you instruct, a hot flash of arousal flooding through you as he obediently freezes and locks his legs. "Tell me what you're missing right now." You suggest, deciding to tease him and hold off on allowing him to squeeze his shaft and touch himself. Kirk swallows thickly and allows himself to temporarily close his eyes, another bead of prerelease smearing itself on his tan and sweating skin as he tirelessly moves in place.

"I miss the way you feel around me," he breathes around a hoarse whisper, his voice nearly silent over the incessant background noise. You use that as an excuse to push yourself off of the bedpost and get a few inches closer to him. "Whether it be your mouth, your throat, or your pussy. The way you'd swallow around me, the way your hand pulsed and barely made it all the way around my girth. The way your walls would just suck me in and milk me dry, all of it." You keen and fist the sheets around you, your eyes widening in shock as he reopens his own and there's tears collecting along his ducts. "Hurts when I can't touch myself, but you look too damn good to cum just yet. I feel like I'm losing my mind over here."

"I miss the way you taste," you admit, unsolicited. "How warm you feel when you cum in me, and the places you reach inside that no one else has before. I miss the way you hold me down sometimes, and encourage me to just take it, and the other times you let me take control. When I ride you and praise you until you push your seed so far deep inside of me, it's like I can almost taste it. Seeing you pulse and jump for me, it's nearly enough to make me cum without even touching myself." You cry out as a heavy pulsation makes its way down to your clit and causes you to tremor just from talking about it, and you bend forward to reach for his hand, allowing the no-contact rule of your bet to go fuck itself instead of you.

"I just need to know you're there, need to know you're here with me." You brokenly murmur, going completely lax when you're tugged back into his space once again, this time being lifted up to rest on his lap. You both groan in unison as you two rub against each other, the cotton of his underwear adding onto the friction you've been so desperate for. Calloused fingertips are making their way in between your legs before you can even acknowledge them, and Kirk uses his feet for leverage to hoist you up and make enough room for both of his hands to spread and take you apart.

"Take what you need, baby. You know I can never really say no to you." he assures you, before bringing his left hand's index and middle fingers up to your entrance, and his right hand's thumb up to your clit. They're slowly being glided into you and rubbed against you before you can even react, and the sounds of exhausted and pent-up pleasure you let out reverberate around the room. You plant your hands onto his shoulders for stability, and begin to start fucking yourself up and down on his long digits with renewed and spontaneous fervor. Saliva slickens your bottom lip and your eyes begin to blur and daze, yet you still bend down to connect your lips with his. The slick sounds of him curling his fingers inside of you to massage your spongelike spot and your guys' kissing, mesh and turn into one. Thick and roped coils of pleasure tether themselves in your gut, and you force yourself to lift yourself off of his fingers before you can orgasm. You gently push down on his shoulders to signal that you want him flat on his back, and move to straddle him as soon as he does.

"Need to feel you inside of me, it's been too long." You halfheartedly explain, before shakily reaching down to remove his dick from the rest of the confines of his underwear, and guiding him towards your entrance. You lower yourself down to the hilt in one solid thrust and silently shudder as his cockhead makes direct contact with your cervix. Resting your forehead against his, you coerce yourself into keeping your eyes open so you can watch him fall apart. Kirk reaches down to instinctively grasp onto your waist, before pulsing his groin upward to make rough contact with your ass. You both hold onto each other as you piston and thrust with reckless abandon, you planting your feet on the bed underneath you and squatting down to meet his upward thrusts, and him using his own to bear himself inside of you as deep as he can get.

Kirk looks up at you in wondered awe as sweat collects at your browbones and slowly makes its way down your cheekbones due to your exertion, his own collecting at his temples and bleeding into his thick hair haloed out on the pillow beneath his head. Your boyfriend brings his still soaking wet thumb back up to draw figure 8's on your oversensitive clit, and he lets out a choked around grunt as you become vicelike tight around him. You clamp your thighs around his own and rely on him to pierce his way in and out of you, the dual sensation of his thumb and him hitting all the right spots enough to make you unable to think straight. Your jaw slackens as your orgasm hits you, and you can't help but slump forward, your forearms plummeting down to rest near each side of his head. You steady yourself again and bear down to meet his staggering strokes, ignoring your own overstimulation to make sure your boyfriend gets to cum as hard as you just did.

"You're doing so fucking good for me, just like I knew you would," you praise, your words sounding slurred and fucked out, yet still coherent enough to make Kirk's eyes go unfocused and wide. You let out a drawn out moan and a sound of surprise as his hands connect together behind your back, and push you down onto him, pelvis to pelvis, as he uses you to chase his own pleasure. "Just like that, just like that." You brokenly repeat, your stomach muscles beginning to contract in a way that you knew meant there was another orgasm growing and incoming. The force of his thrusts brushes his groin to rub right against your clit in the most perfect way, and for the second time today, and within minutes of each other, you were gone. White pulses flutter throughout your eyesight and your breath is taken away from you, the only things keeping you grounded and helping you remember this is real being the warmth of your boyfriend's seed filling you and covering your walls, and his safe and secure hold around you keeping you in place.

You turn your head to the side and suck in greedy inhalations of artificial, chilled air, your eyelids feeling too heavy for you to be able to keep them open on your own. Before you're able to space out, a kiss is being placed on the side of your neck, right above a mark Kirk left on you a week ago, and you smile against his shoulder. Sunlight beams in through a curtain, and you can't help but speak up, only, a little different this time.

"How are you the only fool, when I am incomplete without you? The sun shines brightly down on me, but it is nothing in comparison to your warm and soft touch, the way I feel complete when you are near me."

You feel his amused laughter quiver against your cloying skin, and you both relax in each other's arms and warmth, as gold specks on both of your guys' skin.