My hands close against the window, the feel of him, the heat and the stretch. He fucks in and out of me as he does it. A little deeper every time, taking me, enjoying me, destroying me.
I’m not sure he’s even thinking about the end of the world. He’s running his hands all over my body, and I have never felt adored the way I do with him. The curves of my thighs, the rise of my ass, every inch of skin he can grasp a hold of.
It’s not just sex. And it never was.
He’s forever kissing me, my cheek, my shoulder, my lips. “You’re so lovely,” he whispers. I press my head back against him, my body alight with every movement. “Let’s do this.”
And there, at the edge of time and existence, at the top of a tall London tower, five hundred years in the future and maybe a billion light years from my own world, August takes me apart.
The world melts into pure energy as he fucks me. I feel it pulsing through me. Life, life force, all existence. Gold and silver, ice and fire, air, water, breath, dirt, lava, everything. The immensity of the pleasure, the pain of the loss if I should ever lose him…
I press back, fuck him harder, and he pounds into me, kissing me always, teeth grazing my skin. He grasps my dick with one hand, nipple with the other, squeezes me until I scream, works me harder than he ever has before, on and on.
I’m trying. I’m trying so hard.
“August,” he cries. “I can’t.”
“You can’t stop. Not when we’re so close. Please.”
I can feel it growing, the universe pulsing. It’s me and it’s us, this impossible displacement, this shift in nature, this crackling chaos that sent us spiralling to the edge of the world from day one.
Unstoppable. Uncontrollable.
Impossible.
“You feel… August…”
And I can’t stop any more than he can. I fuck him as hard as he fucks me. Meet him thrust for thrust, blow for blow, scream for scream, until he rips a hand into my hair, slams my head back, and comes hard in me.
“Oh, fuck,” he cries, all pleasure. “Fuck,” he exhales, shuddering ecstasy. “Fuck. Oh, August. Oh, fuck…”
His breath’s broken, but his eyes are on the sky. It’s already fading. Objects coming back into focus. The memory of things pulling them back when we were tearing them apart.
The horror of it shocks me out of my pleasured trance. The vibrations within me haven’t ceased any, not in the least, still radiating out of me. But we’ve failed. We’ve failed, and our beautiful life together, and all the things we had to do…
“Slayer…” He turns me around, pushes me gently, where my back lands against the glass, my energy dipping with the realisation.
Until he kisses me again, the sweat from his lips salty on mine. “We need more energy. Don’t stop.” He strokes my desperate cock softly. “I don’t want to stop. August, can we…” He kisses me, bringing me back to life, pulling me away from the window, flickering red and blue behind me, towards the bed. “Please don’t stop now. Please, fuck me.”
“August.” I close my eyes over his heated kisses, but I see the flash through them, the whole world lighting. “Are you sure?”
“Please. I can’t die without your cock inside me.”
I laugh over his beautiful smile. “You don’t have to do this.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. Even if it wasn’t to save the world… I need this. Please.” He lands on the bed and sinks my cock in his mouth. It’s a special kind of torture, this.
“You should stop—ohhh…”
Why is he so good at that?
No.
Need to fuck myself.
Need to save the world.
But maybe just another few seconds…
