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You couldn’t remember how you got into this position. How you came to be where you sat now, looking up above you in fright. All previous thoughts had disappeared completely, which included why you were there in the first place. The only thing you could think of now was how tall he was, standing there looming above you.
His frame was gigantic. Much bigger than you had realized. From a distance, it was easy to overlook his height, but the second he had started to move closer to you, the reality had caused you to shrink back in intimidation. You had tried to pass it off as an illusion based on how tall one of his ears was, but you knew this was false as soon as he was within three feet of you. He was much taller than you had expected in general, and that fact mixed with how he had determinedly walked toward you without stopping caused you to shiver.
His height, however, was not the true distraction that had caused your mind to originally go blank. What really drew your attention were his eyes. Those silver glowing orbs that seemed to stare directly into your soul. They had been staring at you all week while you sat in that chair, something that would end up becoming a favored memory later whenever you tried to sleep. But now, with him tilting his head downward to seemingly dissect every inch of you, you could feel the heat rising in your face as you looked at them.
They haunted you. Their piercing stare and alluring gaze. It was enough to make you weak just thinking about them. Though, really, you could have said the same thing about the rest of him in general. For some unexplainable reason, everything about him attracted you. His head, his hands, the way he moved, the way he breathed. This giant animatronic rabbit had pulled you in like a magnet, and this idea both scared you and made you curious.
William did not seem fazed by your stunned silence. If anything, his expression denoted more curiosity than anything. His eyes scanned over you; head slightly tilted as though in deep thought. You waited for him to make the first move.
A creaking sound filled the air as he suddenly decided to start leaning forward. You shrank back in response, your shoulders rising in paranoia over what he could possibly be planning on doing. But no sooner had your mind started racing over the possibilities, did William halt his movement once his face was directly in front of yours. Those eyes were ever so much closer than before now. They were like moons they were so large and inviting. You swallowed, feeling unable to break your gaze with them.
A few seconds passed of your strange stalemate. You didn’t move and neither did he. Eventually, however, you finally felt brave enough to risk a bit of movement. Hesitantly, you raised your right hand. Would he let you...?
Ever so slowly did you reach out to place your hand against his nose. At first, you kept your hand flat, just as a test to see what would happen once you made contact. But once you noticed that William was keeping very still despite the pressure, you decided to risk it further and curl your fingers forward so that your entire hand was now softly laid against his snout.
It was unexpectedly soft. You knew that the animatronics had fur, but you were certain it would feel like the cheap fake variety. He did not feel cheap. Matted, old, and decayed, yes, but cheap? Not in the slightest.
His head bucked up suddenly. The movement startled you, causing you to remove your hand from his nose quickly and clench your fingers to your palm. But you let the hand hover in place just inches from him, waiting to see his reaction before deciding what to do next.
“Keep going,” he whispered. You gasped slightly under your breath. You hadn’t expected him to speak. Nor had you expected the encouragement.
Slowly, you returned your hand to his fur. Your fingers dropped lower and you felt along the edges of his teeth.
Could he feel this?
Feeling motivated by his words, you decided to push a little at the edge between his top and bottom teeth. The lower jaw began to shift downward as your hand tentatively slipped into the crack. You paused once your fingers were about an inch in. Was this dangerous?
You glanced up at his eyes. They were staring down at your hand, watching, waiting. It did not make sense for you to feel reassured by this. It was entirely possible that he was merely waiting for you to fall into a trap where your hand would be severed entirely, but for some reason you felt compelled by his patience to push further.
Your fingers finally pressed gently into what you imagined to be his cheek. You hadn’t opened the rabbit jaw completely, so you were going off of feel rather than sight, but you were certain your assessment was correct. His skin felt clammy and cold. This made sense to you. He was, after all, a corpse.
Feeling exploratory, your fingers began to lightly sweep against his face, your mind busy trying to imagine what he looked like based on what you were feeling. However, as soon as your fingers brushed against his lips, something unexpected occurred.
He kissed them.
Shocked, your hand suddenly shot backward out of the rabbit jaw and you curled your arm to your chest in fright. The blood was rushing to your face like a burning wildfire and your heart began to pound.
His head tilted to the side. And the lower eyelids of the animatronic head lifted upward as he did so. You couldn’t see his face, yet the action made you feel as though he were smiling rather cheekily at you.
Then, he began to lean forward. You watched him like a hawk, feeling justified in your response of wanting to be suspicious, although admittedly you weren’t exactly moving out of his way.
He leaned until the nose of the rabbit touched yours. His eyes closed as he held the position for a moment, then he leaned back again, opening his eyes to look at you. It felt as though he were trying to reassure you.
You recognized the feeling within yourself at once that you had ached the moment he pulled away. It was clear what you wanted, even if you couldn’t admit it out loud.
William began to move again. This time, his hands lifted to gently cup your head. You froze, not wanting to pull away from his touch nor send any kind of message that he should stop what he was doing. His hands were bulky and rough, but the way he held his fingers against you was unexplainably kind. You found yourself leaning into the palm of his right hand, closing your eyes as you did so.
Why was he treating you this way?
You felt a close presence in front of you. Opening your eyes, you nearly startled again when you realized he had closed the gap between you. His face was mere inches from you now, staring down at you as though waiting for permission. You met his gaze for a moment, still feeling hesitant in your own inability to be vulnerable. But yet again his patience gave you courage. Slowly, you closed your eyes again and leaned forward.
Your lips met against the rabbit mask’s teeth. You held still, unsure of what to do. After a moment, nothing seemed to happen. It felt awkward, causing you to feel disheartened. How could you know if he felt that, anyway? Was the suit fused with his nervous system in a way that allowed him to feel that? What if you had just kissed an inanimate object? Was this stupid?
William must have felt your uncertainty. One hand slowly drifted behind your head as the other pulled back to slip the fingers into his own rabbit mask’s jaw. You couldn’t see what he did, but you heard a click before the lower jaw of the mask fell downward against his chest. He winced as it did so, a small grunt coming from the inside of the rabbit head as the jaw connected with the chest plate.
Your eyes were transfixed by the human within. At least, the part that you could see. His face was terribly discolored, and the sides of his head had pieces of metal striking through the skin. It looked incredibly painful. Far more painful than you had previously imagined it would feel like. His expression was neutral despite your worried thoughts. He appeared to be waiting for your next move.
You, however, were unsure of what to do. Despite his attempt at easing the next step, you still felt frightened by your own wishes. You were more terrified of losing your inhibitions than of the possibility of being mercilessly slaughtered by the man in front of you. The contradictory thoughts waged war in your mind.
“Do you want this?” he asked quietly. The fact that he had to ask at all felt embarrassing. And you must have been silent a long while for him to break the silence. But you were grateful that he asked regardless. It brought you back to reality, at the very least.
“I-I…” you started to say. Tears began to well up in your eyes. Why was it so hard to just say yes?
You were taking too long to answer. Your hesitance was sending a message you didn’t mean to send. Slowly, William removed his hand from the back of your head, and he sighed. A frown appeared on his face, and he lifted his other hand to close the jaw on the rabbit mask. He started to stand and turn, and that’s when you finally jumped forward to stop him.
“W-wait!” you cried out, scrambling to stand up and grab his forearms. “Wait…” You looked up at his face, not even bothering to hide your panicked expression. “Yes. Yes, I want this. Please don’t go.”
He stared down at you, waiting for enough time to pass to assure your seriousness. Once satisfied, he silently turned and leaned down until he was face to face with you once more. This time, however, he did not raise a hand to touch you. It was clear that it was your move next or nothing at all.
Spurned into moving quickly by your paranoia of regret, you raised both of your hands to cradle the rabbit head. Unable to meet his eye, you stared at the rabbit’s teeth.
“I’m sorry,” you said. “This is hard for me.”
He nodded.
“I want it,” you added. “I do.”
He continued to stare at you for another moment, then he lifted his hands to remove yours from his head. Then, once again, he lowered the rabbit’s bottom jaw, and he placed his hands at his side, waiting.
Prove it.
It was difficult. But it was now or never. Taking a deep breath, you raised your hands to tentatively place them against the tops of his shoulders. You leaned forward, tilting your face to avoid the top section of the rabbit mask. Your heart was beating wildly as you forced yourself to face your fear.
His lips were thin as you pressed yours against them. You could almost feel the outline of his teeth below the skin. But putting aside the reality of his undead existence, the feeling of putting your lips against his was like running warm water over your frozen scared heart. The relief that washed over you when you connected with him was immediate, and the sensation that followed was nothing short of enamored.
You held still against his lips for a long moment, wanting to savor the feeling. You tried to listen for any kind of sound as you stayed locked together. Now that you were this close to him, you could hear his ragged breathing. It sounded like each breath was a strain, though his body posture did not reflect any struggle. Briefly you wondered if you should have concern of his health if you were to… push further… but this thought was quickly disregarded once you remembered how fast he would move throughout the halls previously in the week.
Now feeling more comfortable, you lifted your hands from his shoulders to reach into the rabbit’s jaws and touch the sides of his head as best that you could. The metal piercing his skin made it so that you could not properly cradle his skull, but you were still able to interlock your fingers around his face in a loving manner. Once your hands had found a good resting place, you decided to test the waters and shifted your head, causing your lips to move against his. William seemed pleased with this action. So pleased, in fact, that he hurriedly wrapped his arms around you to pull you closer. Apparently, he had been holding back until you had proven your interest. Clearly, you had proven it well enough. He forced you to press into him, and the sudden intimate contact caused you to open your mouth to him.
Your heart skipped when he responded similarly, your ears picking up a miniscule grunt escaping him when he did so. The sound caused you to smile, though you refused to pull away from him in the process.
Feeling a bit more daring, you decided to tease him with your tongue, though barely. It was a quick dart of a movement, hardly noticeable. The cheekiness of it made you smile again. However, your smile disappeared into surprise when William responded by squeezing your ribs tighter and urging his tongue full force into your mouth. This time, it was your turn to unexpectedly squeak and you could feel a blush rushing to your face as he let out a small chortle.
Head pulling away quickly, you released from his lips. You stayed close enough to not send a message of disinterest, but it was clear his sudden increase in passion had startled you. This feeling passed almost immediately, however, especially as soon as you noticed that he was grinning. His expression of mischievous glee caused your lips to purse before they spread back into a warm smile.
He was playing.
Giggling slightly, you closed your eyes again and returned your mouth to his. Perhaps it was his gentle way of caring, or perhaps it was his patience, but regardless of the true reason, you could feel yourself getting calmer. Something about the way he smiled just then relieved any previous fears you had had. You trusted him now. He had proven that he cared.
William took this opportunity to push you backward. Staying connected both by lips and his arms, you let yourself be guided toward the wall until you were completely flat against the surface. He pressed into you. Not enough to feel crushed, but just enough for you to feel trapped. Curiously, the pressure did not cause you to fear being cornered. On the contrary, you wanted him to be this close to you. You had no intention of backing out now.
Your shared kiss began to escalate. While before it had been sweet pecks with the occasional intermixed tongue swipes, now it was forming into a fevered chase of who could move faster. In addition, you were starting to feel his hands explore further down your back. This sensation caused your body to curl forward, unintentionally brushing up against his pelvis. A deep hearty groan escaped him, then. Followed by a rapid motion of his fingers grabbing your ass. The action made your heart leap as well as making you curious about where your own hands could potentially go on him.
Letting your fingers drop from the sides of his face, you drifted your hands down across his chest plate and reached sideways. You were careful not to dip your fingers inside the holes of the suit as you did so. You weren’t exactly sure what would hurt him versus cause him pleasure. What was a good touch for him and what was a painful one?
Figuring you could try and pay attention to his responses as you explored, your hands slipped to his back. Your first instinct was to hug him, though this action did not match the intensity of what your mouths were doing. You broke the hug quickly, choosing instead to be daring once more. The tension was obviously building, he had just gripped your ass, and the way his tongue was sliding across yours was exciting. You wanted to reply to his fervor with an equal if not higher amount.
Hesitating only once, you mentally braced for the unknown as you slid your hands down past his back to the lower torso section of the rabbit suit. You hadn’t yet dared to reach around to the front, but you were happy to pause on his backside anyway, wishing to share how it had made you feel when he had done the same to you.
Your thoughts saddened, however, when you realized you still weren’t sure if he could feel what you were doing. He hadn’t seemed to react directly to your hand movements, he seemed to be busily pushing his lips as far as they could go into yours. What could you do to truly test if the suit had fused enough with his system to cause a touch sensation without asking him directly?
Your fingers twitched, seemingly knowing what had to be done. With a sharp intake of breath, you risked the most daring move of all for you so far, which was hastily sliding one hand to the front of the rabbit suit’s groin.
His reaction was immediate. Your cupped hand pressed against the area had caused him to open his mouth and pull back, just enough to let out a strong moan that appeared to have momentarily blinded his senses. You weren’t sure if this was proof that he could indeed feel the suit, or if this was purely a response to feeling the warmth of your hand from the inside, but either way, he clearly had reacted well.
Just as you were allowing yourself to feel a bit of pride over what you’d done, William interrupted your thoughts with a fierce return to awareness. His fingers dug into you tighter, his body pressed you further into the wall, and he thrusted into your hand, all the meanwhile practically growling as he attacked your mouth again. This time, however, his lips didn’t stay. They began to travel down the side of your face in a frenzied manner, his kisses dotting a line to your neck. A contented sigh breathed out of you as you tilted your head to the side in order to help him reach you easier. Once he had arrived in the middle, his kisses became harsher, until finally he seemed to be unable to stop himself from biting into your skin. The feeling caused you to gasp lightly and little shivers of pleasure rippled down your stomach. To let him know that you enjoyed what he was doing, you began to rub your hand against him, hoping against all hopes that he would be able to feel it.
He must have, for little noises erupted from him as he continued to go back and forth between kissing and biting your neck, his bites varying between sweet and rough. A few times he pushed himself into your hand, the movements bringing a delighted smile to your face. It was clear that he was enjoying himself, and you were glad for it.
Eventually, the teasing was too much for him, however. With a hissed growl, William suddenly crouched his legs in order to sweep you up off of the floor. Your eyes widened in surprise as you were lifted into the air. Instinctively, your legs moved to wrap around him, and your hands flew up to hold onto his neck.
There was only one place to go in that room: the desk. He sat you down on the edge of it, your hands automatically reaching behind you to move any items that were in your way. You did this blindly, not wanting to leave your lover’s gaze in front of you. William stepped forward and closed the gap between you, his hands pulling fervently against your hips to bring you into his crotch. For some reason, being in this position, clothed, while intimately sharing contact, caused you to blush. You stared up at him meekly, suddenly unsure of what to do next.
He seemed to sense your fear. Despite his obvious interest in pursuing you further, William paused, lifting his hands to cup your head instead of your hips. He did not leave the closed space between your legs, but he did look straight into your eyes with an expression that suggested that this was his way of asking for consent.
You hesitated, recognizing that this was another chance to back out if that was what you wanted. You stared at him for a long moment, your shoulders starting to shake in trepidation.
Then, you nodded. Slowly, at first, but then firmly. To further cement the approval, you raised your hands to curl around his.
“Yes,” you whispered. “Please.”
He nodded, then began to lean in toward your throat while his hands released from your head. Carefully, he greeted the neckline of your shirt with his lips, kissing the skin there softly. You smiled from the gentleness of it, your hands instinctively reaching up to cradle the rabbit head as you looked down at him.
His lips began to trail down the front of your chest. You leaned backward to help him reach you easier, unfortunately needing to let go of his head in order to do so. Then, suddenly, there was the feeling of your shirt being lifted. His fingers had curled under the fabric without you noticing and admittedly, the feeling caused you to jump. But you didn’t stop him, instead willing him go further. Soon, your shirt had been lifted entirely over your head, and your bare chest was now before him. You watched as he took a moment to gaze at you, your mind rather astonished that you weren’t feeling more embarrassed about the situation. But then you bit your lip and forgot all about being potentially shy as his head began to lower.
You could have cried when his mouth connected with your skin. His earlier kisses against your neck and lips had been lovely, of course, but something about this contact felt different. It felt raw, it felt instinctual. It felt as though you were now connecting with him on an animalistic level. The feeling was powerful, and your head fell back against the desk over it. Swiftly your hands grabbed at his head, urging him, pleading him, to keep going. You had never felt this way before.
He delivered well. His tongue playfully gliding against you, his mouth going back and forth between kissing, licking, and even the occasional sucking. You couldn’t help but let out a few pleasured sounds, your fingers curling around the rabbit ears in delight. His face began to travel across your torso slowly, practically eating you up the entire way with his mouth. Your legs curled up, unintentionally pulling him tighter into you.
Once again, the increased pressure of his crotch caused him to grunt, and this time he raised his head up in response. Sensing something different about this reaction, you lifted your head to meet his eyes. They were staring at you hungrily. The expression seemed intimidating, almost threatening. But the devilish smirk on his face betrayed his puckish intent. Just as you were considering asking him what he was thinking, a metal hand shot up to fiercely grip between your legs. You gasped, jumping slightly as you realized what he was doing. But he refused to give you a chance to catch up. Instead, his fingers began to dance against you, pressing with individual force upwards in an attempt to make you squirm. It was working, and soon you were whimpering, too embarrassed to look at his face. You closed your eyes immediately, turning your head to the side and putting a hand up to cover your mouth.
William reached with his other hand to pull your fingers away from hiding. He took hold of your chin and turned your head to look at him. But instead of forcing you to watch, he rather pushed his own head forward, deciding to allow you to continue “hiding”, but through being blocked by his own face. His lips pressed against yours sweetly, as though urging you to enjoy the moment freely, without fear.
Tears welled up in your eyes. The gesture was too kind for you to bear. Your trembling hands reached out to tenderly grasp what you could of his head inside the rabbit’s jaws and you let the tears fall without stopping them. You were grateful that the tears were silent.
His hand continued to rub against you, before slowly it inched further upward to curl around the fabric of your pants. It stayed still there, and, at the same time, he stopped his lips from moving. His entire body paused, his fingers just barely beneath the pant fabric.
You held still a moment. A feeling in your stomach caused a chill to run through you as you waited. This time, your hesitation did not come from considering stopping him, but rather from a momentary acknowledgement of the shared moment between you both. A pause to rest before more action.
You decided to encourage him silently by releasing your hands from his face in order to let them glide downward to your pants. You kept your eyes closed, hovering your mouth near his as you pushed your hands past his hand in order to undo the button and zipper from your own pants. Once they were opened, you took hold of his hand and guided it into place, pushing slightly in order to force his fingers to dip below the fabric of your underwear line. Then, you returned your hands to their previous placement, momentarily drawing a few circles into his skin before sucking in a bit of air.
William’s fingers began to push downward, crawling towards the bottom of your pelvis. Your stomach flipped wildly, butterflies fluttering as you felt him inch closer. You held back a whimper that seemed desperate to escape, your legs beginning to sub-consciously bend upward in response.
And then… what bliss! Your head rolled backward to hit the desk once again and you swore you could practically hear the dumb smile on his face. Oh, the feeling! His fingers massaged against you in ways that caused your back to curl upward. His head laid down sideways against your chest, then, forcing you to remove your hands from him. He was letting you fully embrace the moment as your own.
Your teeth met your bottom lip as you resisted yet another cry. You had no idea someone could make you feel this way with such seemingly simple movements. Either he had skill, or you were easy to please. Either way, you enjoyed it.
What came next was unexpected to you. Without much warning, William suddenly curled a finger and shot upward, entering your opening. You gasped, startling forward and gripping your hands onto the rabbit head. His finger slowly kept pushing deeper, and this action caused you to shudder in pleasure. William lifted his head after that, gazing at you with half-lidded eyes and a genuine smile. He looked pleased. Perhaps he was glad that you were enjoying his work.
You couldn’t handle him looking at you like that, however. You were overwhelmed with what he was doing to you. Moving your hands quickly, you pulled his face forward and kissed his lips. William returned the favor; all the while continuing to push and pull his finger inside of you.
Gripping his skin tightly, you noticed how your breathing was quickening. But it was also at this time that you realized how much of the work he was doing held hardly any reward for himself. This bothered you, and so despite the immeasurable waves of pleasure now flowing from your nether region, you managed to pull one hand away from his face to blindly grasp for the edge of his groin. If he noticed what you were doing, he didn’t say anything, too busy pleasuring you with his hand and lips.
Your fingers swept across the edge of the rabbit suit, vaguely wondering how dangerous it was to plunge your hand inside of it. How would you even know what you were reaching for? Would the metal parts of him block you from getting to him? What if you hurt him?
Deciding to play it safe, you shifted your hand to the front of the suit and began to rub your palm against him. He had obviously reacted before to this gesture, so you hoped that your intention would be clear yet again with this action.
You could feel his lips curl into a smile against your own. You weren’t sure if the smile was from pleasure or laughter at your attempt to match his passion, but regardless, he seemed to like it. His free hand reached up to cradle the back of your head and he forced you forward until you were sitting up. He released his mouth from you and backed away at the same time as pulling his finger out from your underwear. The sudden lack of filled space within you caused you to flinch.
Staring up at him, you watched as he gazed down at you in what you could only be described as a loving expression. It was tender, and thoughtful. The sight almost made you want to melt. But after a moment or two of getting lost in his eyes, you were suddenly aware of the fact that your hand, the one that had been previously vigorously rubbing against him, was now awkwardly hovering over his crotch, waiting. Your line of sight lowered to glance down at his stomach. Quietly, you reached out to delicately place your fingers at the edge of the suit’s lower torso. You let them curl on that edge, just barely sliding your palm against the flat of him as you did so. Your eyes flickered back up to meet his own. You hoped that your touch mixed with your expression was enough to make him understand what you were asking.
William did not move right away. He seemed busy analyzing your movements. Even his head tilted when you experimentally pushed your fingers slightly further into the suit. Was he waiting for you to go further? Or was he unsure himself of what that area of his body was like after fusing with the suit? Suddenly you wondered if it was possible that there was more to his body that had been lost than you realized.
But no sooner had you thought this, did his hands reach down to move yours out of the way. Patiently, you watched him as he skillfully clicked and switched various minor parts of the suit. You weren’t even sure what exactly he did to release the mechanism. Soon, however, the plating covering his underside fell away and he let it drop to the floor without care. You couldn’t help but stare. Perhaps it was because of the fact that the lower torso of the suit did not have much deterioration compared to the edge of it, but surprisingly his body within the cage seemed fairly intact. Discolored, yes, and strangely sickly looking if you were being completely honest, but full and useable, at least compared to the rest of him.
Your thoughts were interrupted as he lowered his hands to pull down on your underwear and pants. You hesitated at first, aware then of the final step of exposing yourself to him. He waited patiently as your thoughts flooded with various reasons to stop yourself from making this choice. However, the concern must have shown on your face, because he lifted one hand to your chin and tilted your head up to shake your thoughts. His eyes looked so incredibly assuring in that moment. You knew there was no way you wanted to stop now.
Your face must have expressed this choice, because William stepped forward then, moving his hands to slide in between your arms. He gripped your backside to pull you toward him and the cold contact with his skin was thrilling. You experimentally tried to rock against him, though it was difficult in this position. He must have felt the same instinct, for his legs bent forward in an attempt to do the same.
“Mmmm…” he breathed as he leaned in to pull you closer with his hands. His head pushed forward to connect with your lips and he sighed into you, pushing the flat of his cock against the outside of your vagina. “Let me take you…”
The pressure was nearly too much. You sharply inhaled against his mouth and a shiver ran through your shoulders. “Yes…” you whispered into his lips. “Will, please…”
One of his metal hands reached down to grip himself before pointing its head at your opening. In seconds, you were shuddering as he pushed himself in and both of you shared an inhale of breath as he continued to slide as deep as he could go. Your mouth hung open in paralyzed emotion as William began to slowly pull himself back and forth. The insides of your walls seemed to pulse with pleasure against his form.
“G-god,” you said aloud, your arms wrapping up around his neck as you buried your head into his throat. “T-take me.”
“Aheh…”
His movements increased in speed. Moving his hands to the sides of your hips, William began to thrust into you with passionate rhythm. He grunted as he did so, the fervor of his motions getting the best of him. Meanwhile, you were overwhelmed with feeling. Your head had lazily drooped against him, your mind trying desperately to process the incredible burst of intensity that was flowing from where he was connected with you. You began to let out little noises of pleasure, your hands gripping his shoulders.
“That’s it, enjoy it,” he said, encouraging your display of allowing the feeling to overcome you.
William butted his head against yours to force your face to look up at him. His mouth shot forward to kiss you intensely. The action caused you to bite his lip, though it was loving.
His hands pushed your hips down, then, causing the angle of his thrusts to shift. The change in direction caused you to gasp and instinctively your arms wrapped around his middle, your fingers scrambling for anywhere on his back that would let you grip.
It was at this point that William’s thrusts escalated even more. His plunges were fierce, and the feeling sent stars to your mind. His back curled forward and his actions felt almost desperate to touch every part of you. To explore every piece of you, every inch. He was like an animal blinded by passion, each thrust becoming more and more violent with time. The intense emotion was too much for either of you to stay connected by kiss. Each of you let your mouths gape open in heavy breathing, both trying to concentrate on the building pressure within. Your nails dug into him then, clawing deep into the fabric of the back of the suit. William responded to this by grunting painfully, his teeth gritting against the sharp scratch. Had you been able to properly focus, you might have realized that this moment was final proof that he had indeed been able to feel every touch that you had given him before on the suit.
The pressure was nearly about to explode. Your face was buried into his shoulder, sweat forming on the back of your neck. Your fingers were still clutching his back in desperation and William’s thrusts were not showing any signs of stopping.
“Will—!” you blurted suddenly, unable to contain yourself. You could hear his haggard breaths in your ear as he clung to you. Then, suddenly, the pressure shifted, and it was all you could do not to scream. The throbbing within you climbed until it burst, and your arms squeezed against him as the feeling of his thrusts sent you over the edge.
William let out a small laugh in response, clearly pleased that he had successfully gotten you off. Though his humor left quickly when suddenly he himself was starting to build to eruption. His teeth grit again, and little growls of anger hissed out from him as he pounded against you. His arms gripped tighter around you, almost crushing you, then he shuddered when one particularly deep thrust caused him to release.
He collapsed against you, then, your body falling backward to land on the desk. You had enough awareness to not let your head bang against the metal, but it wouldn’t have bothered you if it had. You were far too caught up in the moment to care about anything else.
Both of you were breathing harshly, as though there weren’t enough oxygen in the air to fill your lungs. Mindlessly, you brought your hands up to rest them against the rabbit head. Vaguely you wondered if perhaps you had permanently left scars down the back of the suit from your nails, though even if you had, you were sure it would not look out of place compared to the rest of him.
William lay exhausted on top you, his head resting to the side and his entire chest inhaling and exhaling as best he could. You closed your eyes, wanting to take in the feeling of still being connected to him. Even without moving, the feeling of him filling your space was perfect.
Finally, with one sharp inhale, William raised his head and shifted himself to sit up onto his elbows. Sighing, he pulled himself out of you before gazing down at you in contentment. A smile spread across his lips, an expression you matched back at him. A warm feeling spread through you then, flowing upwards throughout your entire body.
You lifted your hands to pull at his face, forcing him to come closer. Your lips sweetly left him a single kiss before you whispered to him.
“I love you.”
If your eyes hadn’t been closed, you would have seen his smile spread into a grin. But there was no need to see this gesture. You could feel it, especially when his arms swept under you to embrace you tightly against the desk. He returned the single kiss before burying his head into the side of your face.
“And I with you,” he whispered.
You both stayed embraced for hours.