FOX
Pinned down, Fox's senses flood with every bit of Kiada he can take, the Ancient already overstimulated and overwhelmed even without the press of her fingernails and prick of her teeth against his skin. "Gods--" he bites out as she shifts back, his hips moving of their own volition, his hands greedily gripping her hips as if to help her ride him.
The pleasure raking up the back of his thighs is enough to hitch his breath in his chest, and while Fox would like to pay her more attention - all the attention in the world, if he could - it's a regrettable fact that he simply doesn't have control over himself in the moment. Head tipping back as she tugs at his hair, the hunter is barely holding on as it is, and it's taking all his willpower not to throw himself off the bed with Kiada in his arms to take her up against the walls.
Maybe another time, though - who knows?
The pleasure raking up the back of his thighs is enough to hitch his breath in his chest, and while Fox would like to pay her more attention - all the attention in the world, if he could - it's a regrettable fact that he simply doesn't have control over himself in the moment. Head tipping back as she tugs at his hair, the hunter is barely holding on as it is, and it's taking all his willpower not to throw himself off the bed with Kiada in his arms to take her up against the walls.
Maybe another time, though - who knows?
astra inclinant, sed non obligant
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
