Hotaru leans back in a little arch over Sunjata's arm at her hips when Danta pulls away, her lips already flush from attention and eyes shadowed enough to gleam voraciously in what little light the room has. It's a compliment to Danta's everything that even the sight of Sunjata's mouth at the Maverick's neck in her peripheral is not enough to pull her eyes away from his. And if her body arches toward his hands, seeking touch before her mind catches up to the promises his tongue implies, then it only draws them ever closer.
It doesn't last, and oh she might not, either, with the way Danta's mouth trails fire up her thigh. Hotaru has to steady herself with one hand on Sunjata's shoulder, but the other immediately descends to thread through Danta's perfectly styled hair as her leg obligingly curls over his shoulder. [say]"Fuck,"[/say] she breathes, all charm and sentiments such as if I'd known you looked so good on your knees vanishing beneath the touch of his lips. Too short to accomplish it all herself, she pulls at Sunjata with the hand on his shoulder, mouth already parted and wanting, intent on feeding him every sound she's sure Danta will pry from her.
It doesn't last, and oh she might not, either, with the way Danta's mouth trails fire up her thigh. Hotaru has to steady herself with one hand on Sunjata's shoulder, but the other immediately descends to thread through Danta's perfectly styled hair as her leg obligingly curls over his shoulder. [say]"Fuck,"[/say] she breathes, all charm and sentiments such as if I'd known you looked so good on your knees vanishing beneath the touch of his lips. Too short to accomplish it all herself, she pulls at Sunjata with the hand on his shoulder, mouth already parted and wanting, intent on feeding him every sound she's sure Danta will pry from her.
