The approval has not only relief and joy spreading across the aviator's face, but lust as well. With cheeks flushed a deep garnet and blue eyes grower ever darker with arousal, Ever found himself chuckling under his breath as he added more pressure and depth with his fingers, his eyes never leaving Thorn's face. [say]"It's...it's the strangest thing."[/say] He whispers, voice almost reverant as he dips his head and presses a kiss against the courtesan's shoulder and then collarbone. [say]"Like I want to be so soft and gentle with you...but at the same time...not?"[/say] Like Thorn was this lush and delicate plant that part of him wanted to carefully water and tend to, while another part wanted to tear through his leaves with his claws and teeth. Looking up, his smile crooked, the aviator gives his head a little shake, noticing just how uncomfortably caged his own erection was presently feeling, before ignoring it and focusing the entirety of his attention on Thorn.
[say]"If only I had another hand."[/say] He laughs, glancing down the length of their bodies towards where Thorn's own cock was being thoroughly ignored save for the way their hips pressed together.
[say]"If only I had another hand."[/say] He laughs, glancing down the length of their bodies towards where Thorn's own cock was being thoroughly ignored save for the way their hips pressed together.
