It's a feeling we always chase

SUNJATA

the flood

anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself

She settles, body laying along his to where he can feel her chest against him with each rise and fall of his breath. And while that might be distracting, it wasn’t too distracting, not with how she moves her hips against him. And he gives her all the attention he can, kissing and nipping and biting along her neck — soft kisses to take the hurt away.

And his own hips move against her as well, shifting enough to press himself against her clit and then gone again, slow luxurious strokes to try and get more sounds from her. More than just the whimpers, however delightful they may be. He wants her throbbing with want, just as he is, wet and ready to take all of him. But just like her, he wants to play a small amount too.

So when she speaks, he pulls back from her a small amount, nose brushing by her cheek as he withdraws with that hidden smirk along his face, rolling his hips to stroke along her again in taunting slowness. “How bad?” He hums to her breathlessly, dragging his clawed fingertips down her sides to her hips, curling and stroking toward her ass to help her roll against him.

and you don't want no help, oh well
that's the story to tell