It's a feeling we always chase

SUNJATA

the flood

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

Part of him wishes he had Ascended fangs too – but alas, this would have to do. And it seems as though it’s nearly good enough, pair that with the way he presses himself against her and her spine arches, hips pressing against his cock harder, her fingers tangling in the dark curls of his hair. And he continues their idle lazy strokes, amused immensely by the way she nearly sings her pleasure to him. It was exactly what he wanted, head tilting up a small amount against her hands that tangle, hands finding her ass and dragging along her hips.

“Mmh, good.” He growls to her, her arms tightening, body sliding against his in such a way that he can feel every inch of her movement. And when she begins to grind herself against him – all of him, he nearly purrs with the electricity it sparks within him. But he can’t give into her just yet, even as she bites and latches onto his neck, over his collarbone that elicits a quiet resounding groan from his throat.

He uses the leverage he has to help her slide against him, to feel the way her breasts drag against his chest, the way he continues the slight bounce and stroke of his cock against her folds, pressing harder against her clit to try and get her to go wild with her desire. He wonders if she craves the absence of him inside her, knowing he craves being there just as much. But for right now? He wonders how close to the edge he can get her, wondering if perhaps he can drive her right toward it in time for him to delve into his own wishes and feel her collapse around him again.

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