you should know, that i'm a ticking time bomb
and you're getting close
He does know this dance better than she does – has experienced both sides of it more than she has, tested and tried, found the things he likes and the things he doesn’t… And this time, he wants to take his time with her, to savor her, to love her in the best way that he knows how. So his lips find her neck and her head tilts back and he can feel her hair against the back of his hand, his fingers, featherlight and gentle as they dance along his skin.
But he pulls her near, and she hitches a breath against the buckle, and he smiles against her skin. His head tilts a bit more, brushing the stubble of his jaw against her shoulder as he plants more kisses, more gentle bites to savor and caress her as she explores along his own scarred skin, the muscles along his back, the muscles of his ass. And all he can offer her is a growl of approval, pushing back against her again – pulling her close and pushing her down all the same.
His hips get closer to hers, still blocked by the fabric of his pants, held tight by the pressure of his belt, but he lets her decide how to go about it — lets her be the one to remove the barricade, while his hand drifts from the straps he’s pulled down to the curves of her breasts, both hands reaching forward to cup, caress, play. All the same and yet still so different.
But he pulls her near, and she hitches a breath against the buckle, and he smiles against her skin. His head tilts a bit more, brushing the stubble of his jaw against her shoulder as he plants more kisses, more gentle bites to savor and caress her as she explores along his own scarred skin, the muscles along his back, the muscles of his ass. And all he can offer her is a growl of approval, pushing back against her again – pulling her close and pushing her down all the same.
His hips get closer to hers, still blocked by the fabric of his pants, held tight by the pressure of his belt, but he lets her decide how to go about it — lets her be the one to remove the barricade, while his hand drifts from the straps he’s pulled down to the curves of her breasts, both hands reaching forward to cup, caress, play. All the same and yet still so different.
so better watch your step, because i'm about to blow
and where the pieces land i guess we'll never know
SuNJATA
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
