the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe

you should know, that i'm a ticking time bomb

and you're getting close

A flush overcomes his body then, creeping up from over his shoulders to the back of his neck, to the edges of his cheeks. She has him, in both body and soul right now, every bad part and every good part burning and thriving beneath her tongue, beneath her touch. And he trembles from the way she presses her flattened tongue against him, stroking and playing as he had done for her, shuddering and twitching when she reaches the tip. And again when she does it all over again.

He’s burning and with each stroke of her tongue and hand it has him groaning, unhindered by her lips or her skin to block him out. No, the sounds that color his voice are only for her — vibrant and deep and husky with the way she brings them out of him.

And when she stops, his fingers clutch the wood of the table a bit harder, claws piercing through the wood and splintering it ever so slightly. And he manages to ground himself enough to tilt his head back up, to look down at her with a glaze to his steel gaze, to see the flush of her pale skin and the way she kneels before him as if she’s reciting a prayer. She’s stunning, and this is a view he could see forever — her before him.

And a feline smirk crosses his face, hips shifting in an attempt to get her to commit, but he can’t get over the view of her — caught in between wanting to see her take him in her mouth, between those swollen lips and driving him wild, or simply watching and waiting in anticipation. His cock twitches with waiting, and there’s the faint hint of a whine that slips from his throat — wanting to watch her make her move. “You are beautiful.” He whispers.

so better watch your step, because i'm about to blow

and where the pieces land i guess we'll never know

SuNJATA