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

She withdraws enough that he can focus again, and his breath feels ragged as it enters his lungs, but at least he can focus on her again. The storms light up when her hand travels on herself, burning and burning, and he breathlessly growls his approval for her to continue if she so desired. He figures if she’s going to pleasure him so well she at least deserves to join in, and perhaps it would only remove any hindrances she has if she delves into it fully.

But his hand is still in her hair, and he shifts a small amount when her lips run along him again, this time with a bit more teeth — he trembles, but he knows they’re not Ascended bites, knows they won’t blind him if she bites down, and that it’d likely hurt with too much pressure and douse the fire she’s so well crafted.

When she begins to bite down, he shivers with a growl, but then the pressure grows too much and he finds himself pulling at her hair to keep her from biting down too fully, to keep the flame before pain replaces it. “Too much.” A huff of some part amusement and lust fired haze has him saying, cut short by just the ability to say a few words at a time. So he releases the hand in her hair, hoping she doesn’t test it again, gaze predatory and dark with need finding hers as his hand slips to her neck and collarbones, scraping those dull claws along her skin and leaving small red marks in their wake.

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

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

SuNJATA