when the world turns upside down, you should blame it on me
She could take everything, could do everything in her power to leave him aching and craving more and more, and in a way — she does. How bold she’s grown in these recent figurative sheets, and how he plans on stepping away — stepping back. He shudders under the thought, the way she grinds against him, bounces with his hips that seek out that spot of hers again and again. A growl of a whine leaves his throat for her as she moves and he abandons the space his hand had held at her chest.
She lays against him, and his hand travels to join the other at her hips and ass, helping to keep her there, to push down and press himself up further. He’s tougher now, and he wonders briefly if thumbprints might be found on her hips in the morning, among the others along her neck.
But she has him burning with the way she slides against him, and he pushes back against her a small amount, lips finding hers as he pants his breaths through his nose, hoping to swallow and drown her moans with his own colored sounds as he brings himself closer and closer toward that edge, toeing it before his pace slows a small fraction, to prolong it out, to guide her hips with his hands and slowly raise her and lower her along him so they both can feel every tense second.
She lays against him, and his hand travels to join the other at her hips and ass, helping to keep her there, to push down and press himself up further. He’s tougher now, and he wonders briefly if thumbprints might be found on her hips in the morning, among the others along her neck.
But she has him burning with the way she slides against him, and he pushes back against her a small amount, lips finding hers as he pants his breaths through his nose, hoping to swallow and drown her moans with his own colored sounds as he brings himself closer and closer toward that edge, toeing it before his pace slows a small fraction, to prolong it out, to guide her hips with his hands and slowly raise her and lower her along him so they both can feel every tense second.
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.
