[SE] Um, what?

Koa

You keep telling me to live right

"And here I thought you enjoyed my tongue," the Dragoon purrs against her, letting said muscle press ever so gently into the hollow behind Flora's ear. It tastes of salt and her perfume, and as always Koa feels his control slipping, stripped away by the animal magnetism that draws him endlessly back to her embrace, makes him ache to be the reason she smiles and laughs and moans. Young and eager, it takes so little for Koa to lose himself; and close as she is, it's quite unlikely Flora will miss the press of his desire, obvious by the bulge in his jeans.

It's probably for the best, then, that Flora pulls away, even if that miniscule absence has Koa aching with the loss. The flush on his cheeks echoes hers, though darker skin makes it harder to see; an inherent advantage the Dragoon cannot maintain thanks to his goofy, enamored grin. "So impatient!" Any attempts to hide his feelings is futile - adoration and cocky self-satisfaction shine openly across his face. "Soon," he promises, dipping his head down to press a kiss on her forehead.

"But for right now..." Another one lands on the bridge of her nose "...I think what you need..." A third brushes over her cheek. "...is to cool off!"

And he drops, laughing, his arms around her legs, ready to throw her over his shoulder and head toward the sea.

You don't gotta pretend, baby, now and then