EVEREST
Later on, perhaps, Everest will come to realize that this was the feeling Dantalion was trying to explain to him back in the Dusklight when he'd spoken of urgency and the excitement borne from not being caught. Whereas before the aviator had understood it as a needless set of obligations that only made him feel mildly pressured into performing, now the knowledge that their combined pleasure rested in a race of their own making had him coming entirely undone with a sort of accelerated arousal he'd never known before.
With his fingertips grasping against Isla's lower back and the heel of his other hand pressed against the stone, the aviator lost himself in the thrusting of his hips and the burn of his muscles as his mind blurred the edges of where he ended and Isla began. Even when he parted from her the warmth of the springs muddled his senses such that it felt as though she was still all around him, and with his eyes pressed shut the illusion felt real. Too real.
"Gods Isla, I'm so close—" Ever murmurs, his eyes snapping open before frantically searching over the Remedy's shoulder for something which might distract his mind. Tension roared up the backs of his legs and his thighs, the burn of which had his fingers trembling as he clawed at the stone to try and keep himself from the brink until they could go over together.
With his fingertips grasping against Isla's lower back and the heel of his other hand pressed against the stone, the aviator lost himself in the thrusting of his hips and the burn of his muscles as his mind blurred the edges of where he ended and Isla began. Even when he parted from her the warmth of the springs muddled his senses such that it felt as though she was still all around him, and with his eyes pressed shut the illusion felt real. Too real.
"Gods Isla, I'm so close—" Ever murmurs, his eyes snapping open before frantically searching over the Remedy's shoulder for something which might distract his mind. Tension roared up the backs of his legs and his thighs, the burn of which had his fingers trembling as he clawed at the stone to try and keep himself from the brink until they could go over together.
They say the odds are stacked against us, babe
We're a cactus waiting for our desert rain
We're a cactus waiting for our desert rain
