this is drowning

your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand

With soft moans of frustration as they're forced to part long enough to rid Jack of his sweatpants, Flora takes advantage of the moment to tug his shirt over her head, revealing her own constellation of bruises.

Pressing her mouth against his, Flora gasps sharply against his lips as she feels the head of his cock press against her. It has her mouth watering with want, her lips momentarily stiffening into a silent snarl as the entirety of her consciousness is focused on the press of him between her thighs. Having curled one hand into his hair and braced the other against the wall, Jack will no doubt feel the tremble in her fingers as a carnal blush coats her thoughts, desperately wanting him inside of her. Having expected a flare of pain as he sank her hips down against him, the whimper that escapes Flora's lips is saturated in pleasure and weighty with don't say it don't say it don't say it affection. Her pleasure is his pleasure, but even so, he hadn't needed to be so gentle if he didn't want to.

"—fuck." She cries, the word already made ragged by desire. Not trusting herself, Flora pressed her lips hungrily against Jack's as her hips began to roll against his. Unlike where Koa others were concerned, so long as her lips were busy she was in the clear, but with Jack Flora had to safeguard her thoughts as well. So it was that the captain would feel the queen's mind pinballing from sensation to sensation, fixating on the feel of his cock inside of her, the press of his fingertips, the velvet of his tongue with an unrelenting zeal that spoke of a very particular kind of madness.