some things in life are undeniable

Koa

Don't take this the wrong way
You knew who I was with every step that I ran to you

Soh presses against him and Koa presses back, closing the distance between their bodies as effortlessly as he had their lips. He drinks of her deeply, tasting, devouring, his hand sliding down from her face to caress her neck, her back, her waist. She tastes exactly the way he remembers and like something entirely new, and wants all of it, to consume and be consumed.

Taking a step and then another, Koa shepherds Soh until her back is to the cool wooden door, his left arm raised to keep them steady as they fall into each other in a way they never have before. Deprived of sense and self-restraint, Koa is a creature of instinct and desire: considerate in his ardor, passionate in his need.

And maybe she isn't ready to climb him like a tree unbidden, but Sohalia is no longer in command, and fuck does he want to be climbed. Koa's hand reaches for her thigh, pulling her up and closer to him, the places where their bodies meet aglow with pleasure and want. He presses against her, his lips a grin as he groans her name - "Sohalia," - softly between their mouths, a plea and a promise that if she lets him, he'll make her see the stars.

Only blue or black days
Electing strange perfections in any stranger I choose