// Got something inside, don't hide it, like dynamite ignitin' //
The way she says baby does something to him. Even if it's not just for him, even if it doesn't mean anything special, it lands somewhere that could belong to him. His hand flexes firmer on her leg at the sound of it, sliding higher up the span of her thigh like he just might not be able to stop himself if she breaths out another one of those damn nothings. "Jaguar, huh?" Explains a lot, honestly. "Guess I better not piss you off then," he smirks, all too aware that her claws could reveal themselves if he manages to do so. Hell, they might come out one way or another tonight.
Her laughter maintains a steady, lopsided smile on his face, and though it's a clear indicator of his failure, he'd take that bright sound over most anything else. When she twists and leans in to give him the answer, he's even more delighted that he didn't manage to guess correctly, not when he can have the heat of her lap radiating against him, the drift of her lips along the edge of his ear dripping her secret like honey. His fingers twitch, coasting along the new slope of her, but it's short-lived as her revelation sets every part of him into stillness.
She leans back, and as if tethered by something unseen, his head follows her movement, mouth slightly ajar. "What!?" he blurts, eyes wide. "Like, the actual star stars?" he gestures vaguely towards the sky, unable to pull his eyes from her now. Not really waiting for an answer, his smile breaks like a sunbeam. A laugh slips through it, disbelieving and full of awe. "That's so awesome. No wonder you're so fucking hot—you're literally heaven-sent." (And yeah, her mom’s hot too, so… checks out.)
Still not sure how she expected him to guess that, he doesn't much care anymore, not when she's wearing that playful smile, not when he can still smell her from when she pulled in close to him. Fuck the burger, he wants something better. Each hand finds a place along one of her thighs, sweeping down to her knees. "So, you're telling me..." he says, tone dipping low as he tugs—quick, certain—and hauls her onto his seat, onto him. "That I get to taste the stars?" His voice is rough now, rich with the kind of want that’s been coiling in him since the moment he laid eyes on her. He brands her with it as his mouth presses into the curve of her neck, the contact a sigh of relief inside him.
Her laughter maintains a steady, lopsided smile on his face, and though it's a clear indicator of his failure, he'd take that bright sound over most anything else. When she twists and leans in to give him the answer, he's even more delighted that he didn't manage to guess correctly, not when he can have the heat of her lap radiating against him, the drift of her lips along the edge of his ear dripping her secret like honey. His fingers twitch, coasting along the new slope of her, but it's short-lived as her revelation sets every part of him into stillness.
She leans back, and as if tethered by something unseen, his head follows her movement, mouth slightly ajar. "What!?" he blurts, eyes wide. "Like, the actual star stars?" he gestures vaguely towards the sky, unable to pull his eyes from her now. Not really waiting for an answer, his smile breaks like a sunbeam. A laugh slips through it, disbelieving and full of awe. "That's so awesome. No wonder you're so fucking hot—you're literally heaven-sent." (And yeah, her mom’s hot too, so… checks out.)
Still not sure how she expected him to guess that, he doesn't much care anymore, not when she's wearing that playful smile, not when he can still smell her from when she pulled in close to him. Fuck the burger, he wants something better. Each hand finds a place along one of her thighs, sweeping down to her knees. "So, you're telling me..." he says, tone dipping low as he tugs—quick, certain—and hauls her onto his seat, onto him. "That I get to taste the stars?" His voice is rough now, rich with the kind of want that’s been coiling in him since the moment he laid eyes on her. He brands her with it as his mouth presses into the curve of her neck, the contact a sigh of relief inside him.
Kaisel
// Take the music, learn to use it, turn it up 'til your speakers blow fuses //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
