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

Any lingering doubts are quickly quelled by the way she returns the kiss, washing off his body like sand pulled out by the tide. He meets her abandon with his own, lips tracking over the line of her jaw, down her neck, behind her ear. Which isn't to say he abandons her mouth: the calloused pad of his thumb brushes over it, tugging gently at the pert lower lip as his mouth falls to her clavicle.

Koa's shorts are doing very little to hide the erection growing within. Now that he's permitting himself to have her, Koa wants every piece of Soh, to worship and devour and relish and adore her, to find the places that make her mewl and the ones that make her scream. Shoving off the wooden door, Koa takes Soh's weigh entirely in his arms, trusting her to keep herself hitched safely on his hips as he pivots, carrying them deeper in toward the waiting, plush couch.

He deposits her onto her back and pauses, gazing down with hooded eyes that rake across her like coals. He drinks it all: the bare, pale legs, the disheveled hair, the halter top that only barely contains the swell of her perfect breasts. "Fuck, you're beautiful." Lowering himself onto his knees above her, Koa again claims Sohalia's lips. His left hand tugs greedily at the strings of her shirt; his right grabs her thigh and trails cheekily upward, toward the magnetic, waiting warmth that draws him like a siren's call.

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