// Start a tiny riot //
She will be his demise. He's never been more certain of it than now, the temptation of her as endless as the sea. Each carefully placed connection of skin, every curve delightfully displayed, the hum of her words between the curl of her lips—it's all a design for his undoing.
Her idle monitoring does not go unnoticed. One 'brow lifts in silent question, one he's about to put voice to, but she beats him to it with something too sweet to match that canary-eating grin she hasn't relented. "Flo—" Her name catches in his chest, strangled with warning and want alike, although only one wins out in the end when her hand coasts against his erection. A groan breaks free as he arches into the feel, utterly weak-kneed beneath the unhurried grasp.
He turns his face toward her, eyes glazed with the arousal she's coaxed back effortlessly. He leans into her, utterly snared by her, one hand cupping her cheek with more force than before as he struggles for composure that's already slipping like an untied anchor. "This just means I'll have to get even," he threatens with a rasp, his hips twitching into her palm. His other hand grasps her waist with a strong press, holding her to him like he can't manage if she's too distant.
Her idle monitoring does not go unnoticed. One 'brow lifts in silent question, one he's about to put voice to, but she beats him to it with something too sweet to match that canary-eating grin she hasn't relented. "Flo—" Her name catches in his chest, strangled with warning and want alike, although only one wins out in the end when her hand coasts against his erection. A groan breaks free as he arches into the feel, utterly weak-kneed beneath the unhurried grasp.
He turns his face toward her, eyes glazed with the arousal she's coaxed back effortlessly. He leans into her, utterly snared by her, one hand cupping her cheek with more force than before as he struggles for composure that's already slipping like an untied anchor. "This just means I'll have to get even," he threatens with a rasp, his hips twitching into her palm. His other hand grasps her waist with a strong press, holding her to him like he can't manage if she's too distant.
Kaisel
// Stop being so goddamn quiet //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
