Pierce
The low chuckle escapes him as she prods his chest, a knowing look flickering in the blues of his eyes, burning in both violet delight and that of such a human means, he almost shies away from it. But he doesn’t, not with the way he pulls her close as if desiring more, the haze of the post bliss sparking more fire within his bones, allowing it to rest gently in his chest. “Yeah? Might be able to manage that.” He purrs playfully, briefly, before the kiss that he claims.
Like a conquest only he’s managed to steal, to win. A prize, a trophy that scribes his name. It deepens and he presses further against her, keeping her locked in a tight hold of contentness against the bar until he can feel her twitch and tremble with her lungs as they ache and burn. And taking some amount of concession with her, the brawler withdraws, panting softly as he threads his fingers through her dark strands of hair. “C’mon, lets get out of here, huh?” Comes the suggestion, as if he might want to treat her to a more private, intimate affair.
Like a conquest only he’s managed to steal, to win. A prize, a trophy that scribes his name. It deepens and he presses further against her, keeping her locked in a tight hold of contentness against the bar until he can feel her twitch and tremble with her lungs as they ache and burn. And taking some amount of concession with her, the brawler withdraws, panting softly as he threads his fingers through her dark strands of hair. “C’mon, lets get out of here, huh?” Comes the suggestion, as if he might want to treat her to a more private, intimate affair.
