Kaisel
Haters on my back like a backpack
Gods, if he ever wondered how far he could be pushed, this might be it. He'd thought he'd hit that wall with Flora time and time again, but Charlie takes it the extra mile, and then another half. On a different night perhaps he would have already crumbled to her wiles, his willpower only so strong when it's being worked by such willing hands. Chat would like to believe this to be the case, and she certainly checks enough of his boxes for it to be plausible. Despite what Chat thinks though, Kaisel doesn't run around with an erect penis to every blonde on sight. This particular night he's especially limp, because not only does he have his mission to complete Frey's challenges, but all the chaos of Flora's words still spin in the back of his head, like pieces of a puzzle that got jumbled after someone flipped a table. It's only because of Charlie he's even managed a laugh after it all, more out of disbelief than anything light-hearted enough to last.
That's not to say he isn't grateful for her pop though, because falling onto his ass helps beat back the chub that's trying to rise to her naked warmth like it's being called. The leash of his pants is enough to hold it back, and the floor is like a stern shout that sends the worm whimpering back.
It might return once he's stradling a dragon though, and to be fair, who wouldn't be erect for that?
An "oof," chokes out of his chest as they land on the floor, his hands sprawling to either side of him for support. The pen rolls away while he slaps the pad of paper down, the sketched outline of all her curves no match against the ones spilling across the floor in a fit of giggles. He braces one of his hands against the side of his head, half wondering if he's actually come down with a fever and this is just a really bizarre dream. "Of that I have no doubt," he assures her, offering a lazy grin. Maybe the belief will keep her from feeling the need to display more of them.
Rising to his feet with far less elegance than her, he takes her hand after only the briefest pause, where he considers for just a moment how wise this decision actually is. That moment swiftly passes thought with a loud fuck it as he reaches to hook his fingers in hers. "Lead the way!"
That's not to say he isn't grateful for her pop though, because falling onto his ass helps beat back the chub that's trying to rise to her naked warmth like it's being called. The leash of his pants is enough to hold it back, and the floor is like a stern shout that sends the worm whimpering back.
It might return once he's stradling a dragon though, and to be fair, who wouldn't be erect for that?
An "oof," chokes out of his chest as they land on the floor, his hands sprawling to either side of him for support. The pen rolls away while he slaps the pad of paper down, the sketched outline of all her curves no match against the ones spilling across the floor in a fit of giggles. He braces one of his hands against the side of his head, half wondering if he's actually come down with a fever and this is just a really bizarre dream. "Of that I have no doubt," he assures her, offering a lazy grin. Maybe the belief will keep her from feeling the need to display more of them.
Rising to his feet with far less elegance than her, he takes her hand after only the briefest pause, where he considers for just a moment how wise this decision actually is. That moment swiftly passes thought with a loud fuck it as he reaches to hook his fingers in hers. "Lead the way!"
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
