Honey wherever you go, I know
Every small flex of her thighs, trembling with the result of his attention, is one that he hunts down. Each broken cry that escapes her feeds him, like this alone could sustain him for days. Her hands clutch at him, thread amid his hair, anchoring herself like she’ll be swept away otherwise—and maybe she will, because he’s not letting up until she's pulled under with her release. He pins her tighter to the tile, shoulders braced wide beneath her legs, pressing her open so he can serve every inch of her. It's a prayer of devotion whispered just for her with every flick of his tongue and pass of his thumb.
Around them water gathers in streams, dripping from their corners, pooling where they connect. It lends more heat to all the ways he's already burning, the steam that's rising as likely to be rolling off their skin as the showerhead. Fuck he wants her. The strain in his pants throbs with a fresh ache for every panted breath she delivers. His name, gods his name cracking through her like that is sublime. The sound drives him harder, stroking deeper, circling firmer until she's shivering against his jaw.
A groan reverberates against her core, low and primal in response to her spoken pleasure. He pulls back only a fraction, lips slick, voice rough with hunger as he breathes, “Let me hear it all, Ro.” His fingers sink back into her as he lifts his gaze, each flushed curve of her on display a new throb of desire that thunders through him. "I could get used to this sight," he croons as his curling smile presses into her inner thigh, dragging featherlight kisses along each one before his mouth seals to her again, relentless. He works her like a storm breaking, drowning himself gladly in the swell she’s building, holding her until she breaks apart on his touch.
Around them water gathers in streams, dripping from their corners, pooling where they connect. It lends more heat to all the ways he's already burning, the steam that's rising as likely to be rolling off their skin as the showerhead. Fuck he wants her. The strain in his pants throbs with a fresh ache for every panted breath she delivers. His name, gods his name cracking through her like that is sublime. The sound drives him harder, stroking deeper, circling firmer until she's shivering against his jaw.
A groan reverberates against her core, low and primal in response to her spoken pleasure. He pulls back only a fraction, lips slick, voice rough with hunger as he breathes, “Let me hear it all, Ro.” His fingers sink back into her as he lifts his gaze, each flushed curve of her on display a new throb of desire that thunders through him. "I could get used to this sight," he croons as his curling smile presses into her inner thigh, dragging featherlight kisses along each one before his mouth seals to her again, relentless. He works her like a storm breaking, drowning himself gladly in the swell she’s building, holding her until she breaks apart on his touch.
Kaisel
I'd give up half of forever, just to be with you
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
