just because the fog is there
Her pleasure crashes through him like it’s his own. It is, in a way; a second heart pounding in his chest, her ecstasy flooding his veins, her thoughts combusting like wildfire in his mind. He draws in a breath through his nose as he feels her climax begin to urge, and then doubles down.
Tongue and fingers moving in concert, steady and unrelenting, tuned by every spasm and fractured thought she sends him. When she breaks—when she clenches down with that desperate cry of his name, when her body curls and the shadows of her mind shatter around the light of release—he groans in answer, a deep, vibrating note pressed into the heat of her.
His grip tightens at her hips as if to hold her in the moment, the sound of his satisfaction nothing short of worship. It’s not dominance or conquest. It’s possession. Adoration. Hunger that’s been fed but not yet sated. Only when she begins to go boneless—slack with bliss, her thoughts purring low and dreamy in his head—do his shadows begin to unspool from her wrists, their grasp loosening until all that’s left is the echo of their touch in her palms.
And still, he doesn’t let go. Instead, he lets his mouth trail kisses—soft, reverent, honey-slow—from the slick ache of her to the tender skin of her inner thigh. To the rise of her hip. The soft plane of her belly. He stretches over her like shadow come to life, his hands gliding to her waist again, not to restrain her now but to hold her in place as something cherished. One hand fans along her side as he hums low and indulgently against her, lips brushing the curve of her breast where colour has bloomed from heat and arousal.
"Mmm," he exhales softly against her skin.
Tongue and fingers moving in concert, steady and unrelenting, tuned by every spasm and fractured thought she sends him. When she breaks—when she clenches down with that desperate cry of his name, when her body curls and the shadows of her mind shatter around the light of release—he groans in answer, a deep, vibrating note pressed into the heat of her.
His grip tightens at her hips as if to hold her in the moment, the sound of his satisfaction nothing short of worship. It’s not dominance or conquest. It’s possession. Adoration. Hunger that’s been fed but not yet sated. Only when she begins to go boneless—slack with bliss, her thoughts purring low and dreamy in his head—do his shadows begin to unspool from her wrists, their grasp loosening until all that’s left is the echo of their touch in her palms.
And still, he doesn’t let go. Instead, he lets his mouth trail kisses—soft, reverent, honey-slow—from the slick ache of her to the tender skin of her inner thigh. To the rise of her hip. The soft plane of her belly. He stretches over her like shadow come to life, his hands gliding to her waist again, not to restrain her now but to hold her in place as something cherished. One hand fans along her side as he hums low and indulgently against her, lips brushing the curve of her breast where colour has bloomed from heat and arousal.
"Mmm," he exhales softly against her skin.
don't mean nothing's behind it
☆ has a pale star tattoo beneath his left eye, and freckle-sized constellations move across his skin
☽ hair changes from bleached blonde to brown
☆ telepathic: Sunlit Shadows | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
☽ hair changes from bleached blonde to brown
☆ telepathic: Sunlit Shadows | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
