Let's make tonight the weekend, I don't wanna wait
If she means to embarass him, he only answers with a wide grin. "That was all your fault." His accusation is soft but also honest. She's the one who started touching herself while he was still getting ready for bed, and if his short performance in the shower is any indicator, seeing her in the midst of pleasure is a massive turn on. His dreams had no hope of staying dry after seeing the moonlit arc of her, however wreathed in facial cleanser he was. Now at least he can actually have her, leaving his dreams pleasantly temperate.
"Is Frey the knife?" he wonders with a whisper, an airy chuckle parting him, perhaps the only trio he could imagine with her, and then only because his arousal for her had been pulled taut in the god's hands once before, all for a dress code.
Rolling his eyes at her apparant patience for ice cream, he's completely caught off guard hy the huff off air that puffs into his face. His head jerks back on instinct, snorting the offense free as he buries his wrinkling nose into her nape with an offended noise. The sort that's completely affectionate still, as if her blast had been little more than a dusting of sugar in the end.
"Mmm," he hums loudly in response to her question, an eye peeking put over the fuzz of her shoulder as the noticable pressure of her ass greets the pocket of his hips, a warm rush rising like a dizzying lurch upright after sitting. His hands drift down in response, searching for the shape of her hips through the plush folds of her robe. "Ice cream could be arranged, but-," His voice tips out into silence as his fingers curl tightly against her, sinking into the curve of her ass's edges. "You really must be disrobed to begin any new treatment, seaweed or icecream."
A smirk finds the edge of his mouth just before his lips graze the point just below her earlobe. "If you were icecream, what flavor would you be?"
I'm fucking faded right now which I blame you for so excessive typos are your problem. I think I caught them but idfk.
"Is Frey the knife?" he wonders with a whisper, an airy chuckle parting him, perhaps the only trio he could imagine with her, and then only because his arousal for her had been pulled taut in the god's hands once before, all for a dress code.
Rolling his eyes at her apparant patience for ice cream, he's completely caught off guard hy the huff off air that puffs into his face. His head jerks back on instinct, snorting the offense free as he buries his wrinkling nose into her nape with an offended noise. The sort that's completely affectionate still, as if her blast had been little more than a dusting of sugar in the end.
"Mmm," he hums loudly in response to her question, an eye peeking put over the fuzz of her shoulder as the noticable pressure of her ass greets the pocket of his hips, a warm rush rising like a dizzying lurch upright after sitting. His hands drift down in response, searching for the shape of her hips through the plush folds of her robe. "Ice cream could be arranged, but-," His voice tips out into silence as his fingers curl tightly against her, sinking into the curve of her ass's edges. "You really must be disrobed to begin any new treatment, seaweed or icecream."
A smirk finds the edge of his mouth just before his lips graze the point just below her earlobe. "If you were icecream, what flavor would you be?"
I'm fucking faded right now which I blame you for so excessive typos are your problem. I think I caught them but idfk.
Kaisel
Got no reason not to celebrate
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
