// I'd take the fall—I got you covered when there's no one at all //
The corner of his mouth lifts, slow and dangerous, answering her dare with a look that's loose with confidence that, yes, he will. Each movement guiding her into place is taut with growing want, her, steadily coiling tighter with every touch she affords him. He works her first leg free of the boot, every lace an eternity keeping her from him. It's only seconds, surely, but they stretch long enough that his first response to her suggestion is a laugh, an approving glance lifting to her as he pulls down her sock and flicks it over his shoulder.
"Something that removes our clothes?" he echoes, grin tipping crooked. "Seems like a waste of magic when I’ve already got the hands for it." The moment her other outstretched leg is within reach he catches her ankle in his palm as if in proof. His fingers unwork her laces, mud slicking under his thumb as he slides it higher, tugging down the rim of her boot to find the warmth of skin beneath. "Besides," he hums as the boot comes off in one sure tug, landing somewhere behind him with a wet thud. "You would surely turn that loose upon me at the worst possible times." Far too dangerous a power for either of them. Her second sock joins the pile.
There are moments he'd like nothing more than to snap his fingers and have her laid out before him, prime for the taking. Right now though, he's currently enjoying himself far too much unearthing her from the oppression of her attire. His fingers are already separating the clasp of her pants, a practiced cup to her ass freeing her further, knuckles brushing her thigh as he works them completely loose.
By the time he peels the fabric away, the muddy slap of it hitting the deck crisp between breaths, his grin has turned positively feral. He sinks to his knees in front of her, palms gliding up her calves, over her knees, chasing bare skin like a prayer. Despite filth that joins his worship in various deposits along her, some streaking off his thumb as if painting the path of his devotion, he doesn't hesitate to adorn her with his hands. He's mindful not to mark her anywhere too intimate, but his grip finds the outer curve of her thighs and sinks in like he's anchoring himself to her, yanking her forward along her ass, panties all the remain.
"I love doing my civic duty," he murmurs, voice thick with amusement and want alike. His waistband is now in range of her hands again as he bows down, pressing a kiss to each breast, slow and warm and indulgent.
"Something that removes our clothes?" he echoes, grin tipping crooked. "Seems like a waste of magic when I’ve already got the hands for it." The moment her other outstretched leg is within reach he catches her ankle in his palm as if in proof. His fingers unwork her laces, mud slicking under his thumb as he slides it higher, tugging down the rim of her boot to find the warmth of skin beneath. "Besides," he hums as the boot comes off in one sure tug, landing somewhere behind him with a wet thud. "You would surely turn that loose upon me at the worst possible times." Far too dangerous a power for either of them. Her second sock joins the pile.
There are moments he'd like nothing more than to snap his fingers and have her laid out before him, prime for the taking. Right now though, he's currently enjoying himself far too much unearthing her from the oppression of her attire. His fingers are already separating the clasp of her pants, a practiced cup to her ass freeing her further, knuckles brushing her thigh as he works them completely loose.
By the time he peels the fabric away, the muddy slap of it hitting the deck crisp between breaths, his grin has turned positively feral. He sinks to his knees in front of her, palms gliding up her calves, over her knees, chasing bare skin like a prayer. Despite filth that joins his worship in various deposits along her, some streaking off his thumb as if painting the path of his devotion, he doesn't hesitate to adorn her with his hands. He's mindful not to mark her anywhere too intimate, but his grip finds the outer curve of her thighs and sinks in like he's anchoring himself to her, yanking her forward along her ass, panties all the remain.
"I love doing my civic duty," he murmurs, voice thick with amusement and want alike. His waistband is now in range of her hands again as he bows down, pressing a kiss to each breast, slow and warm and indulgent.
Kaisel
// When you need somebody to turn to—Nobody got you the way I do //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
