// I'd take the fall—I got you covered when there's no one at all //
"Should I?" he challenges back with a pause, gaze flicking to her for a moment as the query hangs. He doesn't think to, but he'd like to be proven wrong. Though the possibility is soon forgotten when it comes to making the rest of her clothes vanish the old fashioned way for now, and as he'll soon discover, the entirety of her vanishing.
It could be said, that he is doing his best to strip her down out here, leaving the worst of his attentions for once they finally get into the shower and he doesn't have to dodge dirt. If he's taking his time with the process, it's only to find the restraint between the stitches of her clothes to keep the same pattern on himself, else he might pin her down and make them both a hot and dirty mess out here. Hard to say, because all he's given is a half-undressing before poof.
His gaze lowers as her hands do, a sharp inhale answering the quick gathering her hands do against his cock. Then, blink, she's there then gone, his erection abruptly cold of her touch and left hanging over the wreath of his pants around his legs. Instinctively he reaches back out with his hands, already forgetting the edges of her where his mouth and palms had just been, lunging forward to catch on her. Like a fish sliding through his hands amid water, he feels her slip away in a shot.
"FloooorUH!" he demands, her name a disbelieving sputter as he nearly tips forward, balance snaring on the tangle of pants still around his knees. He only saves himself with a slap of his palm, dick tapping the deck briefly with the momentum. "Why would I need my EYES to undress you!" he shouts out, and though there's no real heat to it, her mischief currently has him fighting to kick off his shoes as quickly as possible. His haste makes a mess of the job, in more ways than one, mud streaking and squealing along the wood as he struggles with a normally basic function.
"You're gonna fucking get it," he mutters under his breath as he finally frees himself entirely, storming down the stairs and thundering nudely to the bathroom.
It could be said, that he is doing his best to strip her down out here, leaving the worst of his attentions for once they finally get into the shower and he doesn't have to dodge dirt. If he's taking his time with the process, it's only to find the restraint between the stitches of her clothes to keep the same pattern on himself, else he might pin her down and make them both a hot and dirty mess out here. Hard to say, because all he's given is a half-undressing before poof.
His gaze lowers as her hands do, a sharp inhale answering the quick gathering her hands do against his cock. Then, blink, she's there then gone, his erection abruptly cold of her touch and left hanging over the wreath of his pants around his legs. Instinctively he reaches back out with his hands, already forgetting the edges of her where his mouth and palms had just been, lunging forward to catch on her. Like a fish sliding through his hands amid water, he feels her slip away in a shot.
"FloooorUH!" he demands, her name a disbelieving sputter as he nearly tips forward, balance snaring on the tangle of pants still around his knees. He only saves himself with a slap of his palm, dick tapping the deck briefly with the momentum. "Why would I need my EYES to undress you!" he shouts out, and though there's no real heat to it, her mischief currently has him fighting to kick off his shoes as quickly as possible. His haste makes a mess of the job, in more ways than one, mud streaking and squealing along the wood as he struggles with a normally basic function.
"You're gonna fucking get it," he mutters under his breath as he finally frees himself entirely, storming down the stairs and thundering nudely to the bathroom.
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
