Kaisel
Heaven help me, the devil wears lace and she can't be tamed
Despite the heat, the moment her hands find his bare skin, he shivers beneath the touch. Sensitive, sure, the ease of tickling him proof of that, but this isn’t a place that tickles. It’s a direct response to the electric hum that transpires anytime they connect, as if his body has become attuned to hers and responds to the slightest signal. ”I had a lot of thoughts,” he defends, snorting at how easy she seems to think being on the other side of her brain is. ”You gave me zero hints,” he accuses. ”All you said was password, and there’s like, a jillion possibilities.”
All the rising clamor of indignation is easily disrupted by the idle trail and spin of her fingers over skin, quieting him back down like he could slip into an easy trance with enough guidance from her hand. Half-lidded eyes soak in the haze of her near him as he mentally follows the path of her tracing shapes, listening all the while. ”Exactly,” he grins back in response, the shape growing wide enough to devour her laughter. ”Ok ok,” he hums, excited for a whole new reason now about passwords and codes. ”Maybe not Sprinkelz, but what aboooout. Hawt Catsuop?” His face ends up contorting in weird ways as he tries to smush or drag out the letters, imagining them in his mind and trying to give them voice without it sounding as it normally would. It all was clearer in his head.
He continues to tease the idea out behind his teeth, not giving it any more air for now, needing all of it to relish this current, unspoken hot ketchup moment where their lips meet. He’d have kept them there too, condiments merging into the night, if only he didn’t need to out the way she’d illegally barred his entry here. ”Oh no?” he wonders, wide-eyed with innocence. ”So threatening to leave my ass on the hard rocks all night was just my imagination?” he teases with a feral tilt to his smile, positive he’s caught her red handed. ”Oh I see,” he drawls out with an impressive eye roll. ”It was punishment for leaving the blueprints in your very capable hands so I could complete the mood lighting?” Firelight is essentially the disco ball of the Climb.
All the rising clamor of indignation is easily disrupted by the idle trail and spin of her fingers over skin, quieting him back down like he could slip into an easy trance with enough guidance from her hand. Half-lidded eyes soak in the haze of her near him as he mentally follows the path of her tracing shapes, listening all the while. ”Exactly,” he grins back in response, the shape growing wide enough to devour her laughter. ”Ok ok,” he hums, excited for a whole new reason now about passwords and codes. ”Maybe not Sprinkelz, but what aboooout. Hawt Catsuop?” His face ends up contorting in weird ways as he tries to smush or drag out the letters, imagining them in his mind and trying to give them voice without it sounding as it normally would. It all was clearer in his head.
He continues to tease the idea out behind his teeth, not giving it any more air for now, needing all of it to relish this current, unspoken hot ketchup moment where their lips meet. He’d have kept them there too, condiments merging into the night, if only he didn’t need to out the way she’d illegally barred his entry here. ”Oh no?” he wonders, wide-eyed with innocence. ”So threatening to leave my ass on the hard rocks all night was just my imagination?” he teases with a feral tilt to his smile, positive he’s caught her red handed. ”Oh I see,” he drawls out with an impressive eye roll. ”It was punishment for leaving the blueprints in your very capable hands so I could complete the mood lighting?” Firelight is essentially the disco ball of the Climb.
Let me see the good girl you wanted to be. All of my praise, only from me.
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
