save your eyes for someone brighter than i will ever be
There’s a hint of seriousness in her tone as she spins the question back around on him. “No.” He tells her, quiet and muffled by the kiss that takes place. It takes him a moment to give in, but he inevitably does, still treating her with care as if she’s glass. She arches into his touch and he almost wonders if it hurts the way it pulls against her skin. But she had said she’d tell him, and that’s truthfully all he has to go off of.
So he gives in, readjusting them so his back is to the couch and she unbuttons the rest of his shirt with his help, before she’s pushing it down around his shoulders and he pulls away from her so that she can take it off completely. His lips find her neck, leaving soft kisses behind that she informs him he can be rougher with. He’s still unsure, so he continues with the soft kisses until he’s forced to pull back, to look at her through the dimly lit room.
Which isn’t a problem for him, his eyes shifting to better let him see through the dark, silver slits that scan her face as she makes her request. His hands trail up her hips to the edge of the hem of the shirt, gripping it gently and slipping it off over her head to join his own in a pile on the floor. “There. Better?” He rumbles to her with a playful smile that’s still slightly unsure, hands returning to her skin as his chin tilts up a fraction, peering up at her as his hands cup her breasts, as his thumbs find the piercings there.
So he gives in, readjusting them so his back is to the couch and she unbuttons the rest of his shirt with his help, before she’s pushing it down around his shoulders and he pulls away from her so that she can take it off completely. His lips find her neck, leaving soft kisses behind that she informs him he can be rougher with. He’s still unsure, so he continues with the soft kisses until he’s forced to pull back, to look at her through the dimly lit room.
Which isn’t a problem for him, his eyes shifting to better let him see through the dark, silver slits that scan her face as she makes her request. His hands trail up her hips to the edge of the hem of the shirt, gripping it gently and slipping it off over her head to join his own in a pile on the floor. “There. Better?” He rumbles to her with a playful smile that’s still slightly unsure, hands returning to her skin as his chin tilts up a fraction, peering up at her as his hands cup her breasts, as his thumbs find the piercings there.
don't hesitate to bring me to my knees
SUNJATA
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
