I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
than any boy you'll ever meet,
Those sounds are good, the title gasps she gives him, but they’re not what he’s looking for. It’s close, yes, and he can tell that she appreciates being handled — a memory sparking from the first time they’d met, when they’d teased, jested, when he’d told her he didn’t like to be restrained and how she told him to let Lusea burn him alive. Perhaps Hotaru would electrify him enough to drizzle the flood of him.
She shivers beneath his hungry eyes and his face flushes with the alcohol and the blatant need of her, to get closer and closer until not even air separates them. But first, he tests the waters, tests her as his hands cup and his teeth meet her neck, hard enough to leave a bruise, one that he sucks on gently as she moans beneath him — an approving growl given back to her. Her hips grind against him and he can feel the pressure of not only her, but the pants that still trap him, goosebumps rising against the feeling of her nails digging into his arms.
She could make him bleed if she wanted to, and he’d love her for it.
She breaks out of her daze, hands tracing lower and teasing him enough that he pulls away to watch her, his hands applying pressure and circles, dancing along her chest as he smirks down to her. “How cruel.” He rumbles to her, hands leaving her then as he winks and pushes upwards against her hand, his free hand reaching past her now to the drawer on the other side of the desk, reaching for protection, stashed away to prevent anything long lasting from happening. Once he’s grabbed it, his eyes return to her, a sultry shadowed look to his silver gaze as he goes to grab her then, to lift her against him for a place far more comfortable.
“You didn’t think I’d take you on a hard desk, now did you?” Another sultry rumble as he aims to lift her mostly declothed form flush against his torso, to turn to one of the beds hidden in the corner adorned with furs and blankets and pillows.
She shivers beneath his hungry eyes and his face flushes with the alcohol and the blatant need of her, to get closer and closer until not even air separates them. But first, he tests the waters, tests her as his hands cup and his teeth meet her neck, hard enough to leave a bruise, one that he sucks on gently as she moans beneath him — an approving growl given back to her. Her hips grind against him and he can feel the pressure of not only her, but the pants that still trap him, goosebumps rising against the feeling of her nails digging into his arms.
She could make him bleed if she wanted to, and he’d love her for it.
She breaks out of her daze, hands tracing lower and teasing him enough that he pulls away to watch her, his hands applying pressure and circles, dancing along her chest as he smirks down to her. “How cruel.” He rumbles to her, hands leaving her then as he winks and pushes upwards against her hand, his free hand reaching past her now to the drawer on the other side of the desk, reaching for protection, stashed away to prevent anything long lasting from happening. Once he’s grabbed it, his eyes return to her, a sultry shadowed look to his silver gaze as he goes to grab her then, to lift her against him for a place far more comfortable.
“You didn’t think I’d take you on a hard desk, now did you?” Another sultry rumble as he aims to lift her mostly declothed form flush against his torso, to turn to one of the beds hidden in the corner adorned with furs and blankets and pillows.
sweetie, you had me
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.
