NATE
Please, she murmurs, sending a shudder running through Nate, that urge to serve, to satiate the begging tongue rising up. He doesn’t know what she wants. He knows exactly what she wants. He can’t give it to her.
So he tries in a dozen other ways, with teeth and fingers brushing over skin, leaving marks in the naive hope that one of them will be permanent. Perhaps it’s his revenge, to cover her in pieces of him, and then leave anyway. Perhaps it’s simply a silent wish, a reminder that she can come back, that they can make something work. Nate pulls back again with a gasp, shifting like he might seek out Hotaru’s lips and thinking better of it.
It’s too close, he can’t be seen, he can’t see her. He isn’t sure which one would be more painful. So instead, he slips lower, false arms still holding her tightly in place while his lips trace a path down her body, teeth sinking in wherever there’s softness, just for a moment. Marks are left over her heart, along the planes of his stomach, and as he begins to sink fully beneath the water, on her hips and thighs. Nate can pretend this is what she’s been begging for, a skilled tongue, a tireless, breathless pleasure pressing between her folds and swirling around her clit, while two pairs of hands caress her.
So he tries in a dozen other ways, with teeth and fingers brushing over skin, leaving marks in the naive hope that one of them will be permanent. Perhaps it’s his revenge, to cover her in pieces of him, and then leave anyway. Perhaps it’s simply a silent wish, a reminder that she can come back, that they can make something work. Nate pulls back again with a gasp, shifting like he might seek out Hotaru’s lips and thinking better of it.
It’s too close, he can’t be seen, he can’t see her. He isn’t sure which one would be more painful. So instead, he slips lower, false arms still holding her tightly in place while his lips trace a path down her body, teeth sinking in wherever there’s softness, just for a moment. Marks are left over her heart, along the planes of his stomach, and as he begins to sink fully beneath the water, on her hips and thighs. Nate can pretend this is what she’s been begging for, a skilled tongue, a tireless, breathless pleasure pressing between her folds and swirling around her clit, while two pairs of hands caress her.
I am tasting myself
In the mouth of the sun
In the mouth of the sun
