HOTARU
His silence is more damning than the way he hesitates to kiss her. She can hear his voice, recalled from so many other nights like this; crooning teasing responses, or hushing her into impatient stillness. The words never come, but his mouth is restless all the same, and she arches beautifully into the sure and steady grip beneath her even as some part of her brain wonders at this new creation of his. Her head tilts back to the sky, breaths hiccuping unevenly as he leaves marks over her heart. Not there, she wants to beg, but her tongue is thick and only capable of letting out soft, hurt noises of pleasure. But her flesh gives so easily, turning pink then purple beneath his ravenous mouth and branding her with the cruel lingering marks of his last moments of loving her.
Hotaru's hips jerk as he explores further down her navel, instinctively jolting as her nerves alight with the promise of ecstasy. Her cheeks burn hot as his dark hair swirls into the water, something intensely erotic about the way he slides beneath - heedless of air - to press his tongue against her clit. An aching bolt shudders between her walls, feeling empty and needy, as the bud beneath his mouth alights with sensation. Her legs reach for him, instinctively trying to wrap around his shoulders and pull him close as she cries her pleasure in chorus to the waterfall. With his hearing blocked by the water, she allows her moan to peter out into a broken noise, eyes squeezing shut and tears hot on her temples as her neck throbs in tandem with the pulse between her legs. It is erotic, and bittersweet, and beautiful, and the most painful thing she has ever experienced.
Hotaru's hips jerk as he explores further down her navel, instinctively jolting as her nerves alight with the promise of ecstasy. Her cheeks burn hot as his dark hair swirls into the water, something intensely erotic about the way he slides beneath - heedless of air - to press his tongue against her clit. An aching bolt shudders between her walls, feeling empty and needy, as the bud beneath his mouth alights with sensation. Her legs reach for him, instinctively trying to wrap around his shoulders and pull him close as she cries her pleasure in chorus to the waterfall. With his hearing blocked by the water, she allows her moan to peter out into a broken noise, eyes squeezing shut and tears hot on her temples as her neck throbs in tandem with the pulse between her legs. It is erotic, and bittersweet, and beautiful, and the most painful thing she has ever experienced.
Pull you in, but don't you get too close
Love you now, but not tomorrow
Love you now, but not tomorrow
