// not yet corpses, still we rot //
He travels lower and lower, lips pressed to the inside of her thigh as he hears her breathless complaint, feels the way she arches her hips slightly just to guide him closer. “Oh, I’ll be fine.” He rumbles, an arrogant cockiness coating his words. “I can be incredibly patient.” He teases with a breathy laugh, hands still dancing along her skin until he’s lowered them enough to wrap around her hips, tugging her closer as he shifts enough to rest on his knees.
Once she’s close enough, he presses another long kiss right against her, fingers digging into her hips as he tries to follow his own words of patience – humming a growl of a sound, tongue slipping out in one swipe of a tease at first, a taste, before he can’t help himself but to surge forward a bit further, lips and tongue dancing along her clit as he drowns himself in her.
Once she’s close enough, he presses another long kiss right against her, fingers digging into her hips as he tries to follow his own words of patience – humming a growl of a sound, tongue slipping out in one swipe of a tease at first, a taste, before he can’t help himself but to surge forward a bit further, lips and tongue dancing along her clit as he drowns himself in her.
VARUS
