// not yet corpses, still we rot //
He likely wouldn’t complain about the back and forth, the two of them so similar and so different in varying ways that he almost wonders how crafty she could be when it comes to teasing and taunting him. But she answers him and he rumbles a small breathy laugh, slowing and withdrawing from her while he’s kept her burning, the metal hand and flesh hand leaving her to work on himself. The metal hand pushes back the long dark hair that’s fallen forward into his eyes, his other hand working at his belt, humming a bit of relief the second he pops the button of his pants.
The Captain’s shoulders sink a fraction as he works to slip the rest of his clothes off, his hands reaching for her to draw her closer to him, to press them chest to chest, lips seeking hers out in a greedy demanding kiss while the tip of his cock presses insistently against the inside of her thigh, drawing a deep rumble from his throat and chest.
The Captain’s shoulders sink a fraction as he works to slip the rest of his clothes off, his hands reaching for her to draw her closer to him, to press them chest to chest, lips seeking hers out in a greedy demanding kiss while the tip of his cock presses insistently against the inside of her thigh, drawing a deep rumble from his throat and chest.
VARUS
