// not yet corpses, still we rot //
“It has.” Varus agrees, managing to crack a small smirk as he rugs her closer, lips colliding with hers and sighing as her hands roam along his back. Her fingers thread through dark hair and his hands slide down toward her hips, readjusting them while she readjusts herself as well, humming another quiet chuckle. “Just wanna keep you on that edge a little longer.” Though it isn’t like it matters much. She nips at his neck and he shivers, hips working on their own accord.
They’re lined up now at least, so when he thrusts forward they get what they both want. A groan slips from him, head tilting back slightly as his cock sinks into her, both hands digging into her hip bone as he tries not to let the white sensation of static cloud his mind. And once he’s had a second to recover, he uses his hands to lift her slightly before pulling her back down onto him again.
They’re lined up now at least, so when he thrusts forward they get what they both want. A groan slips from him, head tilting back slightly as his cock sinks into her, both hands digging into her hip bone as he tries not to let the white sensation of static cloud his mind. And once he’s had a second to recover, he uses his hands to lift her slightly before pulling her back down onto him again.
VARUS
