Hotaru
Whatever it is, she won't let herself dwell on it. Everything shoved away and placed in a tattered box opened roughly one too many times. He tells her to pretend, and she has never been able to tell him no. So she pretends. She gives her all - gives him all. All of her, every inch, every shadowed place he's already had the questionable pleasure of exploring. A few new scars maybe, but he has those too.
Feathers tickle against her fingers, and this too is the same. Hotaru buries her fingers deeper into his curls, her other hand falling to hang on to his wrist as the warm wetness of his mouth opens up to her own, spurring their greed in unison. Sunjata readjusts the both of them and Hotaru squeezes her thighs at his hips, remaining tall on her knees so she can continue kissing him. Her tongue flickers shyly at his lips, questioning even now with everything else tossed to the wind. Just a few shades slower and more delicate than she once might have been.
Feathers tickle against her fingers, and this too is the same. Hotaru buries her fingers deeper into his curls, her other hand falling to hang on to his wrist as the warm wetness of his mouth opens up to her own, spurring their greed in unison. Sunjata readjusts the both of them and Hotaru squeezes her thighs at his hips, remaining tall on her knees so she can continue kissing him. Her tongue flickers shyly at his lips, questioning even now with everything else tossed to the wind. Just a few shades slower and more delicate than she once might have been.
Now you can quit, you can cave in
but just know you're not beyond saving
but just know you're not beyond saving
