Hotaru
It won’t last forever, not with his teeth human and blunt the way they are, but with her delicate skin and fair complexion she will carry his mark for some time. It’s part of the appeal that stokes fire in her belly, even the ebb and flow of water around their legs and waists unable to drown out the heat. His groan is like music as it buzzes against her lips, the nip of his teeth at her mouth stopping the smirk that tries to grow there.
Her head is pulled back by her hair, his grip tight but not painful, and Ru tries to catch her breath while also slipping her fingers past the waistband of his shorts. Craving more of his warm skin, the familiar size and weight of him in her hand, intoxicating. Her top being discarded is secondary, breasts dropping free, nipples already hard with arousal. “Sunjataaa,” she moans softly, just because she can now. “Jata, Jata, Jata, please,” chanting desperately in her breathy tone, begging for him to touch, to take, to keep them both beneath the murky waters of ‘just pretend’.
Her head is pulled back by her hair, his grip tight but not painful, and Ru tries to catch her breath while also slipping her fingers past the waistband of his shorts. Craving more of his warm skin, the familiar size and weight of him in her hand, intoxicating. Her top being discarded is secondary, breasts dropping free, nipples already hard with arousal. “Sunjataaa,” she moans softly, just because she can now. “Jata, Jata, Jata, please,” chanting desperately in her breathy tone, begging for him to touch, to take, to keep them both beneath the murky waters of ‘just pretend’.
Now you can quit, you can cave in
but just know you're not beyond saving
but just know you're not beyond saving
