[SE] what else can we do

VARUS

“Maybe they won’t wanna stick around, if it is.” He suggests, amusement glimmering in his oceanic gaze, one that darkens with a bit of lust as they get closer to the room. Her back is pressed against it and he gets it open right before she can help, and he stumbles in with her careful not to crush her (despite it not mattering that much, he supposes) as he braces himself with his metal arm. The sensation pours in and Varus immediately flushes an opalescent hue, his unneeded breath hitching in his throat as she captures him ina greedy kiss.

Are they alone? Oh he has no idea. He doesn’t care to find out as he moves to recover, wiggling out of the shirt he has while he finds the nearest wall to pin her against to shed her of her own. Already he’s sure she can feel his tented pants, pressing against her as he growls low into the kiss, fingers drifting up her skin once he’s gotten the offending shirt removed, to flick his thumbs along her nipples and cup her breast. He breaks the kiss with a light little suck of her tongue, pulling away with a quiet little pop as he smirks at her, toothily.

“You are incredible.” He breathes, grinding his hips against hers, remaining just barely out of reach for her to lean in and capture his lips again.

stories without a few let downs are boring when told
perfection and poems are a lie when it all unfolds