[SE] what else can we do

VARUS

“Maybe that’s my goal?” He rumbles as he moves them, trying his best to work her pants off the second he’s laid her down on the bed, but her legs are still wrapped around his hips where he hovers above her, making it nearly impossible – even more so as she drives him wild with the way she presses against his trapped length. He growls low in his throat as he finally gets her pants off, tossing them off the side of the bed before he draws up a bit taller on his knees as he feels her hands at the tent he's created.

He finds himself dropping back down over her, bracing himself with the metal arm the second her hand wraps around his cock, a visible shiver racing down his spine when he gasps. “Fuck.” He mumbles, hips rocking into her hand before he regains some amount of brain cells to remember what he’s trying to do. He also wiggles out of his pants, continuing to press his length against her hand as he does so until he’s free and he can shrug out of them to join hers on the floor, and when his heated ocean gaze finds her pebble blues again, his freehand has risen to the inside of her thighs, seeking out a gentle stroke along her clit. “Don’t think I’m ever gonna get used to this.” He admits, flashing her a fanged smirk, the flush of opalescent hues high on his cheeks despite the curtain of dark hair.

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