I may have tricked myself

hellos, goodbyes, a thousand midnights
lost in sleepless lullabies

A smirk presses into her throat as her curse reaches his ears. He withdraws slightly, right about the time that she arches against him, and Sunjata leans back with a quiet grumble of a purr from himself as she rocks against him. It only drives him more wild, something almost feral and playful lighting his steel gaze. He does lift her dress up further, until he can slip it around her head, not wanting to lose the hold he has on her arms.

And once he’s done that, one hand lifts to finish unbuttoning his shirt, unable to fully shrug out of it from the wings as well, so he leaves it fully unbuttoned, scars and tattoos on as full of a display as he can without losing his shirt entirely. And while he does this, his free hand curves around her breasts, settling on one that he can tease her nipple with.

Then, the hand that unbuttoned his shirt drops to his pants, snaking out the belt settled there, watching her all the while to see what else she might pull while he absolutely takes his time.

the flood

heaven's dreaming thoughtless thoughts,
my friends, we know we'll be ghosts again

totally sniped from odd ilu