Hotaru
Roses are red and I wish I could see them bloom
But all I see are orange hues
The easy way he says it, taking ownership of a heart and soul willingly offered, is an ecstasy nothing else can compare to. Though admittedly the slide of him inside her is tough competition, making her throw her head back in a splay of golden hair across dark wood, inner walls tightening and nails scraping uselessly at slick varnish. But all I see are orange hues
Sunjata leans over her, chasing that halo and curling his fingers into it, making her neck arch as she presses up into his words which carry a weight comparable to a caress. She knows she isn’t going to last - not when he feels like he’s everywhere, over and inside her, encompassing and impossible to hide from as his voice rumbles through her mind.
“Nobody but you can m-make me feel like this,” she gasps obligingly, a low whine starting up between her teeth as he thrusts into her, leaving yet another mark on her throat that she’ll wear with pride. Ru’s thighs clamp around him, toes curling, as climax barrels down toward her. “Just you. Only you. Nobody can compare.” What was meant to come off as bragging instead sounds like the begging compliments of a pious woman on her knees, singing praise to the only god she knows. Her heart overflows alongside the cascade of her pleasure, turning shallow epithets into vows and confessions. “So good, fuck, Sunny!” Orgasm shakes her apart, too sensitive from the first to last much longer with his clever fingers on her clit and his voice in her ear.
Legs tightening around his hips forcefully as it crests over her in waves, her teeth seek out his shoulder instinctively, biting down and muffling her moaning - unsure when it was she reached for him, arms winding around his back and nails painting lines down his pale skin.
Now you’re stuck in my head and I wish I could sing the blues
But all I hear are orange tunes, and all I do is think of you
But all I hear are orange tunes, and all I do is think of you
