chase the morning

EVEREST

Not unlike that scene of Aziraphale trying meat for the first time, Despite Isla's encouragements one way or the other, as Everest begins his ministrations, he has to constantly temper himself against simply inhaling the woman between whose thighs he could happily reside forever. Cognizant enough to regulate his breathing and to take sips of air in appropriate places—not unlike the way wind musicians are tactful in their own breathing lest they ruin the flow of the melody—Everest limits his oral work to only his tongue while utilizing the tips of his claws in the places his hands feverishly hold onto her hips.

For all of the way Everest is not like other men, in one way at least, he has an edge. When Isla says don't stop, the aviator does not interpret that as do something completely different, but doubles down on doing precisely the same thing with no change.

Moaning against her, the vibration meant to enhance Isla's pleasure as much as communicating his own, Ever feels his hands begin to tug at her, as if to keep her wriggles of arousal from denying him even an ounce of her.

the boards will still creak
the leaves will still die

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!