save your eyes for someone brighter than i will ever be
He thrives on tempting, on taunting, on the tease of the game. The tension it brings to the table when it comes to the eventual break of the dam, of the flood of emotions and feelings and release it brings. But he doesn’t give into her, despite the whimpers and writhing, the attempt to try and adjust his direction. His fingers stroke gently, grazing while he kisses and bites along her chest, drifting up but low enough to drag his chest against hers in a featherlight touch.
Fingers drift in their lazy strokes ever higher toward that spot in the middle she’s asking for, but there’s clothing that still separates them – knuckles brushing against the apex, pressing in lightly against the fabric just to see how she reacts under the pressure, while his lips and teeth the swell of her chest, and he grows increasingly hungrier with every second away.
His hand lifts to the fabric of her underclothes, the last bit of clothing on her that separates her from him, hooking his thumbs into it to pull it off as he shifts himself away from her legs to pull them off. The shorts that separate him from her as well are soaked, tighter than they had been before with the desire that wracks through him. And he pulls his off as well after reaching into a pocket for the protection stashed away there to slip on, moving to shift himself to find his space between her legs. His head nears hers again, pressing a deep kiss to her lips before returning to her neck, to her ear. “I’ve got you, liefde.” A deep, growling purr.
Fingers drift in their lazy strokes ever higher toward that spot in the middle she’s asking for, but there’s clothing that still separates them – knuckles brushing against the apex, pressing in lightly against the fabric just to see how she reacts under the pressure, while his lips and teeth the swell of her chest, and he grows increasingly hungrier with every second away.
His hand lifts to the fabric of her underclothes, the last bit of clothing on her that separates her from him, hooking his thumbs into it to pull it off as he shifts himself away from her legs to pull them off. The shorts that separate him from her as well are soaked, tighter than they had been before with the desire that wracks through him. And he pulls his off as well after reaching into a pocket for the protection stashed away there to slip on, moving to shift himself to find his space between her legs. His head nears hers again, pressing a deep kiss to her lips before returning to her neck, to her ear. “I’ve got you, liefde.” A deep, growling purr.
don't hesitate to bring me to my knees
SUNJATA
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
