save your eyes for someone brighter than i will ever be
The shuddering whimper as his weight is pressed against her only allows him a small amount of time to readjust a small amount, to give her the room to breathe while still being close as he can. And if she thought that perhaps being in the water with him, her body aligned against his, were the closest they could get? She’d be thinking wrong. Because this, this was the closest they could get, where nothing separated them. A deeper intimacy than just the sharing of kisses and teeth, but something more.
He’d been her first for a kiss, perhaps it’s only suiting he guides her through this too.
She follows his lead, legs hooking around his hips, and she melts into the kiss, feeling as he supports her as she rises to grind against him, and a sultry purr leaves his throat at that. She needn’t be shy, there was no judgement for him in this regard. There was only her and the fact that he was preparing to drown himself further with her.
It’s her turn to break the kiss, and his fingers curl in her hair as she trails them along his jaw, reaching his throat – and when he feels her teeth along the skin there he practically vibrates above her, inching closer as his breath grows heavier, huskier. And he supports her with his other hand, though the nails there scratch against her skin, against the sand clinging to her, head tilting to give her more room along his neck if she wished it.
“Ready?” He can’t help the sultry whisper of the question in her ear, pressing a kiss to her neck, aligning them up provided she agrees. And he takes a deep breath, drowning himself in the scent of her, slipping into her slow enough to give her time to adjust, to get used to him, to mold herself around him.
He’d been her first for a kiss, perhaps it’s only suiting he guides her through this too.
She follows his lead, legs hooking around his hips, and she melts into the kiss, feeling as he supports her as she rises to grind against him, and a sultry purr leaves his throat at that. She needn’t be shy, there was no judgement for him in this regard. There was only her and the fact that he was preparing to drown himself further with her.
It’s her turn to break the kiss, and his fingers curl in her hair as she trails them along his jaw, reaching his throat – and when he feels her teeth along the skin there he practically vibrates above her, inching closer as his breath grows heavier, huskier. And he supports her with his other hand, though the nails there scratch against her skin, against the sand clinging to her, head tilting to give her more room along his neck if she wished it.
“Ready?” He can’t help the sultry whisper of the question in her ear, pressing a kiss to her neck, aligning them up provided she agrees. And he takes a deep breath, drowning himself in the scent of her, slipping into her slow enough to give her time to adjust, to get used to him, to mold herself around him.
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.
