save your eyes for someone brighter than i will ever be
And she breaks, giving him that extra push he needs over the edge as well. She tenses around him and his forehead finds her own as he rides it with her, a hitch, a gasp of his breath in time with her own as he becomes attuned to the places her hands roam, to the space between them as his own hands roam and cup and touch. He finishes hard, too, body singing with electricity, hot with sweat and heat of exertion. Her name, some Korofi curses added into the mix as he breaks and shatters with her.
He rides out the ever slowing, trembling tempo with her, pressing kisses to her jaw and to her neck as she moves with him, a smile into the kiss he places on her neck with her confession that falls from her lips. Love was a difficult thing for him, but in this moment with the high of everything, drunk and drowning with her, he gives her answering kisses to her jaw and her cheek, to her lips before he braces himself up above her, peering down with bright steel eyes.
“Hold on.” He hums to her, stroking her cheek gently, as he pulls out of her with a shuddering growl at the sensation. But he remains close, taking care of some small amount of clean up, before rolling onto his back in the sand beside her — horns piercing small holes among the space above his head before he turns to look at her, nothing but light and a drunkenness of his gaze, chest rising and falling heavily.
He rides out the ever slowing, trembling tempo with her, pressing kisses to her jaw and to her neck as she moves with him, a smile into the kiss he places on her neck with her confession that falls from her lips. Love was a difficult thing for him, but in this moment with the high of everything, drunk and drowning with her, he gives her answering kisses to her jaw and her cheek, to her lips before he braces himself up above her, peering down with bright steel eyes.
“Hold on.” He hums to her, stroking her cheek gently, as he pulls out of her with a shuddering growl at the sensation. But he remains close, taking care of some small amount of clean up, before rolling onto his back in the sand beside her — horns piercing small holes among the space above his head before he turns to look at her, nothing but light and a drunkenness of his gaze, chest rising and falling heavily.
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.
