don't you know i'm no good for you?
She molds to his touch, doing exactly what it is he wants her to with the way his hand travels around her, about her, over her skin. Her back arches and he presses down against her a small amount, lips finding her neck and the lobe of her ear, a purring rumble from his throat at the way she so easily offers it up for him to devour her, to take her, to drown in her.
Her hand dips beneath the waistband of his pants, touching and scraping over skin, and he smirks into the kisses he gives her, the appreciation and confirmation to her in the way he moves his kisses to her jaw, stormy gaze hazed and lustful as he focuses on her reaction as he grinds his hips into hers. And what a reaction, it receives, he smirks as she returns the action, the slight pant to her breaths, the way she gasps for him and the way he could very well keep her waiting, or give in here and now.
He plans a kiss to her jaw, then to the corners of her lips, slowly and delicately despite the grind of his hips back into hers. “You know… One of these days we should use a bed, don’t you think?” It’s a lover’s purr that leaves his lips, rife with amusement before he goes to find her lips again, hand at the small of her back drifting up further to her side, thumb tracing the soft delicate space beneath her breast – wondering if perhaps they should wait and check their traps before something else comes to get them and return to the Tavern where he could properly bed her.
Her hand dips beneath the waistband of his pants, touching and scraping over skin, and he smirks into the kisses he gives her, the appreciation and confirmation to her in the way he moves his kisses to her jaw, stormy gaze hazed and lustful as he focuses on her reaction as he grinds his hips into hers. And what a reaction, it receives, he smirks as she returns the action, the slight pant to her breaths, the way she gasps for him and the way he could very well keep her waiting, or give in here and now.
He plans a kiss to her jaw, then to the corners of her lips, slowly and delicately despite the grind of his hips back into hers. “You know… One of these days we should use a bed, don’t you think?” It’s a lover’s purr that leaves his lips, rife with amusement before he goes to find her lips again, hand at the small of her back drifting up further to her side, thumb tracing the soft delicate space beneath her breast – wondering if perhaps they should wait and check their traps before something else comes to get them and return to the Tavern where he could properly bed her.
i've learned to lose, you can't afford to
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.
