HOTARU
She's in a long black coat tonight
Waiting for me in the downpour outside
Waiting for me in the downpour outside
Even if she didn't care to parse the words from her minimal understanding of the language, the tone alone from both men's mouths is enough to have her arching in preparation for something that is yet to come. Diving instead into the wicked serpentine twist of Sunjata's tongue, nails raking down exposed flesh in helpless reaction to the flexible, writhing tongue that flickers against her own. A promise she can feel but has yet to understand. She folds into Sunjata's touch, his calloused hands as familiar to her as her own. Standing in stark, beautiful contrast to Nate's blemish-free grip as it curls round her hips and - with a strength she cannot hope to match, much less contest even if the desire struck her - begins to move her. It takes a moment of confusion before realizations dawns, and she shamelessly sucks in an unsteady breath at the prospect.
Both pairs of hands move her, doll-like and more than eager, and she carefully settles her knees on either side of Sunjata's neck, his broad shoulders a perfect perch as his wicked nails score down her side. Hips buck and chest arches into the teasing cruelty of his touch, already breathing unsteadily at the ghost of hot breath she can feel against her slick thighs and folds. Nate's words, had they come from any other mouth, would have never penetrated the fog of anticipation as she lowers herself slowly to Sunjata's talented mouth. But, being who he is, her eyes avert from the smoking steel gaze between her legs, and instead allows herself to grin, sharp and sultry all at once as she takes in their shared nudity. "It's a start, handsome," she teases back in the narrowing space between their lips. One hand reaching back to balance lightly on Sunjata's chest, the other hooking round Nate's neck to kiss him deeper. Fold him into her mouth and nip at his lips as if she could consume him there and then.
Her flexibility comes to her aid as Nate straddles Sunjata's lap, arching her back to keep their mouths connected as she playfully squeezes her thighs around Sunjata's head. Lightning coming to her fingertips - not for Jata, as he'd thought - but for Nate. Knowing his sensitivity is so much lower. They dance along the edge of his neck and down his shoulder, shocking and sparking as they go, jumping to and fro in the intensity of her own emotions and sensations.
Both pairs of hands move her, doll-like and more than eager, and she carefully settles her knees on either side of Sunjata's neck, his broad shoulders a perfect perch as his wicked nails score down her side. Hips buck and chest arches into the teasing cruelty of his touch, already breathing unsteadily at the ghost of hot breath she can feel against her slick thighs and folds. Nate's words, had they come from any other mouth, would have never penetrated the fog of anticipation as she lowers herself slowly to Sunjata's talented mouth. But, being who he is, her eyes avert from the smoking steel gaze between her legs, and instead allows herself to grin, sharp and sultry all at once as she takes in their shared nudity. "It's a start, handsome," she teases back in the narrowing space between their lips. One hand reaching back to balance lightly on Sunjata's chest, the other hooking round Nate's neck to kiss him deeper. Fold him into her mouth and nip at his lips as if she could consume him there and then.
Her flexibility comes to her aid as Nate straddles Sunjata's lap, arching her back to keep their mouths connected as she playfully squeezes her thighs around Sunjata's head. Lightning coming to her fingertips - not for Jata, as he'd thought - but for Nate. Knowing his sensitivity is so much lower. They dance along the edge of his neck and down his shoulder, shocking and sparking as they go, jumping to and fro in the intensity of her own emotions and sensations.
singing "Baby come home" in a melody of tears
While the rhythm of the rain keeps time
While the rhythm of the rain keeps time
