A warm meal and a quiet night

KIADA curl your hands into fists, and sharpen your nails. It seems she doesn’t have to wonder if she’s matched him, if she’s enough for him. Because as she finishes and rocks and shudders, a gasping cry of a sound slipping from her throat, she can hear and feel the way it affects him. His wave crashes over him too, and she shudders again with the feeling as his breath rakes along her skin, as she burns hot with him in her afterglow, remaining taut and still trembling in her legs and arms as she goes to pull him close, trying to catch her breath. Though it shifts into a slight gasp-turned-laugh as his hips wiggle. “O-Oh.” It sends a sharp jolt through her dazed state, and she pins him with a playful look, an exhausted smile crossing her face when they’re shifting and her body aches without him as she curls up into him, and despite the warmth and sweat that clings to her, she knows she’ll grow cold soon enough. So she nestles herself into him a bit more, her lips seeking out his neck, curling into him as his hand leaves goosebumps sprouting along her skin. His question is met with a hum of a laugh from her, her hand snaking up to rest at his neck to tangle into the dark curls at the base of his neck, pulling him in for another soft kiss at the base of his jaw. “Incredible.” She murmurs against his skin, pulsing her pleasure and afterglow toward him through the bond, sending and sharing everything of her as an open book. She moves her head slightly then to his ear, humming softly against it. “I hope it was as good for you as it was for me.” the next time a man tells you to smile, show him bloodstained teeth.