CHULANE
blending into the darkness, & it gets harder to see
She's pressed against him, the soft flesh of her breasts teasing and taunting him as they glanced and glided against his form, his muscles tensing and tremoring along his abdomen and chest. Her lips danced across his, he could feel her smirk more than see it at this proximity. She wriggles and writhes in his hands, and he lets a soft moan hum through him at the tantalising prospect laid out before him. He shuts his eyes as her hands run through his hair, only for a moment lest his miss anything of her beauty before him. As her words reach his ears and her hands dip low he is taken by surprise at the sudden move, sucking in his lean stomach, before relaxing into her touch once more.
The kiss that is pressed against his lips is returned hungrily, a low growl dying in his throat as she cut it off, for he craved it just as much as she did, the longing clearly evident as his mouth followed her, lips seeking to instead taste at the curve of her neck just below her ear. Meanwhile, as her hands worked at his pants, his worked at hers, as both pants fell to their ankles after some prolonged fiddling and efforts, allowing them to easily step out of them now.
They were on a level pitch again, naked and bare before each other. He was excited, but had so far managed to maintain control over himself - he hadn't yet risen to the occasion, the steam and the heat having something of a steadying effect on him. Still, he did yearn for her, and he greedily pulled her close to him, his hands firm on her buttocks. His mouth sought to find her lips for a proper kiss this time, one that they could lose themselves in, where they could consume each other with nothing in their way.
After what felt like an age, he broke the kiss, and took a steadying breath, pausing the moment. "I didn't mean t-to -" he pulled a deep breath in. "W-we can just have a bath," he laughed the words out softly, the rising heat that had just begun in his loins submitting a formal complaint against whatever nonsense his brain was spouting, utterly offended that he would deny this from progressing into an activity far more physical than taking a bath.
The kiss that is pressed against his lips is returned hungrily, a low growl dying in his throat as she cut it off, for he craved it just as much as she did, the longing clearly evident as his mouth followed her, lips seeking to instead taste at the curve of her neck just below her ear. Meanwhile, as her hands worked at his pants, his worked at hers, as both pants fell to their ankles after some prolonged fiddling and efforts, allowing them to easily step out of them now.
They were on a level pitch again, naked and bare before each other. He was excited, but had so far managed to maintain control over himself - he hadn't yet risen to the occasion, the steam and the heat having something of a steadying effect on him. Still, he did yearn for her, and he greedily pulled her close to him, his hands firm on her buttocks. His mouth sought to find her lips for a proper kiss this time, one that they could lose themselves in, where they could consume each other with nothing in their way.
After what felt like an age, he broke the kiss, and took a steadying breath, pausing the moment. "I didn't mean t-to -" he pulled a deep breath in. "W-we can just have a bath," he laughed the words out softly, the rising heat that had just begun in his loins submitting a formal complaint against whatever nonsense his brain was spouting, utterly offended that he would deny this from progressing into an activity far more physical than taking a bath.
try to stand & unravel what a man's gotta be
