MILO
this is for the snakes and the people they bite
for the friends i've made, for the sleepless nights
for the friends i've made, for the sleepless nights
Her skin is so warm against his, a melding mix of two flames meeting between them when he finally gets her shirt off, too, and dives back in again, lips pressed and wandering against her neck and collarbone now. That is, until she parts them, and Milo’s hands roam and shift along her sides, up toward her breasts, humming a quiet growl as she presses further against him, his hips reacting in response.
But she grips him by his jaw, his eyes focused on hers as they smolder, a crooked smirk crossing his face as his hands continue their roaming, ghosting along the curve of her breasts. But she presses herself against his chest, her teeth playing at his ear, a playful whisper edged in there that has him offering a quiet and low laugh. “Mm, well, I’d planned on it.” He murmurs, shifting his head a bit, one hand departing its caress above to slide along her skin back to her waist and hips, to fiddle with the belt found there to remove it. “But I can make some’a them, if that’s what yer wantin’.” Comes the gravelly continuation of his sentence, the amusement practically felt through his voice.
But he dives into what he wants now, shifting both hands down to remove her belt, to unbutton her pants, to dive his fingertips below toward where he might truly get lost in her. All the while he keeps a small amount of space there, though he’s sure she can feel how hard he is in anticipation, pressed up against her as they are. He angles his head to press another kiss to her neck, down where her shoulder meets it, nipping at it just enough that the skin might grow a bit pink in response to it.
But she grips him by his jaw, his eyes focused on hers as they smolder, a crooked smirk crossing his face as his hands continue their roaming, ghosting along the curve of her breasts. But she presses herself against his chest, her teeth playing at his ear, a playful whisper edged in there that has him offering a quiet and low laugh. “Mm, well, I’d planned on it.” He murmurs, shifting his head a bit, one hand departing its caress above to slide along her skin back to her waist and hips, to fiddle with the belt found there to remove it. “But I can make some’a them, if that’s what yer wantin’.” Comes the gravelly continuation of his sentence, the amusement practically felt through his voice.
But he dives into what he wants now, shifting both hands down to remove her belt, to unbutton her pants, to dive his fingertips below toward where he might truly get lost in her. All the while he keeps a small amount of space there, though he’s sure she can feel how hard he is in anticipation, pressed up against her as they are. He angles his head to press another kiss to her neck, down where her shoulder meets it, nipping at it just enough that the skin might grow a bit pink in response to it.
for the warning signs i've completely ignored
there's an amount to take, reasons to take more
there's an amount to take, reasons to take more
