[Training] one foot before the other

all my scars have got a tune

It becomes a jungle of limbs, so it seems, Milo too distracted by the hungry kiss, the taste of her on his tongue, the way he presses against her. Her legs tighten against him and it becomes a slight challenge to continue his hand’s roaming, so he readjusts a fraction to make it easier for him. She bites down on his lower lip causing him to suck in a sharp breath, to hold it as she’s suddenly unbuttoning his pants, and the freedom of that is a sigh of relief.

At least, it would be, if it weren’t for her fingertips drifting below, seeking him out. There’s a groan that leaves his throat as he instinctively shifts his hips against her hand, letting her feel and explore just how hard she’s gotten him. In this time, though, he does manage to get his fingers dipped in toward her as well, running his fingers featherlight against her and wondering if perhaps he can playfully continue to taunt her before she sets him ablaze. The hand that props her up shifts as he’s sure she’s supported enough, that hand moving to her side, thumb brushing along her breast.

He pulls away from the kiss to press one to her neck, one that leaves a hint of a red mark behind as he tries to catch his breath a fraction before diving in again.

there's a fire in my heart
and i can't stop it burning down

MILO