softness has garnered me nothing but misery
"Shhhh," she manages to say through the soft bubbling of laughter in her throat as she moves to press her finger to his lips. "Let me pretend I've somehow perfectly convinced you. Maybe it's my ego that needs to be stroked today." Though the sort of stroking he's doing instead makes her wriggle in his lap, skin unfairly sensitive and ticklish in a way his is resistant to. It's a sweet sort of torture, wanting his hands on her but the light nature of it teasing her nerves.
"I'm sure we could make you cry from pleasure alone." It's a promise, dark and sultry, already envisioning pulling Nate aside when he comes home and whispering all these plans in his ear. Watching his eyes that match hers so well darken and sharpen with want. Somehow it makes her miss him all the more. Miss the physical connection they've yet to indulge in since she made her way home to them.
"Because you're the perfect target of course." Though Hotaru would be more than happy to do the same to Nate, were it not for the problems being Ascended brought to the bedroom. Except apparently there's a fix for that now too? Excitement lights up her eyes like a child on Christmas. "I'm only hearing of this place now? I have so many ideas, we're going to have to be there for some time." How many times has she envisioned doing more for Nate than offering a vein? How often has she dreamed of her boys tangled together, sweaty and moaning as they break each other down into pleasurable ruin? It makes her navel tighten, and Sunjata readjusting certainly does nothing to help that. Hotaru widens her knees and settles more firmly in his lap, her hand moving from his hair to wrap gently around his throat, a slight pressure to tilt his head back as she presses kisses up his skin to the striking cut of his jaw. Sideways to kiss over his pulsepoint. "I think I deserve a little reunion with those cuffs after all, huh? Maybe lock you both together." It's whispered against his skin, lips quirking into a smirk as she recalls the very first time they'd fucked. Her lightning over his skin, his hands pressing bruises into the alabaster of her own, marks she'd traced and mimicked for days after.
"I'm sure we could make you cry from pleasure alone." It's a promise, dark and sultry, already envisioning pulling Nate aside when he comes home and whispering all these plans in his ear. Watching his eyes that match hers so well darken and sharpen with want. Somehow it makes her miss him all the more. Miss the physical connection they've yet to indulge in since she made her way home to them.
"Because you're the perfect target of course." Though Hotaru would be more than happy to do the same to Nate, were it not for the problems being Ascended brought to the bedroom. Except apparently there's a fix for that now too? Excitement lights up her eyes like a child on Christmas. "I'm only hearing of this place now? I have so many ideas, we're going to have to be there for some time." How many times has she envisioned doing more for Nate than offering a vein? How often has she dreamed of her boys tangled together, sweaty and moaning as they break each other down into pleasurable ruin? It makes her navel tighten, and Sunjata readjusting certainly does nothing to help that. Hotaru widens her knees and settles more firmly in his lap, her hand moving from his hair to wrap gently around his throat, a slight pressure to tilt his head back as she presses kisses up his skin to the striking cut of his jaw. Sideways to kiss over his pulsepoint. "I think I deserve a little reunion with those cuffs after all, huh? Maybe lock you both together." It's whispered against his skin, lips quirking into a smirk as she recalls the very first time they'd fucked. Her lightning over his skin, his hands pressing bruises into the alabaster of her own, marks she'd traced and mimicked for days after.
