I'll sweep the stardust for you

SUNJATA

the flood

but am i too late? or hearts to your spades,
if i don't suit you? then what do you want from me?

She’s made herself quite at home atop his desk when he rounds back to her. But she’s quick to slip off of the surface, quick to instruct him to turn and lean against the desk, and this? This he can do. He turns with her, hands shifting to claws that brace against the desk, wings raised to drape over the edges, away from the flame at the end. He slouches a fraction, if only to make it easier for her to reach him, and he waits with a bit of baited breath as she presses her lips against his neck, against the mark that’s sore and red there, before she’s trailing down.

His heart thunders in anticipation, a breath of a sigh leaving him as she relieves the pressure of his pants, but it doesn’t end there. A clawed hand rises to run along her shoulder, to run a talon along her neck ever so gently, his hand stuttering when she’s finally begun to run her fingers along his cock. He sucks in a sharp breath, a hiss leaving him as she moves to pull the rest of his clothes off slowly, his hips instinctively wishing to press forward with the attention brought there.

But he doesn’t, instead, he plants his feet a bit more comfortably, leans back on that one hand a bit harder, watching her with that sharp slit steel gaze, waiting through the torture.

so we're not written in the stars,
but i'm okay with that. i'm okay with anything