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?

“I want to.” He murmurs, focused entirely on what he doesn’t want to come out of this if the main option was to fail. It’s better to have both, in his opinion (and expertise, at least). But then he’s hovering over her, hands running along the outside of her thighs, lining them up as he stakes his claim again on her neck, pulling away only when she wishes to capture his lips with her own. He gives into her, until he can’t and his head dives against her neck once more, panting against her skin as she whines.

It spurs him on, those hands at her thighs growing a bit more possessive as he plants his feet, and in a swift movement he growls against her skin, biting down another mark along her shoulder, and thrusts forward to sink his cock into her warmth. He buries himself into her, trembling and shuddering as he fills her, the hands at her thighs digging in, the wings at his back twitch and tremble and flare out slightly. But he pulls his head back with a groan, aiming to catch her lips with his again, focused on tangling their tongues as he pulls out only to press back into her, focused on the feel of her, of the sounds he might be able to get her to make.

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