first off, you should know, that my light's on but i ain't home
Oh how he could absolutely lose himself here for a bit, distracted as all else between her thighs, drawing her to that tipping point so easily that he isn’t sure it’s even worth thinking of anything else at this point. Her thighs tighten around his head and he buries himself into her as that tether snaps, feeling the intensity of it clench around his finger, feels the warmth of her as that creating wave is met, and he takes it all rather greedily.
He withdraws enough to catch his breath, to help her dislodge her legs from his shoulders, and he can feel the slight tremble in her muscles as she beckons him up. He’s helpless to ignore it, however, craving the touch as much as anyone would in this situation. His knees pop as he rises, moving to climb onto the softness of the bed, hovering over her and claiming her lips with a decisive need before they part to try and catch their breaths. He continues his pursuit, however, inhaling shallow breaths as he presses his kisses to her neck, even as her hand cups his cheek.
“Mmm, I think the jury is still out.” He murmurs, distractedly, as he decides to leave a mark along her neck, sucking in the skin there with the brush of sharp teeth, before he’s pulling back a bit more fully, hovering over her with one hand finding its way to the small of her back, while the other he uses to prop himself up, tangling in her dark hair.
His smoldering steel meets her gaze, however, the only discomfort of this position being the pants he still wears that rub uncomfortably against how hard he is, but he pays it little mind as he indulges in her flushing skin.
He withdraws enough to catch his breath, to help her dislodge her legs from his shoulders, and he can feel the slight tremble in her muscles as she beckons him up. He’s helpless to ignore it, however, craving the touch as much as anyone would in this situation. His knees pop as he rises, moving to climb onto the softness of the bed, hovering over her and claiming her lips with a decisive need before they part to try and catch their breaths. He continues his pursuit, however, inhaling shallow breaths as he presses his kisses to her neck, even as her hand cups his cheek.
“Mmm, I think the jury is still out.” He murmurs, distractedly, as he decides to leave a mark along her neck, sucking in the skin there with the brush of sharp teeth, before he’s pulling back a bit more fully, hovering over her with one hand finding its way to the small of her back, while the other he uses to prop himself up, tangling in her dark hair.
His smoldering steel meets her gaze, however, the only discomfort of this position being the pants he still wears that rub uncomfortably against how hard he is, but he pays it little mind as he indulges in her flushing skin.
up high, but i stay low
SuNJATA
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
