honey, i rose up from the dead. i do it all the time
She can chastise him later for being in the moment, because right now he’s starting to fall apart, and he’s not quite out of the adrenaline spike and sensation of the room to realize just how short of time it’s taken him to finish. He can kick his own ass about it later. But he’s got her in a devouring kiss, tinged with the hint of fluid from how hard he presses. Eventually, though, he withdraws as much as he can, hands shifting to support her as the silver flush makes itself known along his neck and cheeks as she leans in to kiss him.
He does manage a huff of a sound, an agreement, because they’re not done and now he can try to get a handle on himself. So he adjusts her arms to loop around his neck and shoulders, lifting her flush against him and presses his metal arm to the small of her back, following her instruction to head toward the soft, fuzzy bed. He lays her down gently, hovering over her to press a kiss to her lips that trails along her skin to her chest, before his gaze lifts to her face again and he lifts himself up a bit higher. “Well, where are you going to start?” He purrs, a catlike smirk on his face while his right hand slips back under the skirt, fingers slipping in to press a ghostlike touch along her clit to keep her on edge as if the room itself wasn’t already doing that for them. He has to make it just an ounce more difficult, after all.
He does manage a huff of a sound, an agreement, because they’re not done and now he can try to get a handle on himself. So he adjusts her arms to loop around his neck and shoulders, lifting her flush against him and presses his metal arm to the small of her back, following her instruction to head toward the soft, fuzzy bed. He lays her down gently, hovering over her to press a kiss to her lips that trails along her skin to her chest, before his gaze lifts to her face again and he lifts himself up a bit higher. “Well, where are you going to start?” He purrs, a catlike smirk on his face while his right hand slips back under the skirt, fingers slipping in to press a ghostlike touch along her clit to keep her on edge as if the room itself wasn’t already doing that for them. He has to make it just an ounce more difficult, after all.
VARUS
