honey, i rose up from the dead. i do it all the time
“Much.” He’s quick to respond, continuing his idle dance between hovering above her and letting her figure it out while his hand is busy, as well as trying not to give it away so he can feel all of her skin against him. It’s a powerful motivator to help guide her, even as she loosens the buckle she’s found and it loosens the leather around his shoulders, opening up the front of it for her to be able to run her hands along his chest and shoulders, his collarbone and the column of his neck.
Her hips rock against his fingers and he continues to keep the idle stroke and circling going, readjusting fluidly to plant himself between her legs on his knees so that he can get his other hand free. “Now…” He hums, reaching for her hand to run it along his chest toward his hip, to another small hidden section where another buckle sits, he waits for her to undo that before the shirt’s fully opened, baring his torso for her. Then all that’s left are the pants with the padding, the extra loops and buckles that keep him somewhat trapped, hugging at his thighs. Still, he’s malleable enough for her to take the shirt off, withdrawing his hand from her when she chooses to so that he can slip it from his arms.
Her hips rock against his fingers and he continues to keep the idle stroke and circling going, readjusting fluidly to plant himself between her legs on his knees so that he can get his other hand free. “Now…” He hums, reaching for her hand to run it along his chest toward his hip, to another small hidden section where another buckle sits, he waits for her to undo that before the shirt’s fully opened, baring his torso for her. Then all that’s left are the pants with the padding, the extra loops and buckles that keep him somewhat trapped, hugging at his thighs. Still, he’s malleable enough for her to take the shirt off, withdrawing his hand from her when she chooses to so that he can slip it from his arms.
VARUS
