show me how it ends, it's alright
I want you to hit me as hard as you can, that's what brims on the tip of Neron's tongue, but of course that isn't the game they are playing here, and he keeps his eyes averted when Morgan reaches for him, examining, deciding, ordering. "I understand," he purrs, hissing in a breath as her fingers plunge into the back of his hair and roughly pull back. The pain isn't much, but it's a promise of something more.
And then there are fingers in his mouth, Neron's eyes slipping shut as he complies, his tongue curling around them. Everything fades to raw touch and feeling, the Hailstorm surrendering to senses that very rarely receive this much attention. Frey's influence certainly helps, and were it not for the command not to move he'd already be unbuttoning his pants to touch himself. Shame, that.
And then there are fingers in his mouth, Neron's eyes slipping shut as he complies, his tongue curling around them. Everything fades to raw touch and feeling, the Hailstorm surrendering to senses that very rarely receive this much attention. Frey's influence certainly helps, and were it not for the command not to move he'd already be unbuttoning his pants to touch himself. Shame, that.
Neron
