// not yet corpses, still we rot //
Her pants slip off with surprising ease, though the lifting of her hips certainly help. And he hums a wordless appreciation of it as he gives his focus elsewhere, shrugging out of the shirt to let it drop to the floor along with hers, before his hands find her again, as his lips find her chest and a lust driven blue gaze finds hers in the lowlight of the room. Goosebumps rise along his skin and he plunges down, kisses pressed to one of her breasts before his lips and tongue find her nipple, his hand toying with her other breast, while his metal hand shifts her legs up a bit higher to rest along his shoulders.
He’s surprisingly breathless for someone that doesn’t need breath, and the metal hand replaces his lips as he sinks further down, leaving a trail of kisses and lingering attentions to her stomach and each of her thighs as he sinks down and down her body. “Good.” He says quite distractedly as he focuses on answering her prior comment (he’s been distracted, who can blame him?) “Means I get to take my time with this.” He teases her with a breathy laugh, the Ascended growing a fanged smirk that he’s sure Isla might be able to feel against her thigh.
He’s surprisingly breathless for someone that doesn’t need breath, and the metal hand replaces his lips as he sinks further down, leaving a trail of kisses and lingering attentions to her stomach and each of her thighs as he sinks down and down her body. “Good.” He says quite distractedly as he focuses on answering her prior comment (he’s been distracted, who can blame him?) “Means I get to take my time with this.” He teases her with a breathy laugh, the Ascended growing a fanged smirk that he’s sure Isla might be able to feel against her thigh.
VARUS
