Hotaru
She should remember, it’s true, and yet it feels like the first time with how long it’s been. Everything new and bright and intoxicating, previous defenses destroyed, leaving her sensitive and vulnerable to every sensation and action. She should’ve seen it coming - he never has been able to keep his hands off her hair - and yet she still gasps when he pulls it taut, keeping her arched backwards and driving his cock deeper as she unintentionally sinks lower to accommodate.
Ru clenches tight around him as he curls upward to get his mouth on her bare skin, tugging uselessly with the desire to meet him, serving only to put pressure on the roots of her hair the sends tingles down her spine. “Fuck, fuck,” she chants in a breathy whine as his growl vibrates down into her bones. Feral, unhinged, and she loves it. Wants to see him completely unchained, free of any doubts and ghosts, and her hips rock urgently as she wriggles and strains for the chance to.
Sunjata gives it to her moments before she is ready to beg. Allowing her the chance to soak in how he looks laid out against the rocks, sunkissed and drenched, marked by her mouth and hands. He’s so gorgeous it hurts. And she craves. He releases the reigns, and Hotaru takes the freedom he has given her and runs with it.
Planting her feet into the silt she begins to bounce - slow and hard, the slap of their wet skin as she drops back down lewd and loud. Hotaru pants softly with each impact, the drive of his cock pushing the air out of her lungs. “Feel you so deep,” she moans breathlessly, alternating by grinding in circles again before lifting up to drive back down again. “Could keep you here all day,” she purrs threateningly, leaning forward and bracing her elbows against his shoulders for a shallower bounce. Rocking herself forward and backward over his body, using him like a toy as she shudders and moans, the girth of his cock more obvious at this angle. Her hands find each side of his throat from where she’s braced, and her thumbs meet just below the curve in his throat - exerting pressure slowly, to give him those sparks from reduced oxygen without going too far.
Ru clenches tight around him as he curls upward to get his mouth on her bare skin, tugging uselessly with the desire to meet him, serving only to put pressure on the roots of her hair the sends tingles down her spine. “Fuck, fuck,” she chants in a breathy whine as his growl vibrates down into her bones. Feral, unhinged, and she loves it. Wants to see him completely unchained, free of any doubts and ghosts, and her hips rock urgently as she wriggles and strains for the chance to.
Sunjata gives it to her moments before she is ready to beg. Allowing her the chance to soak in how he looks laid out against the rocks, sunkissed and drenched, marked by her mouth and hands. He’s so gorgeous it hurts. And she craves. He releases the reigns, and Hotaru takes the freedom he has given her and runs with it.
Planting her feet into the silt she begins to bounce - slow and hard, the slap of their wet skin as she drops back down lewd and loud. Hotaru pants softly with each impact, the drive of his cock pushing the air out of her lungs. “Feel you so deep,” she moans breathlessly, alternating by grinding in circles again before lifting up to drive back down again. “Could keep you here all day,” she purrs threateningly, leaning forward and bracing her elbows against his shoulders for a shallower bounce. Rocking herself forward and backward over his body, using him like a toy as she shudders and moans, the girth of his cock more obvious at this angle. Her hands find each side of his throat from where she’s braced, and her thumbs meet just below the curve in his throat - exerting pressure slowly, to give him those sparks from reduced oxygen without going too far.
Now you can quit, you can cave in
but just know you're not beyond saving
but just know you're not beyond saving
