[SE] what else can we do

VARUS

He also gives no fucks about the door being open – his mind is a singular focus right now, entirely and wholly absorbed by the beautiful woman in his arms. Varus hums as her hands roam along his chest, smirks into the kiss as she moans back into his mouth and he’s more than content to swallow it up. “Want you too.” He breathes, hitching when he feels his sensors spike a fraction with the anticipation of the electricity at her fingertips.

He feels her fingertips dance along his neck and chest to the space the metal arm extends from his body, the rest of the arm doing the majority of holding her up and pinning her to the wall. Her hips roll down against him and he aches with need and want, unable to keep the slight gasp from slipping from his throat as his hands abandon her breasts to hoist her up a bit more, against his chest with skin on skin to move toward the bed just so he can actually tear the rest of her clothes off of her. “Pretty sure you’re the perfect one.” He smirks down to her as he sets her down onto the bed, bending over her to catch her lips in another kiss, letting his hands slip down her sides to her pants, working to tug them off of her.

stories without a few let downs are boring when told
perfection and poems are a lie when it all unfolds