VARUS
“Ah, the mask!” He drawls, a smirk rising across his face as he feels her teeth against his skin. “Get this voice of mine inside your head without even moving a muscle…” He trails off, picking up again on the gentle massage, letting the thoughts pour through his mind. It’s almost enough on its own to get him going again, before he shoves it away in the favor of letting her drape against him where he can hold her close, keep her safe, profess just how much he loved her again and again.
He hums a soft laugh after his own misstep, settling again. “Maybe we should just move in.” It’s not a serious idea, but an amusing one nonetheless, until of course she’s purring against his ear and he can feel the sensation with the enhancement of the room start to stir in his gut again. “S’that such a bad thing?” He asks in a whisper, a playful thought occurring to him as he actually intends to press his hips against hers again.
He hums a soft laugh after his own misstep, settling again. “Maybe we should just move in.” It’s not a serious idea, but an amusing one nonetheless, until of course she’s purring against his ear and he can feel the sensation with the enhancement of the room start to stir in his gut again. “S’that such a bad thing?” He asks in a whisper, a playful thought occurring to him as he actually intends to press his hips against hers again.
stories without a few let downs are boring when told
perfection and poems are a lie when it all unfolds
perfection and poems are a lie when it all unfolds
