Deimos
“I disagree,” contorted and curled on a distinct rumble, intent on stalking and chasing paths of skin, on those notches of breathless gasps. The tug of his hair might’ve been a warning, but with her trapped and snared, he aimed lower. Content and amused with the squeak, and perhaps yearning to produce more reactions, more sounds, more nuances, his mouth traveled down her palm and along the veins of her wrist, teeth lightly nipping, teasing, taunting. There was far more embedded in the piercing factions of his gaze, peeking out of the corner of his eye, before –
Releasing her entirely, and snagging his free hand around the floating marshmallows, plopping them directly into his drink. A very smug grin followed as he leaned back into pillows and cushions again, unbothered by confections still lurking on his nose. "Thank you," a familiar murmur as he took a sip, content with the progress. Her own mug continued its roaming conjectures, listlessly floating on the tethers of his mischief.
Releasing her entirely, and snagging his free hand around the floating marshmallows, plopping them directly into his drink. A very smug grin followed as he leaned back into pillows and cushions again, unbothered by confections still lurking on his nose. "Thank you," a familiar murmur as he took a sip, content with the progress. Her own mug continued its roaming conjectures, listlessly floating on the tethers of his mischief.
it's not the waking, it's the rising
It's the fire it ignites
It's the fire it ignites
