Deimos
An all-consuming thing, sudden and devouring, and there was some personal challenge warped into his mind for later purposes – silent and readied for other, future measures. But they could curl and contort around one another all they wished for the instant, even if he couldn’t help but snort at the actions, before drawing after, permitting the unraveling, the unfurling. Piercing behind his eyes and clustering around his abdomen, undulation and rippling of muscles as she drew forth and he released, breathless and wanton. Her name could’ve been on his lips, or a more guttural exhalation through his chest; he wouldn’t know anymore, the machinating angles of his mind distorted with rapt, eager pleasure.
Followed by a laugh, as they sank back against cushions and pillows, the billowing air surrounding in embers and facets once more – his hand reaching to tuck a tendril of crimson hair behind her ear, content and sated for the moment.
{FIN <3}
Followed by a laugh, as they sank back against cushions and pillows, the billowing air surrounding in embers and facets once more – his hand reaching to tuck a tendril of crimson hair behind her ear, content and sated for the moment.
{FIN <3}
it's not the waking, it's the rising
It's the fire it ignites
It's the fire it ignites
