K O A
and they will shake their heads
and wag their bony fingers
and wag their bony fingers
He half expects her to say no, despite a history of past success, and so it is with the greatest, most wondering grin of the night that Koa responds to Soh's breathless permission, his heartbeat thundering in his chest. "Good." He wastes no time, gives her no opportunity to second-guess him - worried, perhaps, that she'll come to her senses, realized he's a rake and a knave and unworthy of this gift.
Koa slides around to her side of the table, legs astride the length of the bench. One hand keeps hers clasped within his; the other reaches to caress her, dancing over an angled cheek before dipping to her neck. He smiles at her, basking in the anticipation, the heat that radiates between them in the aching breaths before... before...
...and then every breath before is over, and all that remains is the brush of her mouth on his.
Ah, sweet victory. Every moment of the night was a stepping stone to this one, melting like snowfall in springtime to nourish the blooming beauty of her rosebuds lips. His mouth is warm and experienced against hers, but he doesn't push, not too much - just enough to tell her he wants it, that he's savoring every sensation, each taste.
It's after no time and also forever that he finally breaks away, drawing back with an exhalation and a flush dark on his cheeks. "How was that?" Copper eyes peer down into silver, warm and self-satisfied and confident and eager for confirmation of his skill. If you were to ask him it was excellent - but then, he's biased.
And a horny boy.
Koa slides around to her side of the table, legs astride the length of the bench. One hand keeps hers clasped within his; the other reaches to caress her, dancing over an angled cheek before dipping to her neck. He smiles at her, basking in the anticipation, the heat that radiates between them in the aching breaths before... before...
...and then every breath before is over, and all that remains is the brush of her mouth on his.
Ah, sweet victory. Every moment of the night was a stepping stone to this one, melting like snowfall in springtime to nourish the blooming beauty of her rosebuds lips. His mouth is warm and experienced against hers, but he doesn't push, not too much - just enough to tell her he wants it, that he's savoring every sensation, each taste.
It's after no time and also forever that he finally breaks away, drawing back with an exhalation and a flush dark on his cheeks. "How was that?" Copper eyes peer down into silver, warm and self-satisfied and confident and eager for confirmation of his skill. If you were to ask him it was excellent - but then, he's biased.
And a horny boy.
in all the wrong directions—
and by daybreak we'll be gone
and by daybreak we'll be gone
