Koa
Isn't it messed up,
How I'm just dying to be him?
How I'm just dying to be him?
He's close enough to smell her, a rich, heady smell of salt and spirits and expensive perfume, and suddenly he very much remembers what it felt like to arch against the curve of her body, to explore with naïve, youthful abandon the contours of her skin. He's older now, but no less horny human - certainly not immune to the press of a lithe body, or the vulnerable position he's put himself in.
His eyes grow wide as she thrusts backwards, and oh boy, does that hit pack a punch. Not a painful one, maybe, but one she'll likely notice, as his body reacts accordingly to having an ass grind on his groin. It's a flare of pleasure that's quickly complicated by the feel of a heel on his boot (might get some weird kinks from that one), Koa yelping more in surprise than pain as he pulls away from Flora, his copper eyes wide and his broad cheeks hot. "That's fighting dirty," the boy accuses, though whether in reference to the heel or the twerking isn't clear.
But the grin on his flush face is fierce and hungry, and when he flexes in preparation he knows how it looks. "Not bad, but I know you can hit harder than that." From personal experience as it happens, but this time at least he's ready for her claws. Koa adopts a defensive stance, waiting for Flora to make a move on him, his eyebrows rising in invitation as he waits for whatever she has to throw.
Pipsqueak, meanwhile, has absconded with the feather, and now is trying to bury it not far away.
His eyes grow wide as she thrusts backwards, and oh boy, does that hit pack a punch. Not a painful one, maybe, but one she'll likely notice, as his body reacts accordingly to having an ass grind on his groin. It's a flare of pleasure that's quickly complicated by the feel of a heel on his boot (might get some weird kinks from that one), Koa yelping more in surprise than pain as he pulls away from Flora, his copper eyes wide and his broad cheeks hot. "That's fighting dirty," the boy accuses, though whether in reference to the heel or the twerking isn't clear.
But the grin on his flush face is fierce and hungry, and when he flexes in preparation he knows how it looks. "Not bad, but I know you can hit harder than that." From personal experience as it happens, but this time at least he's ready for her claws. Koa adopts a defensive stance, waiting for Flora to make a move on him, his eyebrows rising in invitation as he waits for whatever she has to throw.
Pipsqueak, meanwhile, has absconded with the feather, and now is trying to bury it not far away.
I'm just a notch in your bedpost,
but you're just a line in a song
but you're just a line in a song
