EVEREST
Everest, who has all but trained Mateo out of giving him compliments over the years, knows what he looks like objectively but has only a vague sense of how it might come across to others. Only now that he's staring at Isla, gaping at the perfection of her, does it occur to him that he might be looked upon the same way. Well, not the same way of course. Curls, blue eyes, and strong hands were nothing compared to the brilliance of Isla's star-blue stare or the way he felt drawn to map every inch of her body with the most dedicated of touches.
"Okay." Breathlessly said but appreciative of the warning, Ever is a statue before the Remedy's ministrations as his heart runs away with the last shreds of ability to think clearly, at least until she draws him out of his clothing. Whether or not he's well-endowed or if Mateo had just been complimenting him as a friend, Ever has no real metric for, so it's with no concern for whether or not he's physically adequate for what's to come that he moves to meet the Remedy.
Moaning feverishly against Isla's mouth, as his cock is finally free and able to point where it wants to go, the aviator finds his hands busily roving towards the curve of her ass again, this time grasping her firmly with both hands. Though it feels good, problematically good if Isla even wants them to make it onto the bed, even Everest's mild mind is aware that he's probably not meant to just rub his erection against her.
"I..I know I haven't ever before, but I know I won't last long." He whispers against her lips, forcing his hands to rise and for his hips to cease their grinding. "I've heard doing math in your head..?" Gods, if she had any ideas on how he might prevent losing himself 10 seconds in, he was all ears.
"Okay." Breathlessly said but appreciative of the warning, Ever is a statue before the Remedy's ministrations as his heart runs away with the last shreds of ability to think clearly, at least until she draws him out of his clothing. Whether or not he's well-endowed or if Mateo had just been complimenting him as a friend, Ever has no real metric for, so it's with no concern for whether or not he's physically adequate for what's to come that he moves to meet the Remedy.
Moaning feverishly against Isla's mouth, as his cock is finally free and able to point where it wants to go, the aviator finds his hands busily roving towards the curve of her ass again, this time grasping her firmly with both hands. Though it feels good, problematically good if Isla even wants them to make it onto the bed, even Everest's mild mind is aware that he's probably not meant to just rub his erection against her.
"I..I know I haven't ever before, but I know I won't last long." He whispers against her lips, forcing his hands to rise and for his hips to cease their grinding. "I've heard doing math in your head..?" Gods, if she had any ideas on how he might prevent losing himself 10 seconds in, he was all ears.
the boards will still creak
the leaves will still die
the leaves will still die
