[ Her easy acceptance threatens to make him shake. His teeth are on her throat and her skin gives beneath the fingers that dig in, greedily, on the meat of her upper thigh, his eyes squeeze shut so tight he sees a splash of brightness behind them.
How easy it would be to kiss, to bite a bruise on her throat, something to remember him by. He refrains, but only because she's squeezed his heart so sweet and there's so much more of her to taste. The next of his kisses lands on her collarbone. On the hollow of her throat. Again, as far down as that opening in her blouse allows, and the thud of her heart under his lips makes him prickle. His metal palm follows but deviates to the side, it pushes up along her ribs to her breast, and catches a curling lock of her hair between thumb and index finger to push it against his lips, so he can scent it.
The other has already discovered the way she fills out her lacy panties, more relieved than he can say that he knows what to do with this, thank the stars. ]
What satisfies you.
[ It takes so much, to dare to give voice to what he wants, so used to how little puppets are regarded. ]
no subject
[ Her easy acceptance threatens to make him shake. His teeth are on her throat and her skin gives beneath the fingers that dig in, greedily, on the meat of her upper thigh, his eyes squeeze shut so tight he sees a splash of brightness behind them.
How easy it would be to kiss, to bite a bruise on her throat, something to remember him by. He refrains, but only because she's squeezed his heart so sweet and there's so much more of her to taste. The next of his kisses lands on her collarbone. On the hollow of her throat. Again, as far down as that opening in her blouse allows, and the thud of her heart under his lips makes him prickle. His metal palm follows but deviates to the side, it pushes up along her ribs to her breast, and catches a curling lock of her hair between thumb and index finger to push it against his lips, so he can scent it.
The other has already discovered the way she fills out her lacy panties, more relieved than he can say that he knows what to do with this, thank the stars. ]
What satisfies you.
[ It takes so much, to dare to give voice to what he wants, so used to how little puppets are regarded. ]
And I don't know enough.