—— uncomfortableness that this woman provided. For with this and the last kiss they shared carried the disgusting taste of sin upon her lush, sweet lips and death upon her tongue. But this was not unfamiliar, nor entirely unwelcome. This darkness was almost... homely.
Theo could never get used to this feeling or how repulsive it was to his very existence. Not the feeling of the tongue that invaded his mouth to engage in a dance with his own. In which, she vied for control just as she did in regular conversation and similarly, he initially ——
Too much, really, which is why the tips of her fingers teased to pull every piece of his clothes off. She tasted the inside of his mouth, but what about everything else? Oh, she fantasized about it so often—to wetten him with this darkness that throbbed from her id.
—— grip onto her wrist–his next action was to resist this response. To fall into temptation, serving as a guide as his fingers overlapped Rusalka's own, marionetting them so they curled underneath his well endowed girth.
But this too was a mere triviality in the face of the ——
Raising a brow at the statement, there was a momentary silence as Theo weighed the pros and cons of trusting this ham that he'd just met. However, years of trauma and distrust wouldn't allow him to do so even if it seemed safe. At least…not easily.
"Alright, how about this. ——
`` Whatever you say dude , I'll eventually know it in due time anyway . ``
It wasn't a threat but moreso an outcome that would eventually just have to happen at the end of it all now .
—— tilted head avoided their noses from impacting, closed eyes allowed his focus to be on nothing but the sensation of their touch and the smallest hint of the emotions that were usually kept sealed away.
"i don't..."
Before he could finish protesting against her words, the pinching of his cheek stopped Theo dead in his tracks. It had an effect on him that was neither the expected anger nor dumbfoundedness, but amusement. He—in a moment of scarcity—began to laugh at the ——
—— truly like me or if this is all a game to you."
Reversing her earlier act of guiding his chin upwards, Theo tilted her own at a slightly elevated angle so that his lips could press into her own in a soft, short-lived smooch. However, the second had a longer duration.
A —–