( Fabric pressed in between his teeth, tying the cloth at the back of his head into a tight knot. )
Thatโll do for a muzzle.
( Hand buried in his hair for a caress, a quiet praise. )
I know you do.
( Chuckling at his pout, fingers brushing on the lower lip jutting out.
Itโd become a favorite of hers โ looking down on the taller male, having him underneath her.
His own red scarf soon stolen. )
Open your mouth.
โBragging much?โ He was absolutely right. And that was one of the plenty reasons she loved him.
Legs came around him, securing on his back and drawing him closer. Cheeks nuzzled against his touch, gaze stuck on his.
โQueen treatment, exactly. &.
His lips mirrored hers, upright into a smile.
Palm raised to her cheek in a delicate caress,
โ I don't need to aim, I always hit my mark.
Especially when it comes to satisfying you.
Queen treatment was it? โ
She welcomed the brush of his lips against hers, warm breaths mingling together โ eyes momentarily fluttering close to savor the brief intimacy. An airy laugh echoed between them right after his response, golden hues yet again trained on him. &.
between his teeth, transitioning to a brush of their lips.
โ No strings need to be pulled for that, though my apologies the desk isn't a suitable throne. โ
Lumine threw her arms around his shoulders, ensuring he wouldnโt be able to pull away. A lazy, playful smile formed on her lips, content with the moment of no distractions between them.
โA throne can be just about anything as long as the treatmentโs right, my dear. &.