ᅠᅠ﹑ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ ‍𝑓𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 ‍⁎𝙿𝙾𝙴𝚃

⠀⠀⠀⠀i⠀⠀⠀⠀__HEARD⠀⠀⠀⠀a⠀⠀⠀⠀lumbering⠀⠀⠀⠀in⠀⠀⠀⠀the⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ "

[ᅠᅠ﹑ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ ‍𝑓𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 ‍⁎𝙿𝙾𝙴𝚃 @preydrives]

"you can stop moping." ⠀ orbiting in @stillgallows' periphery——brows knit, ⠀ enough of this already. ⠀ "will you speak to me? ⠀ you're a little too old to be cold shouldering me."

[ᅠᅠ﹑ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ ‍𝑓𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 ‍⁎𝙿𝙾𝙴𝚃 @preydrives]

@warsdorn the ink on his nape peeking over the collar.

"my trousers too," ⠀ roach slurs, ⠀ eyeing the wound oozing at his thigh, ⠀ "or you gonna peel them off me when we get to your place?"

[ᅠᅠ﹑ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ ‍𝑓𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 ‍⁎𝙿𝙾𝙴𝚃 @preydrives]

@warsdorn distantly, ⠀ he's cognizant of how this is going to play out. ⠀ second location, ⠀ an interrogation. ⠀ proper, ⠀ if this guy's been trained. ⠀ ..bridges and crossing and whatever else, ⠀ not as he's close to keeling over. ⠀ the shirt slips down his shoulders,

[ᅠᅠ﹑ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ ‍𝑓𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 ‍⁎𝙿𝙾𝙴𝚃 @preydrives]

@phasitious eyes open to watch her: ⠀ every twitch, ⠀ every breath as he slicks her with his saliva, ⠀ his tongue directing attention towards that bundle of nerves. ⠀ he wants to see her, ⠀ needs to know he's doing 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥.

[ᅠᅠ﹑ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ ‍𝑓𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 ‍⁎𝙿𝙾𝙴𝚃 @preydrives]

@phasitious his eyes flutter shut. ⠀ this for h͟im. savors the taste of her, ⠀ the scent of salt and sweat.⠀ broad, ⠀ wet drags of muscle against her folds. ⠀ "have to warm her up," ⠀ murmured, ⠀ more to himself than james, ⠀ the heat of his breath ghosting over her.

[ᅠᅠ﹑ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ ‍𝑓𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 ‍⁎𝙿𝙾𝙴𝚃 @preydrives]

@phasitious "please?"⠀ polite, ⠀ when he knows to be. ⠀

[ᅠᅠ﹑ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ ‍𝑓𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 ‍⁎𝙿𝙾𝙴𝚃 @preydrives]

@phasitious button pops quick and and roach is there, ⠀ peppering kisses down her navel, ⠀ lips dragging down to the elastic of her boxers. ⠀ fingers tease at the hem, ⠀ dipping between frabic and skin. ⠀ a chin rests on her abdomen, ⠀ those wide, ⠀ hungry eyes staring up at her now.

[ᅠᅠ﹑ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ ‍𝑓𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 ‍⁎𝙿𝙾𝙴𝚃 @preydrives]

@phasitious and roach knows how to bark. ⠀ jaw tilts up and up, ⠀ still smells the coffee on her breath. ⠀ he leans for a taste, ⠀ chasing the feel of her lips unto his. ⠀ "how far?"

[ᅠᅠ﹑ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ ‍𝑓𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 ‍⁎𝙿𝙾𝙴𝚃 @preydrives]

@phasitious something lights, ⠀ some low–hum, ⠀ undercurrent of static under his skin;⠀ leaning into touch like her warmth is the sun's. ⠀ "it's been said about me,"⠀ commendation after commendation, ⠀ can't help that his pride bleeds into his tone: ⠀ a good dog knows how to heel.

[ᅠᅠ﹑ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ ‍𝑓𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 ‍⁎𝙿𝙾𝙴𝚃 @preydrives]

@phasitious settle, ⠀ wetting the skin of his lip.

[ᅠᅠ﹑ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ ‍𝑓𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 ‍⁎𝙿𝙾𝙴𝚃 @preydrives]

@phasitious "alright," ⠀ and a breath. ⠀ just like that, ⠀ post–engagement reports are forgotten. ⠀ out of his chair; ⠀ unto knees, ⠀ palms second as he crawls forward. ⠀ heat flushes his cheeks, ⠀ the tips of his ears, ⠀ and he maps the lines of her figure before his eyes finally