mild amusement forms into repeated blinks from this unexpected reaction, even getting a short hum. limbs hoisted as t———shirt is off in one swipe / strands curtain as her head lowers. a blink of two, slow, like the artificial
( breath hitches; even with her request —- even with knowing that he would only grant it, seeing her like this is still profound. marble flooring cooling to the touch when he stepped into the bathroom / settling her unto toilet seat
drowsiness written across mien, it presses cheekbone against the collarbone almost instantly. small shake of head .. there’s no use. 〝 I just need painkillers.⠀〞 palm slithering up ——— reaching to rest an arm around nape; reeling herself close.
( his pout is gentle in that way — so warm and so incredibly fond : a complete opposite of usual intimidation. the sense of urgency radiating from the sluggish ravenette prompts him to shift from shared blankets to stand before her
〝 No...⠀〞 hushed, shaky / shaking the head shortly .. collecting the strength to glance up. hint of a whimper, defeated: another rare display on her behalf. 〝 I feel terrible … I’m a second away from puking.⠀〞
you look like shit. ( and oh, it’s a heady thing, that arrogance. even still, the caresses doesn’t seize —- the odd attitude puts himself on edge just as much as the clipped legged spider beside him. )
you alright..?
( a brow arches, curious pout playing at the edges of his lips. her sheepish groans dips to a purr, deceptively soft, an imitation of restlessness. he reached out to place a tattooed hand atop her head / caressing scalp gently. )
it’s almost deafening ——— how he’s right / how hips are thrown back in a rhythm akin to a jackhammer. a few broke, panted curses under her breath ——— choking on muttered pleas for more.
body propped onto elbows / significant weight meeting pillowy —- roll to fuck himself into gaping pussy. massive hand applies pressure to separate one cheek from another. doesn’t she hear it (?) how much her body have fallen for him.
that’s … if he managed to find out as stated. yet there she is: hiding the face demonstrating mere guilt / sounds of clashing skin ringing in the tarantula's ear.
so accepting. does she think he’ll be welcoming her back / with open arms if he were to find out whose been stirring her guts while they weren’t together? even now, gripped so tight / urging cock to batter into her womb,