VARUS
Varus hums in response, rocking his hips as he gets rid of his pants, shrugging them off to join hers before he hovers again, stroking her gently. “Keep it spicy, mm?” He teases, rolling his hips into her hand, smirking against the way she cuts herself off because of him.
He hovers closer, breaking the kiss when she nips his lower lip, trying his best to keep himself restrained. He applies a bit more pressure to the fingers that tease and taunt her, his head tilting into the hand of hers that’s in his dark hair, his hips pressing in closer with a hint more vigor than before. And after a few moments he dives in to press long, open mouthed kisses to her neck. “How much more?” He purrs, slipping a finger inside her, to rock with the same speed and motion that his hips take.
He hovers closer, breaking the kiss when she nips his lower lip, trying his best to keep himself restrained. He applies a bit more pressure to the fingers that tease and taunt her, his head tilting into the hand of hers that’s in his dark hair, his hips pressing in closer with a hint more vigor than before. And after a few moments he dives in to press long, open mouthed kisses to her neck. “How much more?” He purrs, slipping a finger inside her, to rock with the same speed and motion that his hips take.
stories without a few let downs are boring when told
perfection and poems are a lie when it all unfolds
perfection and poems are a lie when it all unfolds
