3 hours ago
He strokes her. Very gently. She can sense the argent strands beneath his tongue. Rough. Sandpaper. He is careful not to beset her. She can feel herself through him. His breath. Her skin.
She pulls back, ears brushing past the wet edge of Cen’s jaw to look up into all he allows her to see of himself.
Biology designed their dance, and now fear had timed it. In each tremor of pleasure she knew they would pay with an equal measure of pain. And yet— her nose falls, moving to graze the hollow of Cen’s chest, her lips arriving after.
“I believe you,” Iglux̂ murmurs there, softly, avidly; reaching for this tender idea of home.
She pulls back, ears brushing past the wet edge of Cen’s jaw to look up into all he allows her to see of himself.
Biology designed their dance, and now fear had timed it. In each tremor of pleasure she knew they would pay with an equal measure of pain. And yet— her nose falls, moving to graze the hollow of Cen’s chest, her lips arriving after.
“I believe you,” Iglux̂ murmurs there, softly, avidly; reaching for this tender idea of home.
