a pretty girl asks you what you want to do, and you want her to pretend to be a cat. pretty sure that makes you that kinky, Robin Hood.
Nero's moving her hand and her tongue in opposite directions. one has traveled along the contours of his neck up to his ear, where she's back on her toes to whisper another, huskier meow into it. the hand, meanwhile, finds its way south. not so far south as to forget the game and try and pounce back into the action, but towards his ribs. fingertips still pawing, but now at more sensitive skin.
were you joking? were you?? because Robin didn't make that kind of sound before. galvanized, she continues to clean wine off of his face. a brave leg steps forward between his knees. upper bone of her hip coming into contact with the head of his body between his legs. ]
Pet me. Nyaaa~
[ and he does!! the fingers in her hair push her forward. turn the curves of her tongue into kisses on his jaw. he's so much taller than her that, when Nero slides back down onto the weight of her heels, she's against the warmth of his sticky chest. kissing around his nipples, like he had for her back against the tree. that time that she could keep returning to with pleasant, fluttering flutters in her chest.
she didn't want to talk about it either. the feeling, the confessions she'd shouted out in anger that had already evaporated completely. Nero wanted him, for whatever that was worth - and to keep touching him. turning the tickle at his ribs into a laugh that she leans her head into, so she could hear the way it started in his diaphragm and fought its way out of his lungs. to then kiss the same path - remember, he likes the tongue, likes cats that can fuck him! - and puts a few crisscrossed his abs. each one tasting different. some of wine, some of bark, some of wool and tobacco smoke. ]
Umu - but you requested that I be a cat! Thus I shall be a good kitty for you. Meow~~
[ And now, his hand losing itself among the loose hair that had begun a braid, and her eyes turning upwards to meet his half-lidded gaze - Nero starts again. eases lower, mid-abdomen. with a pink tongue rolling over the unevenness of his chest, the salt-sweet taste she's made of his skin, slowly - slowly - slowly up his chest, the full length of him that makes her strain on the tips of her big toes -
till she's dry in the mouth and tipping his head back with her forehead. putting a final sealing kiss right beneath his chin. a purr into his throat, where her teeth could bite into his Adam's apple but doesn't. letting him feel her mouth on that vulnerable part. a lion that could snap its jaws and crush you with the same mouth it carries a beloved kitten in. ]
don't make a pussy pun, don't make a pussy pun...
a pretty girl asks you what you want to do, and you want her to pretend to be a cat. pretty sure that makes you that kinky, Robin Hood.
Nero's moving her hand and her tongue in opposite directions. one has traveled along the contours of his neck up to his ear, where she's back on her toes to whisper another, huskier meow into it. the hand, meanwhile, finds its way south. not so far south as to forget the game and try and pounce back into the action, but towards his ribs. fingertips still pawing, but now at more sensitive skin.
were you joking? were you?? because Robin didn't make that kind of sound before. galvanized, she continues to clean wine off of his face. a brave leg steps forward between his knees. upper bone of her hip coming into contact with the head of his body between his legs. ]
Pet me. Nyaaa~
[ and he does!! the fingers in her hair push her forward. turn the curves of her tongue into kisses on his jaw. he's so much taller than her that, when Nero slides back down onto the weight of her heels, she's against the warmth of his sticky chest. kissing around his nipples, like he had for her back against the tree. that time that she could keep returning to with pleasant, fluttering flutters in her chest.
she didn't want to talk about it either. the feeling, the confessions she'd shouted out in anger that had already evaporated completely. Nero wanted him, for whatever that was worth - and to keep touching him. turning the tickle at his ribs into a laugh that she leans her head into, so she could hear the way it started in his diaphragm and fought its way out of his lungs. to then kiss the same path - remember, he likes the tongue, likes cats that can fuck him! - and puts a few crisscrossed his abs. each one tasting different. some of wine, some of bark, some of wool and tobacco smoke. ]
Umu - but you requested that I be a cat! Thus I shall be a good kitty for you. Meow~~
[ And now, his hand losing itself among the loose hair that had begun a braid, and her eyes turning upwards to meet his half-lidded gaze - Nero starts again. eases lower, mid-abdomen. with a pink tongue rolling over the unevenness of his chest, the salt-sweet taste she's made of his skin, slowly - slowly - slowly up his chest, the full length of him that makes her strain on the tips of her big toes -
till she's dry in the mouth and tipping his head back with her forehead. putting a final sealing kiss right beneath his chin. a purr into his throat, where her teeth could bite into his Adam's apple but doesn't. letting him feel her mouth on that vulnerable part. a lion that could snap its jaws and crush you with the same mouth it carries a beloved kitten in. ]