[gold and scarlets are hers while he's always been green. what happens when you put the thief in a color meant for kings? he doesn't suddenly gain pride. nor does he find a long lost ego. there's no desire to rule or conquer. it's enough that it can be borrowed, just like her. sitting on his hips while a halting cry bounces off walls and echoes in his ears.
travels down to his cock where he throbs against those much more confined, much softer walls. his fingers squeeze on her hips gently, his own sound lodged in his throat. a few weeks and she's as tight as before like he hadn't fit inside here already. just as snug that the smallest shift rubs him. take her swivels and he's quickly releasing another groan he can't even try to bite back.
he lets her move as she pleases, take his pants down to his ankles and there they get caught on his boots. while she's still grinding and making circles, he digs the toe of his boot into the heel of the other. it hits the floor with a thud and is followed by another. then, a softer sound of his pants being kicked off. from there, he plants his feet on sheets and digs his heels to buck up into another swivel of hers.
she wouldn't understand how even though her skin is like the satin of her sheets, it doesn't compare to the softness of her pussy. his closed eyes open slowly, a sliver of deep green. hers is an order he doesn't mind following. though he has to think about it. doing what he likes doesn't come as naturally as it would for others.
he follows the line of her back up to her shoulders and eases her back to lean against his thighs. before going any further, he can't help but take in the sight of her thighs spread on either side of him and his cock shoved up inside her, disappearing.]
Wrists. [more of a request than a demand but when she gives them to him, he holds them down by her hips, thumbs pressing to her pulse points. his abdomen flexes and he thrusts up. twice. more until he finds a rhythm where the emperor's golden threads bounce all around her and her tits jump and capture Robin's attention.]
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travels down to his cock where he throbs against those much more confined, much softer walls. his fingers squeeze on her hips gently, his own sound lodged in his throat. a few weeks and she's as tight as before like he hadn't fit inside here already. just as snug that the smallest shift rubs him. take her swivels and he's quickly releasing another groan he can't even try to bite back.
he lets her move as she pleases, take his pants down to his ankles and there they get caught on his boots. while she's still grinding and making circles, he digs the toe of his boot into the heel of the other. it hits the floor with a thud and is followed by another. then, a softer sound of his pants being kicked off. from there, he plants his feet on sheets and digs his heels to buck up into another swivel of hers.
she wouldn't understand how even though her skin is like the satin of her sheets, it doesn't compare to the softness of her pussy. his closed eyes open slowly, a sliver of deep green. hers is an order he doesn't mind following. though he has to think about it. doing what he likes doesn't come as naturally as it would for others.
he follows the line of her back up to her shoulders and eases her back to lean against his thighs. before going any further, he can't help but take in the sight of her thighs spread on either side of him and his cock shoved up inside her, disappearing.]
Wrists. [more of a request than a demand but when she gives them to him, he holds them down by her hips, thumbs pressing to her pulse points. his abdomen flexes and he thrusts up. twice. more until he finds a rhythm where the emperor's golden threads bounce all around her and her tits jump and capture Robin's attention.]
Gh. You were, gonna suck my dick. Weren't you?