NSWF
"Hmmm" Voltiaere hums against your skull. His breath sends shivers down your spine, and like you're under hypnosis you pucker and are met with a kiss. And you hate how you love it, never feeling much less prepared to face these feelings.
"We will get through this together." Voltiaere breathes, and you sigh in reply with a coy smile. "I don't wanna talk anymore. Okay? "
He raises an eyebrow and turns gently, "Alright then, Love. I'll hush."
"Thank you." You breathe, rolling your eyes and biting back a grin. Now, the sass cannot be withheld.
The silence starts to eat away at you, his heartbeat thumping against your ear and his warm arms wrapped tight around your icy frame. You feel oddly protected, engraved into his chest, and despite having a panic attack and dealing with all that unnecessarily stressful shit moments ago, you grow hungry for something other than just pizza. You sit in a state between sleepy, horny, and hangry, and you feel a hot urge bubbling beneath like an unreachable itch on the foot. You haven't seen him in several hours too long, and your emotions shift into darkness like the chipping of a clock. You turn to look up at him, he looks down on you, and that's all it takes.
"You know what? Fuck it-"
Your lips suddenly smash together, this time slower and less yearning than the last. You want to taste every inch of his mouth and feel the points of his canines dig into your tongue, his lips press tight against yours, his spit dribbling smoothly into your mouth. He brings a hand to your throat and you push it back into the sheets assertively, molding him into the mattress. He moans lightly under your weight, eyebrows pinching and hands immediately scratching at your wrists. Well damn! he definitely liked that.
"My turn. " You therapeutically growl, biting hard on your bottom lip and hovering above him.
You kiss into his neck, leaving dark love bites against his pale skin. You nibble his collar bone and earn the small gasp you desire, smirking to yourself before continuing down his exposed chest. Button by button you unleash more flesh, and you ache to devour. You inch your way down his lean build with precision, focusing your mouth on the spots where he reacts most. You rip open his shirt moments before his belly button and gaze on the body you desire to call yours, golden skin smooth and glazed over with the light sheen of sex.
Through raspy voice and breathy whispers he begins, "What exactly are you planning, Darl-" but you interrupt him with a tight squeeze around his clothed length. He's solid in your palm and you nearly fall out just from the feeling of his veins pulsating against your fingertips. You somehow pull it together and gaze down on him as he jumps into your grasp, "You'll see." And now you want him badly.
You lean away and arch your back until the belt of his pants is inches away from your nose, then looking straight into his eyes, you latch your teeth around the buckle and pull until the leather is free. He watches you with amazement, your hands pushing down hard on his beefy thighs and your tongue pulling the pin out the hole of the belt. One last yank and the latch is free, and you move onto the button. You admire the fresh bite marks imprinted into the leather. Your mind fades to when it was once wrapped around your wrists, then jump back to reality when his crotch tents harshly in his pants. Finally his pants are undone, and just like you expect, he's not wearing underwear.
"What exactly were you planning?" You suspire.
He smirks at you, caught off guard by the tone of your voice, only to return to the gaping mouth and bug eye look he held before. You pull hard on the waistband of his pants, and finally his parts spring free, throbbing to be touched and jouncing back and forth as if it had a life of his own. You hold onto the base of it and watch as it dances, admiring it's pink tip and the girthy shaft. It's damn near perfect, hard to say that about something as ugly as a dick, but you feel your mouth swell with saliva at the view.
