( she tells him, breath caught in her throat. he's impossibly beautiful when he chuckles like that, her artist, her lemurian, her imperious sea god, her unknowable lover, unchanging and tempestuous as the seas. her heart had leaped when he had guided her hand to his throat. she keeps it splayed over his throat, feeling the tantalising bob of his adams apple, and feels her mouth go dry.
he's drinking her down, swallowing the mouthful of beverage she'd held in her own mouth. he's always been like this, whether it had been kissing her or eating her out, when they kiss so hungrily, so fiercely, chasing each other endlessly. her lips still tingle where his kiss was, and her eyes are fixed on his lips, then his eyes. she meets him halfway nonetheless, tiptoeing and parting her lips for him and tangling her tongue with his, drawing him into a kiss that is waaaaaay too sensuous and filthy for a couple in the happiest place on earth 2. )
[ the correction gets a slight smile from him, which she can probably feel against her lips. there's even a soft noise caught in his throat between an airy laugh and a more guttural sound of desire. with her hand still on his throat, he can't deny the carnal swell of want that overtakes him in just that short amount of time.
it's hardly the place for it, but he presses his body closer, letting his thigh slip between hers, before his lips almost meets hers with a bit more force behind it. there's a certain passion as his tongue savors every inch of taste... even if it's under the guise of chasing that hint of melon. ]
That's your fault. You didn't refill me. [ he's about to lean in again, but stops short, his eyes shutting tightly as he is clearly trying to regain even a modicum of his bearings. ] But, I might have to try it later. I'm... [ at his limit here... ]
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( she tells him, breath caught in her throat. he's impossibly beautiful when he chuckles like that, her artist, her lemurian, her imperious sea god, her unknowable lover, unchanging and tempestuous as the seas. her heart had leaped when he had guided her hand to his throat. she keeps it splayed over his throat, feeling the tantalising bob of his adams apple, and feels her mouth go dry.
he's drinking her down, swallowing the mouthful of beverage she'd held in her own mouth. he's always been like this, whether it had been kissing her or eating her out, when they kiss so hungrily, so fiercely, chasing each other endlessly. her lips still tingle where his kiss was, and her eyes are fixed on his lips, then his eyes. she meets him halfway nonetheless, tiptoeing and parting her lips for him and tangling her tongue with his, drawing him into a kiss that is waaaaaay too sensuous and filthy for a couple in the happiest place on earth 2. )
And you're not doing any sipping right now.
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it's hardly the place for it, but he presses his body closer, letting his thigh slip between hers, before his lips almost meets hers with a bit more force behind it. there's a certain passion as his tongue savors every inch of taste... even if it's under the guise of chasing that hint of melon. ]
That's your fault. You didn't refill me. [ he's about to lean in again, but stops short, his eyes shutting tightly as he is clearly trying to regain even a modicum of his bearings. ] But, I might have to try it later. I'm... [ at his limit here... ]