( He's beautiful like this. He's beautiful all of the time, but like this - a little nervous and fully at the mercy of her ideas, her touches and desires, trusting in her -, he's almost ethereal. Her heart stutters slightly as the weight of how easily he acquiesces to her ideas settles in her stomach; it's one thing to take charge, but quite another to ask and have the reins handed to her so willingly. Kate smiles, and her eyes don't leave his even as she pulls off his trousers and underwear with one fluid movement, letting them crumple into a pile on the floor before gentle, practised fingers dance slowly up scars and muscle, trace his lips idly, and snake their way back down.
She spends minutes like that, slowly mapping out his chest with her fingers, head ducking down to sink teeth into pale skin, dotting new marks across his chest and hips, new signs of her existence on his body before her tongue teases the head of his cock and she settles between his legs. Her fingers trace his inner thighs idly, skirting close but never slipping, always skittering away when they brush the space between his legs.
In all honesty, this would be easier if Hadriel wasn't Hadriel. Wasn't so lacking in so many things. If it was more like home.
(Then again, if it was more like home, she'd have asked a very different question.)
Eventually, after her tongue has snaked across every inch of his cock, she pulls her head back enough to coat her fingers with saliva, to brush fingertips between cheeks before one slowly, gently, pushes its way in. )
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Date: 2018-06-22 09:51 pm (UTC)She spends minutes like that, slowly mapping out his chest with her fingers, head ducking down to sink teeth into pale skin, dotting new marks across his chest and hips, new signs of her existence on his body before her tongue teases the head of his cock and she settles between his legs. Her fingers trace his inner thighs idly, skirting close but never slipping, always skittering away when they brush the space between his legs.
In all honesty, this would be easier if Hadriel wasn't Hadriel. Wasn't so lacking in so many things. If it was more like home.
(Then again, if it was more like home, she'd have asked a very different question.)
Eventually, after her tongue has snaked across every inch of his cock, she pulls her head back enough to coat her fingers with saliva, to brush fingertips between cheeks before one slowly, gently, pushes its way in. )