❛ You’re a mystery worth solving. ❜
[ My damn Meme tag is broken! I can’t find the meme this was from, but I know it was posted a while ago. :) ]
A part of Vali cautioned him to await a punchline from Sjofn; but even that part of him had been distracted by the warm breath of her words brushing against his neck; it had been a sensation they ever rarely dabbled in. Most of the time, they were capable of participating in harmless, passionate kissing that took up a couple minutes of ther time; but even that had been a rarity. But in times like these, when the kissing began to travel from lips to the neck, it had become more heated and almost a competition to see who would tap out first, who could leave the most marks before they had to stop.
Usually, it was him; having to tap out in a desperate attempt to hide certain bodily reactions away from the goddess. He was how he was, but his body still functions just as any other male did in these moments, even though nothing had truly been in his agenda, corresponding with how his body reacted when she sat on the wrong nerve while she sat in his lap. She was on her way to solving a mystery, but alas; another usually presented itself, to his humiliation.
A connection between them and comfort level that had been so newly established, but when they did…he couldn’t deny how incredible it felt to have her mouth near his neck. The near white-hot, tingling sensation of pleasure, raked from the apex of his thighs to the top of his scalp in such a quick wave, he couldn’t help the low gasp, near plea of her name, that escaped his mouth without his permission. “Fuck,” he grunted, his tone unrecognizable, even to himself, as he writhed and attempted to adjust himself under her.
In this moment, he was glad she was preoccupied with his neck; at his involuntary gasp of her name, he could feel a blush work its way towards his cheeks. Keeping his back frigid, forcing it to stay still, as he pressed his back against the trunk of the tree behind him, he couldn’t help the involuntary shiver that rolled up his spine, causing his shoulders to subtly shake. He prayed she hadn’t detected it.
With a gentle motion, without yanking or pulling, he allowed his fingers to playfully crawl up towards her body, rounding around her back as he reached up to the nape of her neck and tenderly gripped her. Though he was gentle, he was quick and directional, using his gentle grip on her neck to support and direct her. Their actions had been rare, but on the times they did, it almost seemed impossible for it not to be made into a competition between them somehow.
Letting his darkened eyes gaze back into hers as he directed her o the side, allowing himself to roll, placing himself on top of her. Though, he hadn’t rested any of his weight onto her. Using his hand, he moved it from her neck to the back of her head, allowing her head to rest within his hand. Placing himself in the space between her thighs, he balanced his weight on his knees and slowly lowered himself onto her, as he directed his attention to her neck, ready to deliver the same torture she had inflicted on him.
Slipping his finger under a strap and his fingers grip the sleeve of her shirt, he pulled quickly it to the side, exposing only her shoulders, as he pressed his lips against her neck. At first, he allowed his kiss to remain gentle, pecking the skin, before teasingly running his tongue against her neck. “Solve your mystery yet, Sjofn?” he teased, before finally trapping her soft skin between his lips, and sucking and nibbling on her neck. Working on his mission to leave an identical bruise on her neck she had no doubt left on his own.
Though there was the intent to pay her back, it was also a new…primal intent to mark her. He may not have had all the other desires, but one he was finding he particularly liked during this rare time, was biting, marking, and arguing their bodies were seemingly having with the other.
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