presses both of his jaws against the slope of her shoulder and neck with an animalistic vice. an arm encircling around the small of her back. " be good and lemme' have a taste of you, for once. "
PANTHER, PANTHER, YOU FLESH WEARER ──────── crushing creature, you sly approacher ... a body that skulked 'til she was within his grasp, arm encircling, confining form, teeth but a daring terror 'pon her flesh ... BUT LAUGHTER BECOMES HER NAME, a low thing shared between for the audacity of his tongue, dripped akin of sandpaper rough & boldness' creation. SHE HOPES HE HAS NOT FORGONE THE MEMOIR, the knowledge that even a crane can become a dragon.
❛❛ Who said you had permission to take what you want ? ❜❜ LEISURE BECOMES THE CALL OF HER SKIN, despite the danger that looms ──────── scar known, callus riddled, fingers slip into freedom & glide for the flesh of he, to the cheek far more tender than the one pressed 'pon the expanse of her throat & to lips, into mouth, pushing his face back just slightly enough.
A GARDEN OF FLAMES ENCOUNTER THE MADNESS OF CYAN SKIES, lashes of two shades narrow as fingers quickly depart, pressing 'pon the pale of his clothing as amusement, within the form of a grin, falls 'pon features. LAUGHTER SHAPES CARMINE SHADED LIPS, head tilting. ❛❛ A little unfair for you to be getting a taste without me getting a taste, huh ? Maybe, I'll allow it if you ask politely & let me bite you back ! ❜❜
unprompted. ; @jaeguars . ; always accepting.