💋 any of my chars you like!
For Audrey anddd… Makoto, because I feel like I know the most about him from your posts!
A fellow addict, a fellow Hingan, a fellow disaster. She could respect all of that, really. He was hot. He was tattooed. He had the look of a man who had seen some shit and the eyes of a man who looked like he knew how to fuck.
This might as well happen, Audrey thought as the bedroom door swung shut behind them.
Hungry hands grabbed at clothing until they were both down to their smallclothes as they collapsed onto the bed. This wasn’t business, of course. It was an effort to feel something - anything at all - and Makoto seemed to be a good man to experiment on. Audrey grinned as she pinned his arms to the bed and pressed her mouth to his, trailed it down to his neck, legs on either side of him. It was a bad habit of hers, jumping from man to man, bed to bed.
But fuck if she was going to deny it for herself that night, with that man in the same locked room as her. She’d seen some of his haikus scrawled out in a notebook that fell from his pocket and wondered if he might paint the syllables with his tongue between her legs if she asked real, real nice. For now, though– she had no desire to do anything but let their tongues dance between each other’s mouths while her fingers reached to undress him completely.
(( Thanks for the ask, @kala-ooc! ))
