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Lasko loves being on top. He loves being able to see every part of Dear, and being able to touch every part of them...But that is definitely not to say he doesn't love when Dear is on top of him.
Like right now; they cup his cheeks, tilting his head up to them. And smile. Lasko feels his cheeks heat up.
"What is it?" He only has enough voice to whisper out.
Dear chuckles lightly and shrugs, "nothing."
It certainly wasn't nothing. There's just something about the way his eyelashes gently flutter up to them, with that desperate darkness of his eyes, pupils like little whirpools that beg for more. They slide their thumb over his pillowy lip that boasts a slight sheen from their earlier kisses.
"Oh, Lasko," they murmur, teasing their lips against his. They slowly inch forward. Only to stop once again, noses nuzzling against each other.
His heart skips as he feels the air of their chuckle wash against his face. Lasko's hands instinctively clamp down on Dear's thighs, his long fingers digging into their flesh in a yearning effort to bring them closer to him.
He can feel the part that aches for them most firmly upright against their thigh. He can feel the little thrusts he's making in a needy attempt for friction.
But he doesn't care enough to be embarrassed. Right now, he is burning for the sweet waters of Dear's lips.
Not only is he burning, but he's whimpering too. The little noises practically slip out of his parted lips.
Dear sweeps some of his hair behind his ear, setting off an explosion of tingles down his arms.
They kiss his both his cheeks; left then right.
They kiss his forehead.
They kiss his chin.
All the while his heart is ramming against the confines of his chest with the sole mission of getting kisses of its own.
Dear is so close... so close to kissing his mouth, when he feels their fingertips of both hands slide along his jaw, up to the nape of his neck, before winding themselves in his hair and tugging. A deliciously warm heat explodes in his stomach, spreading out to every atom of his entire being. Lasko's whole body is trembling; his hands clamber to pull Dear closer. He can't be polite anymore.
He needs this. He needs them.
They make a low, hot sound that shows they appreciate the guttural noise he unknowingly made. And in appreciation of his neck that is now exposed and vulnerable. Their lips just graze along his collarbone. They merely ghost along the slope of his neck.
Maddening lust paired with playful frustration jostles his brain just enough to murmur out ineligible words of absolute desire.
And finally, Dear gives him what he needs.It barely takes any effort from Lasko to completely give in and melt into Dear's mouth.
Most people describe kissing as this mind numbing pleasure, but his brain is on full alert right now, with more thoughts than even he can keep track of. Their tongue slides against his own, like waves of ambrosia racking through his body. He sighs into the kiss --pure relief and tension dancing with each other much like the wind dances with the waves-- and tears spring to his eyes.
Their mouth is so velvety and familiar like soaking into a warm bath at the end of a long day. They taste sweet, like a popsicle.
Lasko is desperate for more. He swirls his tongue around theirs with nothing short of eagerness. They make a sudden sound in their throat, redirecting all the blood in his body in a supple and sweet rush. The ache that follows is a decadent one.
His core sings out a song, and it's accompanying harmony is sang back by theirs.
everytime someone denies that Caitlyn is Asian an angel loses its wings PAINFULLY
gonna use that gun on one of u if I keep hearing these lies edit: sorry to come back just to bitch and moan abt this but IT FRUSTRATES ME, yall will see a character this is very obviously a certain ethi=nicity or poc and if they arent given a horrific stereotype of that ethnicity/race or it istn explicitly stated yall will ignore it or swap their ethnicity with something that fits better into a different stereotype?? like sevika, she is obviously indian but yall saw she was a mean masc lesbian so you took "mean" and "masculine" and said "ah yes, this MUST be a black woman" woah buddy, you're implying a lot there ... and just cause caitlyn and her family don't talk with intense broken English and wear fetishized versions or traditional asian attire, suddenly no one can see that she is obviously viet or thai (or some other south-east Asian country at least), she has a British accent and isn't fetishized for her asian-ness and suddenly we cant tell if shes asian or not ?? its weird
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oh my goodness oh my good... the squeal that escaped me once i layed eyes upon this... this is going into my treasures folder. toma buddy thank you so much /verry gen
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**CLUTCHES HEART**
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