a song of ice and fire ❇ cain;seulgi
rgseulgi:
“SO?”
the princess sees FIRE, sin dancing on her tastebuds & passion coursing through her veins like wild fire, setting her skin aflame & igniting every urge once forgotten. the two are a strange sight—prince & princess, hand in hand, mouth pressed against mouth as they stalked their way down the dark corridor, clothing disheveled and body hot.
in the moonlight, it’s easy to make out the compelling features of the suryan princess, dark locks cascading over lissome shoulders as smudged red lips part, another laugh slipping past while dark hooded eyes fixated on cain–a bird caged by war just like her–& slender fingers curl into the soft fabric of his robes.
easily, she yanks, smashing lips upon lips in desperate fervidity as she steps forward, pressing him tight against the wall and her body—firm, supple, and sinful all in one.
in the moonlight, the vixen smiles between one shared breath and another, words tinged with bitter flippancy as her gaze meets his, barely able to slip out between yet another kiss.
“this world is burning down with or without us, cain.”
liquid ice sears his veins, freezes his better judgement -- as if he had any in the first place. every touch sends him alight, fills him with so much heat that every single frozen wall has begun to thaw. and the lack of it makes him frantic, an itch he cannot scratch, a fire he seeks just to keep himself warm.
he makes no audible protest when she kisses him insistently -- no, does she think she can control this? cain holds onto her waist, holding on like his hands are meant to be there, like they’re meant to be everywhere, and so they do roam, along her back, pulling her closer. like this, he can feel the stark softness of her chest against his own, and wants.
and what cain wants is what he always, always gets.
“isn’t the little dragon a little too eager?” he quips, words still clinging onto his tongue and remaining coherent. the door is right there, but oh, they are over here, and the distance seems so great -- “unless you want to start being extremely uncomfortable, i suggest we brave the next few meters to my room.”