#thirstmeant

[wyvernslust]

I want the K-Scylla!! (lustmeant)

meme / @thirstmeant

16: Spooning

     Quiet times spent with Scylla are perhaps one of the few he enjoys. Especially when it’s just the two of them doing whatever. In this case, they’ve been laying in the same spot for what feels like eternity but Cormag could care less. He likes this, likes being curled up against the person he loves and he can’t help but rest his head against the space between the woman’s shoulder blades with a sigh.

     It was nice. But sometimes Cormag feels a little courageous. Daring even. The smirk that finds itself on his face is hidden well considering his position but he manages to shift and pull the smaller wyvern rider closer. Her back against his chest now, he shifts once more to draw his hips forward, press them against Scylla’s rear as his arms tighten around her. Another sigh escapes him, brown eyes closing as he stays like that for a moment, hearing a content noise form Scylla.

     But then he gives a nudge of his hips and the gasp that leaves the woman’s mouth makes him smile. Another roll of his hips is made, arms staying tight to keep her close and hold her still. Heavy breath escapes him, face being buried against Scylla’s neck as he makes a soft laugh.

     “Sorry,” Another press of his hips forward, “Couldn’t help myself.”

[wyvernslust]

“Bite my neck and fuck me harder.”-Scylla (lustmeant) I'm a sucker for biting cormag so-

meme / @thirstmeant

     Part of him is caught by surprise when strong arms wrap around his shoulders. It has him stop in his motions, palm pressing against sheets and the fingers against her hips loosening before free digits find themselves entangled in the fabric. It’s funny, he thinks, how loving she looks at him and he barely registers the vulgarity of the words that slip from her lips. As such, they get his eyes to widen, lips falling into a silent gasp as he registers the words with shock. Though really he shouldn’t be as surprised as he is.

     Bite my neck and fuck me harder.

     There’s a swallow made in his throat when his mouth closes, no sound escaping him for a time as he stares hard at Scylla. Wide brown eyes gazing into half-lidded hazel, he can’t deny the look of pure love yet unabashed desire in her gaze. And he can’t help the way his muscles twitch, or how his skin feels that much hotter from the burning arousal in the pit of his stomach. Gods above, she was beautiful, but damn if he ever expected her to say something like that.

     “... Alright,” He manages to choke out from a dry throat, swallowing again while trying to will away the burn to his face and the tips of his ears, “But don’t complain later.” It’s all he replies with before he drops back to being silent, burying his face against the smaller wyvern rider’s neck. The hand that had gripped sheets drops, meets the opposite on Scylla’s hips and he digs his fingers hard into her flesh. Enough to hold her down and keep her in place as he parts his lips and grazes teeth against her throat.

     A teasing notion if anything before he clamps his jaw down on the crook of her neck, the action punctuated with a sharp jerk of his hips forward.