@vilecrafts : ❛ come and make me. ❜
hands are quick - paced, mouth running faster. digits grip a thin waist ; he pulls nyx into his lap, brings their hips flush together. in the dark of poe’s apartment, the city-lights are a reaching glow, throwing shadows and sharp pieces of light across their bodies, across the sharp hills of nyx’s features. he wants to capture this moment, keep it in his hands. ❝ you have gotta stop talking sometimes, ❞ he says, gaze flicking upwards to catch their look, tops this all off with a grin. his hands trail beneath their shirt, feels along warm skin. lips graze along the column of their throat, pauses at the junction of their shoulder, and he says, ❝ promise you that nothing good is gonna come out of pushing these buttons. ❞