[unholymicsmas]

SIDE BLOG. 21+. MINORS AND PERSONALS WILL BE BLOCKED.

Hello it’s Miasma!

This is a lil sin side blog bc t.umblr can be wonky at times. But everything will all be labeled and marked as necessary!please let me know if you want me to tag anything specific but a label will also be placed on the spicy threads!

[fallesto]

THE SOUND OF THE SLAP WAS NOT AN ACT OF AGGRESSION, but rather a rhythmic punctuation, a deep, resonant thud of palm meeting skin that reverberated through her very bones. The impact felt akin to the distant rumble of a mountain crashing into the ocean, a SUDDEN, VISCERAL SHOCK THAT IGNITED THE FIRE SIMMERING IN HER CORE. She arched her back, a low, primal purr resonating in her throat, her spirit delighting in the raw, unfiltered truth of his desire.

HE WAS NO LONGER THE TENTATIVE PRINCE, WADING THROUGH THE PERILOUS WATERS OF COURTLY DECORUM; HE HAD TRANSFORMED INTO A PREDATOR OF PLEASURE, UTTERLY CAPTIVATED BY THE FRICTION OF HER SKIN AND THE ENVELOPING, VELVETY WARMTH OF THE HAVEN SHE OFFERED HIM.

“That pleases me greatly.”

As the taste of iron was a symphony, a raw and metallic note that resonated deeper than any melody of the Seven. When she pressed her lips against his, she did not simply kiss him; she engaged in an ancient, visceral alchemy. Her own blood, glimmering with the latent heat of countless volcanic eruptions, mingled with the salt and brine of his human essence, SWIRLING TOGETHER IN THE INTIMATE, wet space between their mouths. It was a communion of fire and flesh, a merging of boundaries where the distinction between rider and dragon faded into a singular, throbbing vein of gold and crimson. This exchange represented the only genuine contract remaining in a world filled with deceit, A BLOOD-BOND CRAFTED NOT IN INK OR PARCHMENT, but in the shared, coppery tang of mutual surrender.

“Only yours, I’d never have another.”

The rumble that emerged from her throat transcended mere sound; it became a seismic phenomenon, a deep vibration that shook the mahogany bedposts and resonated with the earth's own subterranean hum. It was akin to a lock snapping shut, a metaphysical binding that delved deeper than mere skin contacts or mingling blood. In the silent dialect of the Great Dragons, this was the SYGRYTH, the intertwining of two distinct threads into an unbreakable bond.

THEY WERE NO LONGER JUST A RIDER AND HIS STEED, A KING AND HIS PROTECTOR; THEY HAD FUSED INTO ONE ENTITY, A CLOSED LOOP OF WARMTH AND DESIRE WHERE THE DISTINCTION BETWEEN AEGON AND SUNFYRE HAD FADED INTO A SHIMMERING, INDISTINCT HORIZON.

The grin that spread across her visage was not a mere human display of joy, but a predatory revelation, a gradual curling of lips reminiscent of a furnace igniting. To be claimed was not an act of submission for her; IT WAS A CONQUEST. As she felt the profound, lingering weight of him firmly anchored within her, she grasped the exquisite irony of his triumph: in taking her as his own, the King had merely bound himself to a force that would never allow him to drift away again. She was a treasure hoard, and he was the only gem she wished to safeguard.

“I LOVE YOU…”

The words arrived as a ragged friction, a soft, ruined sound that vibrated against the sensitive column of her neck. This confession was not a mere sentiment but a binding spell, a psychic tether that tightened around her heart with more force than any saddle girth. SHE LEANED BACK INTO HIM, HER SKIN HUMMING WITH A RESIDUAL ELECTRICITY, feeling the rough texture of his chest against her spine. He was a fragile thing of bone and breath, yet in this shared silence, he felt as monolithic as the FLAMES, his presence a steady, grounding heat that mirrored the molten core of her own being.

“I love you as well, so very much, and I would wish to do, as much of this as possible, you are so good my king, I know my offspring, will be strong, to aid you in taking all you wish.”

[unholymicsmas]

It pleased her. Dragons have such strange wants and needs. Most humans didn’t even like that but at least it’s not awkward for everyone involved. He can only release a light chuckle at her reaction. Head dipping as he wonders what on earth he got himself into.

There’s something greedy that surges in him next, her words are true. Sunfyre was protective of him even as they grew up together. No one could go near him but her for a long time till they had to drag her back to the pit. No other dragons needed but her. Yet he never expected this between them. Her human form made just for him, only for him. Only he can have her, touch her, kiss her… breed her. He could get very used to this and he’s unsure if that’s a good thing or bad thing.

Still stuffed deep inside after the hours of procreation. A deep low hum escapes him at her words. Face buried in her neck as he let her words sink in. Right… what would their offspring look like anyways? Shaking his head he presses closer as soft kisses lead up her jaw.

“It doesn’t happen right away you know…”

He mutters against her, he should know, took him multiple times just to produce the twins. Gods he hopes they’re ok. He groans lowly as he thrusts up again. Pushing deeper as he fits in her snuggly. Like her walls were made specifically for him and him only.

“Don’t get me addicted to this… I need you to wear clothes.”

Another few kisses. He still tastes the blood, especially the throbbing feeling in his tongue. His leg wrapping around hers as they push up. Stuffed inside as if he’s hoping it’ll take the multiple rounds to have something stick, another way to own her. Round with his seed that’ll only make him want more.

Gods he needs to get it together.

[fallesto]

THE EXPERIENCE WAS NOT MERELY A SINGLE TONE, but rather a cacophony of frantic, intertwining frequencies that threatened to unravel her very awareness. For a being forged from fire and wind, whose primary encounters had been the exhilarating emptiness of the clouds and the blistering heat of her own core, this was a sensory deluge of the most exquisite kind. SHE COULD FEEL THE HEAVY, RHYTHMIC PULSE OF AEGON’S HEARTBEAT RESONATING AGAINST HER OWN RIBS, a frantic percussion that matched the wild gallop of her own blood. There was the searing, electric friction of skin against skin, a sensation so foreign yet so profoundly right that it felt as if her very essence was being rewritten in a language of touch.

EVERY NERVE ENDING, ONCE ATTUNED TO DETECTING THE SUBTLE SHIFTS IN ATMOSPHERIC PRESSURE OR THE TILT OF A THERMAL CURRENT, WAS NOW ABLAZE WITH A SINGULAR, FOCUSED INTENSITY, MAPPING THE PRECISE CONTOURS OF HIS PLEASURE AND THE DESPERATE, CLINGING WARMTH OF THEIR UNION.

“Does it please you?”

The internal structure of her being, once dedicated to the churning heat of a dragon’s forge, suddenly expanded to embrace a different kind of fire. She sensed the exact moment HIS RESOLVE SHATTERED, the rhythmic tension of his muscles reaching a peak, erupting into a series of jagged, electric tremors. Then came the overflow, a sudden, SEARING WAVE OF WARMTH THAT BLOSSOMED DEEP WITHIN HER, filling her with a visceral, pulsing heat that felt less like a physical release and more like a golden molten seal.

It was liquid gold, a shimmering outpouring of everything he was, cascading into her with a softness that belied the raw intensity of the act. FOR HER, THIS WAS NOT MERELY THE CONCLUSION OF A CLIMAX, BUT A TITRATION OF SOULS; he was infusing his essence into her, claiming her just as she had claimed him, intertwining their histories into a single, breathless knot of existence.

“Now you are truly mine!”

Then the abrupt change in geometry enveloped her in a whirlwind of sensations. One instant, she was the steadfast anchor, holding him in place with the fierce possessiveness akin to a mountain range; the next, HE WAS REDRAWING THE LANDSCAPE OF THEIR ENCOUNTER. Aegon’s grip on her thighs was not the tender caress of a partner, but the authoritative hold of a rider who understood precisely where the balance lay. With a fluid, practiced strength, he released her legs from his waist, lifting them until her knees rested over his broad shoulders. For her, this new arrangement was a revelation of VULNERABILITY, an unveiling of her body that left her entirely exposed to him, her defenses stripped away as completely as a shoreline eroded by a retreating tide.

“Ah!”

The atmosphere between them thickened into a suffocating blend of musk and ozone, pulsating with an intensity that approached the chaotic. As Aegon pressed into her, his movements raw and urgent, she experienced a primal wave of inadequacy, not in the act itself, BUT IN THE VERY ESSENCE OF THEIR BEINGS. He was a king, a man, a delicate assembly of bone and breath, while she embodied an ancient fire encased in a borrowed form. SHARING A BED WAS A SIMPLE HUMAN PLEASURE, BUT SHARING A SOUL DEMANDED A DEEPER, MORE VISCERAL TRANSFORMATION.

Now compelled by a sudden, predatory instinct that transcended all human reasoning, she tilted her head back and bit down hard on the side of her tongue. The sharp, metallic taste of copper erupted in her mouth, a sudden rush of crimson that carried the flavor of sulfur and ancient stars. It was a conscious wound, a jagged rip in the fabric of her temporary humanity. As she leaned forward to seize his lips in a fervent kiss, she didn’t merely extend affection; SHE OFFERED HIM HER VERY ESSENCE.

[unholymicsmas]

“Very much, so very much.”

He’s practically breathless above her. His curls a mess, dangling in front of his face, a beautiful mess. A look from after flying, cheeks flushed, face slightly sweaty. The perfection of the king that so few get to witness in his full glory.

The claim is bold, hers? This is the other way around right now. A claim with his seed pressed deep inside, the king a breeding machine only for the one below him. However many times he can go and have her still keep up he wants that. Even if nothing sticks he wants to keep going. Entirely addicted to the feeling of her warmth around his cock and every sensation he felt against her. So of course in Aegons fashion as loud slap was heard as his hand made impact with her rear.

“Mine. You are mine, you belong to your king”

He hisses leaning down slightly as he’s soon caught in the bloody kiss. The taste of iron hits his tongue first as the kiss is pressed. Groaning against her lips as his eyes fluttered shut. His hips still not yielding, his stamina still good as his thrusts grow rougher. The slap of their skin still echoing in the room as he presses the kiss deeper. Tasting her, swallowing down the taste as if it’s another claim. The kiss is rough, teeth clashing, Aegon biting and tugging at her lower lip before he’s pulling back. Her blood dripping down his chin like it was his previous meal. He makes her watch as he bites down on his own tongue. Blood slowly pooling as he tastes himself before he’s bringing her into another kiss. Letting her taste him, the taste of alcohol, salt, a bitter taste that feels spiced with heat of his own dragon blood that runs through his veins.

Now they are one. Now they bonded. A promise that he won’t leave her side, not again. They were inseparable before and they be now. Especially connected like this. He’d show her the thrills of pleasure as he does now.

The two stay connected like this for hours. Different positions, different areas. Coming multiple times between the two as he pours every ounce of his love into her. Quite literally at that. By the end they’re lying on the bed. It’s late in the afternoon, he’s got lying on her side so he’s still stuffed inside. Her back against his chest as he presses soft kisses against her neck he marked with hickies to tell to others she’s his. She belong fully to his.

“I love you…”

His voice is soft. A little rough. His hands running up to her chest and cupping her breasts. Squeezing at them as he presses more kisses to her shoulder. He should honestly be tired but… if she wished for another round he wouldn’t say no.

[fallesto]

HER AWARENESS SHATTERED, the carefully constructed walls of her mind crumbling beneath an overwhelming tide of sensations that no stormy flight could ever compare to. She had experienced the blistering heat of DRAGONFIRE and the suffocating pressure of the upper ATMOSPHERE, but this, the smooth, sliding contact of skin against skin, was an awakening that made her past life seem INSIGNIFICANT.

“Only mine, yes, none other?”

The idea of human courtship, with its cautious caresses and murmured vows, was a delicate concept she had never grasped; it was a slow waltz for those who feared the FLAMES. Yet this was not courtship; this was an impact. As Aegon's tongue explored her, and as his weight pressed her into the sheets, she understood that true mastery was not found in ruling the skies, BUT IN THIS COMPLETE, BREATHTAKING SURRENDER. In the blinding brilliance of her ecstasy, she recognized the reality.

HER RIDER WAS NO LONGER MERELY A BOY WITH A CROWN; HE HAD TRANSFORMED INTO A DRAGON IN SPIRIT, CLAIMING HER WITH A DESIRE THAT ECHOED HER OWN.

As she watched him through A VEIL OF GOLDEN HAZE AND YEARNING, her pupils dilated, absorbing every frantic quiver of his muscles. As he adjusted, positioning the firm line of his hips between her yielding thighs, she felt a wave of possessive heat that rivaled the heart of a volcano. He was no longer the timid prince of a fractured court; he had become a force of nature, fueled by a hunger that mirrored THE PREDATORY INSTINCTS OF HER OWN KIND. When he bent to kiss her neck, his breath came in ragged, desperate gasps that resonated against her skin, a rhythmic revelation of how completely he had been unraveled by her.

The initial slide was nothing short of a revelation, a slow, intense merging that felt more like the completion of a circuit than a mere physical act. As he delved deeper, filling the aching emptiness with a steady, relentless pressure, SHE SENSED HER SPIRIT COILING AND TIGHTENING AROUND HIM. He reached the depths with a shuddering moan that resonated like a mountain shifting, his entire body trembling as he fought to contain the surge of his own release. She could feel the frantic rhythm of his heart against her chest, a wild, racing beat that harmonized with the pulse of her own blood, and she embraced the weight of him, the sheer, overwhelming solidity of his surrender.

“Mate.”

Her legs didn’t merely move; they claimed him. With a sudden, fluid motion, she lifted her thighs, locking them around his waist in a fierce, POSSESSIVE GRIP THAT ECHOED HOW SHE ONCE HARNESSED THE THERMAL CURRENTS OF THE CROWNLANDS. The heels of her feet pressed firmly into the small of his back, arching her spine and angling her pelvis to meet his with devastating accuracy. In that instant, the bed transformed from mere furniture into the narrow edge of a cliff, and Aegon became the only HORIZON she desired to behold. She encircled him with her arms, drawing his chest tightly against hers, yearning for every ounce of his warmth, every frantic heartbeat, and every ragged breath he took.

SHE CRAVED NOT JUST THE ACT ITSELF; SHE LONGED FOR THE ENTIRETY OF HIM, ABSORBING HIM INTO HER BEING AS IF HE WERE THE VERY AIR SHE NEEDED TO FUEL HER ASCENT.

[unholymicsmas]

Only hers, how selfish. Like he could only commit to just one. The way he’d visit the silk streets among others. The man belonged to many. But would he admit to that? Not to her… no. Instead of answering he buries his face into her neck as he shuddered slightly.

The way her leg wrap around him, locking him in. Soon he’s moving, thrusting up into her as he bites at her shoulder. Teeth digging in as he picks up the pace. Her silky walls so warm and welcoming as he groans against her. Pistoning his thrusts deeper as he soon brings her into a kiss. The kiss swallowing up every moan and groan that escaped him.

Aegon could hardly hold back any longer, practically bursting at the seams. His thrusts growing sloppy and erratic as he finally cums with a cry. Panting against her lips as he fills her, already leaking out around his cock as he buries his face against her neck once again. Trying to catch his breath as he grips at the sheets. He gives them both a moment before he’s moving his hips again. Thrusting up into her as if stuffing her deeper as he closes his eyes.

“Mate.”

He chokes out picking up his pace again. An overwhelming need to fill her as much as he possibly can. Moving back slightly he’s gripping her legs, unlocking them around him as he brings them up over his shoulders. Getting deeper as his hips snap against hers. The sound of skin slapping against skin as he practically has Sunfyre bent in half.

“Fuck— you’re so tight.”

He groans as his head dips down. His thrusts growing rougher. He knows she can handle it. He knows she can handle all of him. He’s not stopping till she releases more than he does. He needs to feel it, he needs her overstimulated. He needs her shaking against him. To hear her moans, he wants to hear the pleasure he’s giving her. He wants to see her turn to absolute mush and a shivering mess of pleasure. He needs it.

[fallesto]

“Mine.”

For her, the idea of "BECOMING" mates was merely a human fixation, a straightforward journey of courtship and consent that seemed almost laughable in its redundancy. In the eternal, instinctual design of her essence, the connection had been forged long before their skin ever met. From the instant their minds first aligned amidst the howling winds of the stratosphere, she had recognized him as her mate; she had claimed him in the quiet moments between heartbeats and in the shared warmth of countless flights. There was no alternative in the vast, living world, no other scent that could soothe her spirit or ignite her passion.

TO HER, THIS MOMENT WAS NOT A NEW BEGINNING, BUT A LONG-AWAITED RETURN, A PHYSICAL EXPRESSION OF A SPIRITUAL REALITY THAT HAD BEEN INSCRIBED INTO HER GOLDEN SCALES SINCE THE DAY THEY FIRST CONNECTED.

The sensations unfolded in a hazy, intoxicating sequence that her mind found difficult to classify by human standards. First came the kisses, those peculiar, gentle encounters of lips and tongues that felt like tiny, flickering flames dancing across her skin. HOW PECULIAR, she mused, that such a simple act could bear the weight of an empire's yearning. Then came the push, a sudden, forceful pressure against her chest and shoulders that altered her center of balance. IT WAS A DARING, assertive motion, a glimpse of the conqueror beneath the fallen king, and the novelty of it sent a thrilling surge of electric heat racing down her spine. Finally, she experienced the sudden, yielding descent as she was laid back upon the bed, the linens sighing softly beneath her weight. HOW DELIGHTFUL, she realized with a low, throaty hum, to be the one sought after, to be the prize claimed by the only being she considered worthy.

“You have always been mine.”

The bed transformed into a vast, white expanse, ignited by the warmth they shared. She arched her back, her movements flowing with a grace that broke free from the room's rigid confines. Aegon's weight settled firmly between her thighs, a solid presence that anchored her in the moment. To her, he transcended the mere flesh and bone; HE BECAME THE CENTER OF HER UNIVERSE, a singular star around which her golden world revolved. She reached up, her fingers entwining in his hair with a possessive grip, drawing him closer until the line between their breaths blurred into one.

“Aegon …”

The sensation surged like an avalanche of warmth, a focused wave of desire that traced the contours of her new skin with a hunger she recognized as her own. When his lips departed from hers, she didn’t feel a void, but rather a transfer of fire. He navigated down the curve of her jaw and the sensitive column of her neck, his breath a summer breeze against her skin. As his teeth grazed the swell of her breast, a sharp, electric thrill coursed through her, a primal spark echoing in the remnants of her dragon-heart.

IT WAS A TANTALIZING FRICTION, A CLAIM BEING MADE NOT WITH A ROAR, BUT WITH THE STEADY, RHYTHMIC PRESSURE OF A MAN WHO HAD FINALLY EMBRACED HIS OWN DESIRES.

The world shrank until it was reduced to just the intoxicating scent of musk and the blistering heat radiating from their closeness. For her, Aegon’s descent felt like a slow-motion unraveling of space, a gravitational force that culminated with the crown of his head grazing the tender skin of her inner thighs. She sensed the sudden, warm breath against her, a rhythmic huff that echoed the way he used to breathe softly against her neck during their lengthy flights. To her, his closeness was an intrusion of the most profound kind, a complete relinquishment of his royal composure to the raw, throbbing core of her essence. She observed him through half-lidded eyes, noting how his gaze remained fixated on her, wide and ravenous, as if he were peering into the heart of a volcano and discovering it to be a welcoming sanctuary.

“Aegon, you are, everything.”

[unholymicsmas]

“Yours.”

It’s easy to say with her like this. In this form now writhing under him as he practically worships her. A dragon deserves to be worshipped after all. Especially the golden beauty of the skies. His Sunfyre. His. Always his. No one else’s just his.

He could get used to this though, how her back arches under him as a reaction. The soft noises escaping past her lips the lower he goes as he marks her inner thigh. Now he’s staring down at her heated core. Fully on display just for him, only for him. His fingers grip at her thighs tighter. Biting his lower lip he brings his head down. Hands keeping her legs spread as he pins them down for the moment.

His tongue takes a selfish lick. Almost combusting there as he groans at the taste. Another taste has his tongue going deeper, teasing her as he starts to fully understand her taste before slowly pulling back. A hand lifts up getting go of one of her legs as two fingers enter his mouth. Wetting those digits with his tongue before dragging them out. Lubed up enough as his head lowers back down, a finger entering with his tongue as he closes his eyes. Savoring her taste as he works her open.

Aegons mouth soon finds her clit as his other hand spreads her lips a bit more. All while two fingers scissor her open and he toys with the bundle of nerves that’s new to the world.

Once he found her stretched enough, he pulls back panting softly as slick is a mess down his chin till he wipes it off on the back of his arm. Looking up at her, he can’t help but rest his head to her thigh, pressing a soft kiss there as his gaze meets hers. Pupils are blown in those bright purple eyes. Staring her down like a piece of meat, predatory and filled with lust. It’s been a while since he’s done this, of course he’s already pussy drunk.

Coming back up he positions his hips between hers. Lowering his head he’s mouthing at her neck as his shaft teases by rubbing it between those wet lips. Gaining a simple wetness to make it easier to slide in. Which it soon does, pushing in till he bottoms out with a shaky moan as he almost spills into her tight cave. He’s practically shaking as he tries to hold back, but she’s nice and tight, hugging him in all the right places.

[fallesto]

SHE DIDN'T JUST HOLD HIM; SHE ANCHORED HIM FIRMLY. As Aegon turned into her embrace, her arms enveloped him with a sudden, overwhelming force, her strength a remnant of the might that once shattered city walls. To her, the notion of 'DECENCY' was merely a specter, a fleeting human superstition that bore no significance against the undeniable truth of flesh against flesh.

SHE DIDN'T SEE A KING DESERVING OF RESPECT OR A MAN NEEDING PROTECTION FROM THE IMPROPRIETY OF THEIR NUDITY; SHE SAW HER TREASURE, HER HEART, AND THE ONLY BEING IN THIS DELICATE, SOFT-BONED WORLD WHO TRULY UNDERSTOOD THE RHYTHM OF HER SPIRIT.

She pressed him back against the railing, her body conforming to his with a predatory desire for closeness, eliminating every inch of space between them until they became a singular, heaving entity of gold and warmth.

“Stay …”

She sensed the rhythmic, urgent thumping against her thigh, a frantic, biological beat that communicated a language far older than the courts of King’s Landing. For a human, this was a source of excruciating embarrassment, a betrayal of composure that Aegon struggled to suppress with every trembling breath. BUT FOR HER, IT WAS A SIGN OF LIFE, A PRIMAL ECHO THAT MIRRORED THE HEAT OF A DRAGON’S FORGE. She did not view this arousal as something to conceal or feel ashamed of; instead, she experienced a surge of fierce, predatory pride. He was responding to HER. The former king, shaped by the suffocating expectations of a dynasty, was being stripped down to his most genuine, wild essence by her mere presence.

“I’ll never part with you.”

The feeling of his hands on her hips transcended mere contact; it was like a spark igniting a powder keg, a jolt of electricity surging up her spine. SHE SENSED THE QUIVER IN HIS FINGERS, those hesitant, trembling gestures, and it enveloped her in a deep, resonant satisfaction. To the outside world, those hands had wielded power and commanded a beast, but in this moment, they were exploring, reaching, yearning. As his hands glided upward, following the contour of her ribs with a reverence akin to worship, she felt a soft purr begin to resonate deep within her chest, a low-frequency vibration that echoed through her very bones. He was charting her, rediscovering the landscape of her transformed self, and she cherished every frantic inch of it. HER RIDER, HER MASTER, HER KING, HER AEGON, was at last touching her not as a mere mount, but as a woman, and the acknowledgment of his desire was the most intoxicating homage she had ever received.

“We are bonded, we are one.”

The fabric of his trousers had ceased to be just clothing; it had become a barrier, a rough and unnecessary wall that stood between THE HEAT OF THE DRAGON AND THE WARMTH OF THE MAN. She did not seek permission, for their connection had long surpassed the need for verbal consent. With a smooth, eager motion, she reached down and pushed the fabric aside, pulling the trousers down his legs with a decisive swiftness that left him trembling in the sudden rush of morning air, an air that was instantly consumed by the furnace of her body. She yearned for him to be stripped of everything: his titles, his royal heritage, and the last vestiges of his modesty.

[unholymicsmas]

Her arms wrapped securely around him, anchoring him in place as he lets out a shaky breath. Eyes flutter shut and clinging to her best he can as she presses him against the railing. His hands moving, wandering as they explored, wanting to feel every inch of smooth skin. He needs this, he craves this.

“Stay…” he repeats softly, almost breathless as his lips ghost over her skin. Begging to claim, to mark such fragile skin as his own to have. He wouldn’t call himself a dragon, but the urge to take, to claim what’s his, was certainly flowing through him as his cheeks flush slightly at the feeling. But the main dominant one here was the one holding him.

He knows she can feel him, pressed against her thigh as he mouths at her neck. Getting a taste as kisses are soon pressed there. The taste of salt, sulfur, everything she smelled of hitting his tongue. He doesn’t mind the taste, in fact he finds himself still going. Wishing to tarnish that unmarked skin as his, a way to keep her to himself but he knows she wouldn’t dare leave him. It’s why he’s free to be selfish. To want her. Because he has her, she’s fully his, no one else’s.

We are bonded, we are one.

Right, this would make them mates if they proceed now wouldn’t it? But those thoughts are pushed away as he’s soon fully nude in front of her. His cock at full attention, slapping slightly against his naval as he bites his lower lip. He’s achingly hard, already leaking as pre dripped down the tip. The underwear is kicked to the side, forgotten as he leans in meeting her lips. Capturing them in a kiss as it’s his turn to push back. Guiding her back towards the bed, barely leaving her lips as the kiss between them grew deeper. His tongue forcing its way into her mouth, conquering it as his the man he gained his name from.

Pushed onto the bed he hardly strays far as he’s over her. Hands roaming down her side, thumbs pressing against her ribs as his hips press to hers. She can feel every twitch of his shaft, pressed snugly against her thigh. But his kiss soon parts, leading down her jaw, her neck, coming to her breasts as his teeth graze the meaty flesh. One hand giving the other attention as he massages it under his warm palm. All while his mouth soon finds her nipple. Tongue toying with the peak to have it rise before sucking on it greedily.

That’s how he was feeling, greedy. And it all lead down to his face between her thighs. He’s practically drooling at the sight as he keeps her legs spread. Kisses are pressed to her inner thigh as he groans at how close he is to those lips.

“Mine, all mine” he growls lowly against her as he bites against the thick flesh. Marking it, bruising it as he greedily left his impression on her.

[arczism]

[rxckin-phxrxoh]

@micsmasmuses Cont. from X~

That voice- he recognized that voice all too well. Turning to him his steely eyes grow wide. His usual calm composure breaking as he sees the person he’s been dying to duel again. He’s about to speak before he’s suddenly pulled down into a kiss. A solid one at that. He’s unsure how to react as Atem pulls away and he’s stuck staring at him as his cheeks start to flush.

“You…” he stares at him a while before his hands come to his face. Cupping his cheeks as he looks him in the eyes. Bringing him back into a kiss. Eyes fluttering shut as the kiss deepens between them. A challenge to kiss him better than he did as his fingers card up into the former pharaohs hair.

Ahh, that shocked expression was absolutely what he'd been hoping for. A low chuckle left the former pharaoh at the flush upon that usually stoic face, feeling quite pleased with himself. It seemed the element of surprise had been worth the wait.

Yet when those deep blue eyes looked into his own, those large hands cupping his face with a surprisingly gentle touch, well...Atem all but melted. He willingly leaned back into the kiss, a low hum leaving his chest as slender arms moved up to drape over those broad shoulders, pulling Kaiba closer.

How long had he waited for this? To finally be able to be with the man who had, admittedly, captured his full attention from the first day they'd met. Not being one to back down from a challenge, he happily kissed Kaiba back without a second thought, pulling slowly away after a long moment.

Soft eyes stared up into those beautiful blue hues above him, though he kept his arms around Seto's shoulders before he finally spoke again.

"...I have waited far too long for this moment, Seto Kaiba. Every second worth begging the Gods to allow me to return to this life....To you.... Now I see it was all worth the fight." He said, a soft smile appearing upon his lips as he spoke. Genuine, real.

In all honesty he'd spend ever single moment of his time in the afterlife begging, pleading, pestering the Gods to allow him to return until they'd finally grown sick of him and ended up dropping him back to earth. Now, here he was, real, whole, and alive, and back in the arms of a man he thought he'd never get to see again.

"I only regret not being able to do this sooner. I have missed you terribly, Seto Kaiba."

[rxckin-phxrxoh]

-

Everything about this was so raw, something more primal than he’d ever experienced before. Atem’s nails dug gently into the other man’s upper back, legs wrapping around his waist to drive him deeper.

Hearing Kaiba moaning against him, his own moans echoing back in between heavy breaths as his hips bucked up into every thrust. Half-lidded eyes looked up at the powerful man atop him, he didn’t want it to stop. He wanted more, one hand moving up to thread his fingers through that usually perfect chestnut hair, though he was careful not to tug or pull.

It didn’t take long before he felt himself growing close to the edge, but he would do his best to hold on for as long as he could, legs tightening around Kaiba’s waist as a silent warning.

[unholymicsmas]

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He groans against him as he angels his hips better, snapping them against him as his thrusts hit deeper. The feeling of Atem’s legs wrapping around his waist already makes Seto know he’s close. Instead of mocking him though, seto continues while picking up the pace. Wanting to rub it in his face if he came early with how rough he was being.

“Atem” his voice was soft, heavy and breathless as he soon bringing him into a kiss. It’s sloppy between them, tongues mingling with each other as he feels himself growing close as well.

[rxckin-phxrxoh]

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“Seto…” Atem groaned back in response, kissing the man back without an ounce of hesitation. Every thrust brought him closer to tipping over the edge, and while he was doing his best to hold back, it finally became all too much for the former pharaoh.

His head fell back, eyes closing and back arching as he came hard, legs clamping heavily around the man’s waist as his walls tightened and pulsated around that still thrusting cock, feeling his entire body shivering under the intense pleasure.

[unholymicsmas]

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“Fuck you’re tight…” He groans lifting his head up as he feels his walls clamp around his cock. Eyes flutter shut as he gasps out continuing to pound into him as it grows sticky between them as Atem came. The way his body shivered against him only spurs him on more as he continues to rock into him. He’s getting closer himself but he wants to last longer despite making Atem come first.

Though it’s short lived as his thrusts become uneven and sloppy as he feels the knot in his stomach grow tighter. The warmth soon exploding within his stomach as his hips soon still as he comes deep inside him. A low groan of the others name escaping his lips as he hides his face in his neck. Riding out his orgasm with a few random thrusts mainly to tease as the mess between them grows.

[rxckin-phxrxoh]

@micsmasmuses Cont. from X~

That voice- he recognized that voice all too well. Turning to him his steely eyes grow wide. His usual calm composure breaking as he sees the person he’s been dying to duel again. He’s about to speak before he’s suddenly pulled down into a kiss. A solid one at that. He’s unsure how to react as Atem pulls away and he’s stuck staring at him as his cheeks start to flush.

“You…” he stares at him a while before his hands come to his face. Cupping his cheeks as he looks him in the eyes. Bringing him back into a kiss. Eyes fluttering shut as the kiss deepens between them. A challenge to kiss him better than he did as his fingers card up into the former pharaohs hair.

Ahh, that shocked expression was absolutely what he'd been hoping for. A low chuckle left the former pharaoh at the flush upon that usually stoic face, feeling quite pleased with himself. It seemed the element of surprise had been worth the wait.

Yet when those deep blue eyes looked into his own, those large hands cupping his face with a surprisingly gentle touch, well...Atem all but melted. He willingly leaned back into the kiss, a low hum leaving his chest as slender arms moved up to drape over those broad shoulders, pulling Kaiba closer.

How long had he waited for this? To finally be able to be with the man who had, admittedly, captured his full attention from the first day they'd met. Not being one to back down from a challenge, he happily kissed Kaiba back without a second thought, pulling slowly away after a long moment.

Soft eyes stared up into those beautiful blue hues above him, though he kept his arms around Seto's shoulders before he finally spoke again.

"...I have waited far too long for this moment, Seto Kaiba. Every second worth begging the Gods to allow me to return to this life....To you.... Now I see it was all worth the fight." He said, a soft smile appearing upon his lips as he spoke. Genuine, real.

In all honesty he'd spend ever single moment of his time in the afterlife begging, pleading, pestering the Gods to allow him to return until they'd finally grown sick of him and ended up dropping him back to earth. Now, here he was, real, whole, and alive, and back in the arms of a man he thought he'd never get to see again.

"I only regret not being able to do this sooner. I have missed you terribly, Seto Kaiba."

[rxckin-phxrxoh]

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Everything about this was so raw, something more primal than he’d ever experienced before. Atem’s nails dug gently into the other man’s upper back, legs wrapping around his waist to drive him deeper.

Hearing Kaiba moaning against him, his own moans echoing back in between heavy breaths as his hips bucked up into every thrust. Half-lidded eyes looked up at the powerful man atop him, he didn’t want it to stop. He wanted more, one hand moving up to thread his fingers through that usually perfect chestnut hair, though he was careful not to tug or pull.

It didn’t take long before he felt himself growing close to the edge, but he would do his best to hold on for as long as he could, legs tightening around Kaiba’s waist as a silent warning.

[unholymicsmas]

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He groans against him as he angels his hips better, snapping them against him as his thrusts hit deeper. The feeling of Atem’s legs wrapping around his waist already makes Seto know he’s close. Instead of mocking him though, seto continues while picking up the pace. Wanting to rub it in his face if he came early with how rough he was being.

“Atem” his voice was soft, heavy and breathless as he soon bringing him into a kiss. It’s sloppy between them, tongues mingling with each other as he feels himself growing close as well.

[rxckin-phxrxoh]

@micsmasmuses Cont. from X~

That voice- he recognized that voice all too well. Turning to him his steely eyes grow wide. His usual calm composure breaking as he sees the person he’s been dying to duel again. He’s about to speak before he’s suddenly pulled down into a kiss. A solid one at that. He’s unsure how to react as Atem pulls away and he’s stuck staring at him as his cheeks start to flush.

“You…” he stares at him a while before his hands come to his face. Cupping his cheeks as he looks him in the eyes. Bringing him back into a kiss. Eyes fluttering shut as the kiss deepens between them. A challenge to kiss him better than he did as his fingers card up into the former pharaohs hair.

Ahh, that shocked expression was absolutely what he'd been hoping for. A low chuckle left the former pharaoh at the flush upon that usually stoic face, feeling quite pleased with himself. It seemed the element of surprise had been worth the wait.

Yet when those deep blue eyes looked into his own, those large hands cupping his face with a surprisingly gentle touch, well...Atem all but melted. He willingly leaned back into the kiss, a low hum leaving his chest as slender arms moved up to drape over those broad shoulders, pulling Kaiba closer.

How long had he waited for this? To finally be able to be with the man who had, admittedly, captured his full attention from the first day they'd met. Not being one to back down from a challenge, he happily kissed Kaiba back without a second thought, pulling slowly away after a long moment.

Soft eyes stared up into those beautiful blue hues above him, though he kept his arms around Seto's shoulders before he finally spoke again.

"...I have waited far too long for this moment, Seto Kaiba. Every second worth begging the Gods to allow me to return to this life....To you.... Now I see it was all worth the fight." He said, a soft smile appearing upon his lips as he spoke. Genuine, real.

In all honesty he'd spend ever single moment of his time in the afterlife begging, pleading, pestering the Gods to allow him to return until they'd finally grown sick of him and ended up dropping him back to earth. Now, here he was, real, whole, and alive, and back in the arms of a man he thought he'd never get to see again.

"I only regret not being able to do this sooner. I have missed you terribly, Seto Kaiba."

[unholymicsmas]

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A grunt of his own escapes him as he feels the other buck against his hips. Grinding together as he lets out a huff against his neck. The boxers were in the way at this point. Already he’s leaning back taking them off the both of them. Tossed to the side both of them now fully bear. His cock twitches, already dripping with precum at the very sight of Atem under him.

“You’re beautiful…” he says softly while his hands run down his sides. Feeling him as his fingers run over his plush thighs. Soon reaching over he grabs some lube he kept in the drawer by his bed. Lathering his fingers up before spreading Atem’s legs.

Starting with a finger he tests the waters before adding another. He didn’t want to ruin him first thing. Especially as his other hand lubes up his cock. Touching himself as he preps his lover underneath him. A third finger is added, pushing deep into the rockstar as Seto watches his face contort in pleasure.

[rxckin-phxrxoh]

He felt like he was losing his mind as those fingers worked deep inside him, reaching places he'd never felt before. Body writhing with every thrust of those fingers, back arching, mouth open as hot breaths were torn from his lips as though he was being burned alive from the inside out. It was driving him insane, and he knew Kaiba could see it.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore, fingers weren't enough. He wanted the real thing, he wanted it so badly it hurt, blurry eyes looking up at the man above him in desperation. Arms reached up to Kaiba, hands open, reaching for him.

"Please.... Stop teasing me...." Atem wasn't normally one to beg, but dammit all, this time was an exception. "I want you.... Take me... Make me yours...."

[unholymicsmas]

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That raw desperation, he’s never seen this before. And he knows the other isn’t one to beg so easily. So this truly gets his heart pumping as he stares down at him. Atem reaching for him as he begs for him to take him. This was… actually happening. Long time rivals now in bed together after years of yearning. He could cum right here and now.

But slowly he removes his fingers giving the rockstar what he wished for as he lines himself up. Soon teasing his entrance as he leans down to be close to him once again. Letting Atem grab on to him as he slowly pushes his way in. Not wanting to hurt the other male as he bottoms out. Arms wrap around Atem as Seto starts a slow needy pace. Hips already snapping the deeper he goes. Just wanting him used to it as he groans against his neck.

Lips soon meet again, swallowing up every noise as he slowly picks up the pace. Skin now slapping against each other as their tongues explore each other’s mouths. Seto moaning against him, he’s so tight around him it’s hard to keep his composure.

[rxckin-phxrxoh]

@micsmasmuses Cont. from X~

That voice- he recognized that voice all too well. Turning to him his steely eyes grow wide. His usual calm composure breaking as he sees the person he’s been dying to duel again. He’s about to speak before he’s suddenly pulled down into a kiss. A solid one at that. He’s unsure how to react as Atem pulls away and he’s stuck staring at him as his cheeks start to flush.

“You…” he stares at him a while before his hands come to his face. Cupping his cheeks as he looks him in the eyes. Bringing him back into a kiss. Eyes fluttering shut as the kiss deepens between them. A challenge to kiss him better than he did as his fingers card up into the former pharaohs hair.

Ahh, that shocked expression was absolutely what he'd been hoping for. A low chuckle left the former pharaoh at the flush upon that usually stoic face, feeling quite pleased with himself. It seemed the element of surprise had been worth the wait.

Yet when those deep blue eyes looked into his own, those large hands cupping his face with a surprisingly gentle touch, well...Atem all but melted. He willingly leaned back into the kiss, a low hum leaving his chest as slender arms moved up to drape over those broad shoulders, pulling Kaiba closer.

How long had he waited for this? To finally be able to be with the man who had, admittedly, captured his full attention from the first day they'd met. Not being one to back down from a challenge, he happily kissed Kaiba back without a second thought, pulling slowly away after a long moment.

Soft eyes stared up into those beautiful blue hues above him, though he kept his arms around Seto's shoulders before he finally spoke again.

"...I have waited far too long for this moment, Seto Kaiba. Every second worth begging the Gods to allow me to return to this life....To you.... Now I see it was all worth the fight." He said, a soft smile appearing upon his lips as he spoke. Genuine, real.

In all honesty he'd spend ever single moment of his time in the afterlife begging, pleading, pestering the Gods to allow him to return until they'd finally grown sick of him and ended up dropping him back to earth. Now, here he was, real, whole, and alive, and back in the arms of a man he thought he'd never get to see again.

"I only regret not being able to do this sooner. I have missed you terribly, Seto Kaiba."

[unholymicsmas]

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A grunt of his own escapes him as he feels the other buck against his hips. Grinding together as he lets out a huff against his neck. The boxers were in the way at this point. Already he’s leaning back taking them off the both of them. Tossed to the side both of them now fully bear. His cock twitches, already dripping with precum at the very sight of Atem under him.

“You’re beautiful…” he says softly while his hands run down his sides. Feeling him as his fingers run over his plush thighs. Soon reaching over he grabs some lube he kept in the drawer by his bed. Lathering his fingers up before spreading Atem’s legs.

Starting with a finger he tests the waters before adding another. He didn’t want to ruin him first thing. Especially as his other hand lubes up his cock. Touching himself as he preps his lover underneath him. A third finger is added, pushing deep into the rockstar as Seto watches his face contort in pleasure.

[thoughtcascades]

i’m not trying to be a slut but if you kiss my neck i’m gonna forget how to behave

[unholymicsmas]

@bravcguardian asked: [MUFFLE]: sender puts their hand over receiver's mouth to keep them quiet / Aether to Kaeya

He’s loud he’ll admit that. Especially when Aether has his legs over his shoulders and his back pressed against the wall of an empty alley. The cavalry captain is bent all kinds of ways showing off how flexible he truly was as the traveler had his way with him. Hips snapping against his as Kaeya moans out his name, trying to be quiet as the blonde hits him deeper.

A gloved hand comes over his mouth as his noises were muffled by that icy stare from Aether who doesn’t want them getting caught as one of the knights walk by without even knowing what’s going on. Gods that makes his cock ache. Twitching, hard and red. So desperate to cum even as Aether slows his thrusts still fucking him deep as Kaeya gasps out. Hand soon replaced with his mouth as Aether pulls him into a kiss and shoves his tongue down his throat. Keeping him quiet as he swallowed up every moan and whine that escapes him.

Another thrust, hips snap and he can feel how close Aether is. The blonde struggling as he picks up the pace again, thrusts sporadic and hitting Kaeya in all the right places before the blunette pulls back finally coming as he bites hard on his lower lip with Aether coming soon after as his hips still filling him up as tears make their way down Kaeya’s cheeks and blood drips down his chin from biting his lip too hard. Panting and sweaty he feels Aether’s lips on his neck as Kaeya slumps against him.

“Thanks for such a nice welcome home…” Aether chuckles as all kaeya can do is groan and bury his face in the crook of his neck.

[endennnope]

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Day 3 - Thigh Riding

A calm moment

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[unholymicsmas]

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Eddie presses a kiss to his fingers, eyes closing as he takes two of his fingers into his mouth. Tongue running over them, wetting them, lubing them up as Volt gets Eddie’s pants and underwear off and tossing them to the side. The brunette now fully nude on him as Volt trails his hands down his husband’s sides. Eddie shivers under the touch as he takes Garry’s fingers out of his mouth as Volt leans close to Garry whispering in his ear as he guides the others hand.

“I’m going to show you how to stretch him alright? Then he’s yours” Volt says guiding Garry’s hand. Showing how to circle his entrance as Eddie shudders at the touch. Volt guides a finger in making the brunette gasp as he presses his forehead to Garry’s shoulder. Hiding his face away as another finger is entered.

Bolt shows Garry how to scissor his fingers, stretching and pleasuring Eddie as lewd moans escape him as they press deeper. Volt soon adding two of his own fingers as well praising the two of them as Eddie moans out arching his back.

“Doing so good darling, you’re almost done” Volt coos to Eddie who can only whine in response. Such a rare sight to others besides Volt and now Garry. Finally able to see the brunette come undone especially with just their fingers. Eddie’s cock now fully dripping with pre as it painfully twitches while the two practically tease him. He was ready ages ago but that look on Volt’s face says it all and he knows he’s enjoying it.

“Fucking put it in already” Eddie huffs out as Volt rolls his eyes. Taking his and Garry’s fingers out, Eddie only groans at the loss. Trying to catch his breath before Volt lines Eddie’s hips up with Garry’s cock before slowly lowering him on it. Bottoming out and all Eddie can do is breathe heavy against Garry as he tries not to cum while shooting volt a death glare as the other gave him a playful smirk.

“Go easy, you can even guide his hips” volt says while his hands place Garry’s hands on Eddie’s hips. His larger ones rest over Garry’s as he has him squeeze Eddie’s sides. Garry could feel the brunette shaking slightly under him as he adjusts to Garry’s size.

“Such a pretty sight right? That’s yours~” Volt whispers while pressing kisses to Garry’s neck, love bites covering his skin as he makes claim to the one pressed against him. His own hips pressing against him. His hard on rubbing against Garry’s ass as he bites at his shoulder.

[thebladesmithmuses]

@-`-,- <3

Garry had figured once that someone licking his fingers seemed disgusting. Maybe because he never actually experienced it, or the fact that this was Eddie doing it and not a complete stranger.

But it was far, far from disgusting. It wasn't moan worthy. But Garry did shiver slightly. The feeling of Eddie's tongue sliding over his fingers, brushing his finger knuckles. That wet, warm tongue moved effortlessly. Garry was almost sure his pale skin was going to stain red after this whole thing was over.

And to top it all off Volt breathing on his neck and whispering in his ear. Garry was far to distracted with what Eddie before to notice the tiny tingle that voice sent through his temple and his ear. Like a tiny static shock just underneath his skin. It traveled from his skin to tickle at his brain in an pleasant sort of itch.

Garry went along with the movements. Concern in his brow as he moved his fingers gently. He didn't want to hurt Eddie. The young man was just too soft hearted to think of being rough. Trying to be mindful of his fingernails once Volt let him try on his own. Garry's fingers were clumsy at first. Evident in his lack of knowledge. Though he picked up the motions quickly. He already had the dexterity in his fingers. After all, a seamster and a painter were good with their hands. The noises Eddie was making sent that same tingle through him as when Volt whispered in his ear. Garry's other hand kept busy as well. Curious light touching as they brushed down the firm muscles on Eddie's chest and stomach. It was delicate. Almost feather light.

Then came the next step. And though it wasn't Garry himself being put through it-- yet, he still felt incredibly nervous. Like the nerves from before that had been bound and gagged got free to run havoc. A mix of self conscious thought and worry about hurting the other. Even as Eddie slid over his dick. Even with the rush that caused him to lean back into Volt once more with a long high putched groan. There was still nerves. His arms placed on Eddie's shoulders. Not pressing, but gripping lightly. Once Eddie was seated Garry looked at him. Noting the glare and looking away.

Volt's guiding hands brought Garry's gaze back though. As he watch them being placed. Volt was right though. Seeing Eddie tremble and moan with shuttreing breathes in between. His wildest fantasy couldn't prepare him for this. Garry swallowed hard and let out a shaky breath. Even if Volt hadn't said anything, Garry would have still taken it easy. Garry guided Eddie softly. With gentle thrusts that brushed against Volt as well. Though, Volt didn't give Garry much room not to rub against the bulge between the man's legs. Though. Far be it for Garry to leave Volt out of this. Even if he didn't know what he was doing exactly, Garry did try to make sure Volt got full contact. All the while Garry whimpered and moaned. His head leaning to the side to give Volt more access.

Garry got one of his hands free. Running it up Volt's arm as far as it would go. His fingers delicately wrapping around the other man's arm. Even with how long and thin the young man's fingers were. They still definitely didn't wrap around Volt's arm.

Garry still couldn't believe this was all happening. He was sandwiched between these two beautiful men. And they were his.

[unholymicsmas]

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The way Garry moves his hips has Eddie going. Leaned back, looking down between them as Volt’s fingers wrap around Eddie’s cock. Slowly stroking him off as the brunette bites down on his lower lip. “Fuck- volt- Garry~” Eddie moans out as volt helps Garry get deeper.

“You’re both doing so good~” volt coos as he presses soft kisses to his neck. Watching his husband as Eddie tries not to make so much noise. A smirk plays on his lips as a kiss is pressed to Garry’s cheek. Soon having Eddie lay back so Garry was on top, sending him pushing in deeper causing Eddie to moan out Garry’s name loudly in pleasure. Large digits soon take off Garry’s pants and such tossing them to the side as Volt runs his hands over Garry’s sides. Leaning over him as soft kisses were pressed to his back. Urging him to keep going as he soon starts to prep Garry. Fingers still lubed up from Eddie to make it easy as he stretched out the one on top the brunette.

Volt bites down on his lower lip as his free hand unzips his own pants and freeing him from the tightness of his pants with a sigh. Soon removing his fingers his hands soon knead into Garry’s ass cheeks, spreading them as his cock rubs between them and teasing his hole.

“Ready?” He asks leaning over him. Pressing another soft kiss to his neck before looking up at Garry.