[ since his mouth is full at the moment and she's not too keen on fighting the tentacle, because what he's doing feels incredible, she buries her face in the crook of his neck and drops a few kisses there; eventually sinking her fangs in. she hums against his skin, sucking a mark into it, which she immediately soothes over with her tongue. his name tumbles out of her mouth, caught in a moan as his hands continue to tease her back, her sides, her everything. she feels like she's being driven mad. ]
...these... [ she huffs, doing her best to form a coherent thought, but when his hand fits itself between her legs he'll feel just how wet she is. ] Dante. [ pressing down against his hand she whines again. ] ...these dumb clothes... [ ah, yes, good enough, that should translate plenty. ]
[ the other rounded tentacle has already coiled itself around her breast, squeezing rhythmically, as the bladed ones map out the contours of dante's chest; stopping only to flick over his nipples. ]
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Re: day 248
Date: 2020-06-21 04:25 pm (UTC)...these... [ she huffs, doing her best to form a coherent thought, but when his hand fits itself between her legs he'll feel just how wet she is. ] Dante. [ pressing down against his hand she whines again. ] ...these dumb clothes... [ ah, yes, good enough, that should translate plenty. ]
[ the other rounded tentacle has already coiled itself around her breast, squeezing rhythmically, as the bladed ones map out the contours of dante's chest; stopping only to flick over his nipples. ]