~ nsft sideblog ~

the brunette's thoughts were everywhere, but she was doing her best to stay in this moment with him. she spent too much time daydreaming about this not to savour every single second of it. she quickly removed her bralette, cursing herself for even wearing one today, even though she couldn't have possibly predicted this. "—you're such a brat." her delivery matched mica's as edie kissed them again. she pulled back just far enough to whisper, "do you want me to keep being good to you?" her tone is playful and her expression mischevious. her eyes focused on mica's shirtless form, as if she were seeing it for the first time. "you're so beautiful." she chuckled softly at their comment and reached for their hand. she pressed a gentle kiss on the back of his hand before placing his hand on her chest so she could feel her heart race. "—do i feel real?"

"you knew what you were getting into," mica assured, though the double entendre was said with an impish grin to follow. her question is followed up with a face of mock thought that instantly fell once her hand took his and placed it to her chest. to her heart. and the hammering beat almost synced up with their own. the blonde was a brat, yes. but there was something more than just sexual with her on this. it was a connection that they had danced around for so long, it was like breathing properly for the first time. "said as if you were not the most ethereal person i had ever seen," he confessed and then nodded. "real. flesh and blood and beauty beyond compare." michael rolled her hips in wanting, the arousal throbbing against the delicate lace and beneath the long skirt. "you could make the stars themselves jealous."

As they kiss Nirvana allows her arms to roam over Cai’s body. First they hold them close by their jaw, down their neck, towards their chest and to their abdomen. Water coating their skin and helping her fingertips move with ease. She’s in control, even as Cai rolls their hips into her, letting her feel their hardened arousal. Nirvana’s movements continue to be slow, gentle even, hand finally coming between them to pay attention to what’s clearly requesting it. She helps them guide it between her legs, not into her, but just allowing them to rub against hers, she’s already dripping with arousal even as the water coats them and her hips begin rolling against theirs to create friction between the two. “Tell me; does it feel good?” She asks resting her forehead against Cai’s eyes locked with them.

pretty boys whose eyes roll back into their head when you finally touch them. pretty boys who whisper "oh fuck" under their breath. pretty boys who need to be restrained because they can't handle the teasing. pretty boys who forget they're holding their breath and let out little gasps and pants. pretty boys who cry when they get to leak for you.

There's something that feels so different in Cai's softness compared to what Nirvana's attempt of a romantic life was usually like, if she could call it that at all. She had been avoiding building something with someone for so long that she didn't even remember what moments like this could feel like. It seemed like she was always running from something, even if she didn't know at all what it was, but Cai had made her stop. She keeps her hair out of the way, dripping wet over her clavicle not bothering to hide the smile that curves her lips when Cai compliments her, she turns around slowly, one feet after the other, as her hand find's Cai's waist, finally pulling them closer to erase the distance between their bodies, soaked skin pressing against theirs and finally leaning in to press a kiss to Cai's lips. It's soft at first, Nirvana's hands come up to hold Cai's face, hands placing softly over their jaw, just enough to keep them there as she deepens the kiss and her body presses closer to theirs.

@resplendentdare