I.D. - HANK. // LOVER.
A breathy laugh left Hank, head shifting to nose at the tresses of her hair. North is a mess at the mere brush of such delicate wires, sensations shooting up through every circuit and thin link that made up the woman. He wanted to drink in the sight of her, every flush of skin and every noise that escaped her plush lips. Fingers rubbed lazily along those wires, giving soft squeezes as Hank moved.
“Not teasing, North. I’m telling the truth.”
SHE ALL BUT WHINES at his words , the continued pulling & playing at sensitive wires in her neck , body tingling & hips still moving desperately for friction , teeth sinking into her lower lip. one hand rests between her legs , breathy moans leaving her lips as hank’s fingers move along her wires. as good as it feels , it’s not enough for what she wants , what she NEEDS at the moment. she wants more , eyes closing when she speaks.
❝ You plan on only having your fingers in my neck, ‘cause I think there’s somewhere else they could be. ❞
















