🐶
--- The Ex-King’s newfound smile curled, tucked into his cheeks in an expression much like the kitten who had stolen the milk. He had, after a fashion. Pressing soft, curious kisses up the twitching calves of beloved’s form, and the artful swell of thigh above Hveðrungr’s knee. These lean, long lines, flushed, and overheated; there was no greater wonder than leaving the Raven King like this.
He could still hear the drumming of beloved’s heart. It was a proud thing, to know it was of his doing. The heavy, pleasured throbs that struggled to return to composure.
Still damp too, the splay of the smaller’s thighs, here in his journey back upwards did Haetta nuzzle amongst the mess. His own pulse skittering, exhilarated at the smearing of his face, and beard - all that was normally neat and clean - in the tacky, salty, cinnamon scented filth.
“I like you like this.”
@kingoftheravens
