#davrax

Even if he didn't really like it (due to the inefficiency of the act) his eyes wandered to find her pinkish toned thighs, his body craved the softness of it. You could ask the Davrax some time ago and he wouldn't even care about the comfort of the thin mattress of the cot, "As long as it's usable to it's purpose" that would be his reply.

But now the tables had shifted, and his mind couldn't or just didn't want to concentrate on his blueprints any longer, Davrax's subconsciousness had another thing to put all its efforts in memorizing.

"Stay there, Little Thing" he ordered with a groggy voice.

Lonihx didn't even plan to move in the first place. The cot, while a bit too hard to nap on it, was pretty decent for her to stretch her legs.

"There... just like... that" A loud metallic thud was heard as the Warpsmith fell to his knees right in front of the cot, while removing the helmet as his head slowly fell to that sweet spot where her thighs met.

In the moment she felt the weight of the man on her lap, Lonihx's throat purred smoothly to the first showcase of his neediness for the daemonette.

"Finally cracking?" She asked in her usual honey-like tone, the same tone she uses to tease him because she knows how much he hates it.

And that was the same tone he was now craving to hear in hush tones on his ear.

"Just... need to check something"

The usual silence of the recluded room would keep going, until a murmur started to rise from him.

"...18, 19, 20..."

"...27, 28, 29, 30..."

And then again.

"...14, 15, 16, 17..."

"...23, 24, 25, 26..."

Memorizing her little details, this was his excuse, his little loophole to just not admit that he was falling for the softness of her flesh.

"37 little moles on your right thigh, 32 on the left one..." He mumbled as he engraved into his mind that little fact about her.

"And that information is useful because...?"