#dcndrolust

Columbina's shawl lays in a pile on the floor, her lace mask gone from her face in a flourish of stardust. She takes in a deep breath, exhaling shakily as hands scramble for purchase, grabbing onto Lohen's arms from behind. "Wait- L- Lohen-" She gasps, nails just shy of digging into his skin.

“Hn.” A deft hand moved, gently tracing along her inner thigh to her knee, perhaps a soft pressure in its wake to lift her leg some to better admire her. Warmth stirred within him as his gaze would glide over her form, eyes carefully tracing over her as though committing her beauty to memory ( lingering just a hint on her garment, with a keen interest ) before at long last settling to meet her gaze.

It is his very urge to wax poetics upon her form, pretty words likening her to a celestial body. To crystalline lakes he’d seen and blooms he’d borne witness to throughout his travels. But such words wouldn’t dare do her justice. No…perhaps his mouth ought to be put to far better use.

Actions always spoke far louder, did they not?

“Of course.” His free hand would set to gently cup her face as he drew near. A gentle smile laced his lips, as the distance between them closed.

coffee. our muses getting frisky in the kitchen, early in the morning.

          Truly, seeing her with his clothes was a temptation Kazuha could never find it in himself to resist.

          And, no matter his composure, no matter his intent to be sweet, to be gentle, it would always turn right on its head, as that desire gripped him like a vise.

          That very desire which lead him here, body flush against hers as he'd have her pinned against the cabinet. Fucking into her with abandon, their morning meal long forgotten. Nothing but an afterthought to him, as the taste of her lingered on his tongue. As each cant of his hips punched sweet little sounds from her lips and his own alike.

          He couldn't help it, even as he tried to stave off his own voice in favor of indulging in hers. Not that holding back, even in that, was really all that feasible now.

          Not as her plush warmth held fast to him, clenching around him with each fevered thrust into her core, little gasps and rasped whispers of praise spilling from him like water.

          "So good," he murmured, a pitched edge in his voice betraying the nigh insatiable want, even now. "So good for me, mn–!" Even having her in his grasp, singing her beautiful melodies with each drag of his cock within her walls.

          In that moment, she was everything he could ever want.

          In that moment, he couldn't help wanting every last bit of her he could take.

          And, oh, how willingly she would spoil him now, giving him each and every little thing he would desire, and more.

          Thus, as though possessed by maddened desperation, the cord of his reason snapped beyond immediate repair, he would greedily take it all. Would let his mouth wander further, retracing and marking anew the expanse of her soft skin within reach. Mine. Past the hems of his haori, to make that lovely body his canvas, though ever careful not to stray to high it may be seen. Mine. That much, he could manage, even as his mind clouded with lust and need-

          "Hina-"

          A hitched whimper made its way past his grit teeth, his grip on her thigh growing tight enough to bruise. With that very grip, he would shift her enough, angling to move faster, deeper within, until her voice melted into pitched keens he would thank the gods she didn't think to hold back.

          No, wait–forget them.

          The only goddess he would think to worship now was her, and her, alone.

          "Hin–ngh...!"

          A low moan rose and caught in his throat, what would have been her name in almost drunken reverence, drawn by a tug at his hair. The sensation lingered, prickling along his skin as the telltale feeling coiled tight in his gut. As the hand supporting him clenched, nails dragging against the wall he'd pressed it against. As her own hold on him would grow tighter, each swift, harsh buck of his hips growing more and more desperate.

          "Hina," he would all but chant like a mantra, the hazier with impending release his mind would grow. "Hina...hahh, Hina, Hina, Hina-!" As he'd shift to press his fingertips to her clit, toying with the sensitive nub to hasten her own. "Hina...!" Bated, forcibly choked back the more her own voice would hitch and peak, his own but a harmony to complement it, until the tension in him grew taut enough to snap.

          Any attempt at restraint would break fast, a louder, strangled moan spilling forth to match hers as they'd cum.

          Even feeling her shudder against him, even with their breaths left to gasps and pants, he couldn't help the way his body would move on its own, only allowing a brief, stuttered halt, before he'd feel himself move again. Grinding slow, yet firm against her sensitive walls.

          His head knocked against her shoulder, a needy little whine tumbling from his lips as he pressed a kiss to her skin. As his body shivered, traces of overstimulation fraying at his nerves and sparking arousal alike. Still, he let his focus linger on her, for every little reaction she'd give in turn, as he'd trail kisses up the column of her throat and jaw. Leaving a lingering one on her lips in beckoning her to help close the gap, before huffing out a laugh.