#dokidokiprincess

You don’t generally mind the waiting, actually. You like the games he’s fond of playing, but Sindre has been drawing everything out longer this evening and your thighs are starting to quiver. He’s wonderfully warm, but you’ve been sitting astride him for the past ten minutes, letting him fuss, and you know he’s as hard as you are achingly wet. If he’d let you move from this damned spot, you could do something about the ache the both of you are feeling.

“Shall I close my eyes and ruin half the fun, my treasure?” Sindre huffs, his warm breath making you squirm. His pupils widen when you move, leaving only the thinnest ring of gold in his eyes. Finally he releases your chin, waving his claws in a ridiculous shoo of a gesture. You should probably stretch things out again, just because of that, but.. You’re selfish enough to lean on your palms and push yourself back, whimpering when his erection pokes against your thigh. 

“Too much?” Sindre asks, voice rumbling through your entire body, looking terribly smug. “Or does my treasure simply need a bit of help?”

“Quiet,” shooting him a faux glare, knowing that he’s trying to goad you into rushing, just so he can purposely slow things back down again. “I’m allowed to savor this.”

Sindre laughs, just as you take him in hand and press him against you. His laughter immediately chokes off into a growl that leaves you shaking. He slips in a little deeper than you intended and then both of you are stilling, only your breath keeping the room from silence. Sindre’s wings - half trapped under his body - tense when you wriggle and for a single moment, his eyes do fall closed.

“Didn’t you want to keep watching?” You joke, watching intently as his eyes flutter open once more.