#scarlet lips

 Won’t you allow him to be selfish?

To kiss you with such selfish little lips? Dyed in scarlet and painted with nothing but want and desire and lust?

To let his cherry painted fingers dash over your skin and come undone under him?

Would you ever dare to allow him such a pleasure?

As you whisper nothing but sweet little praises into his ears, your fingers tucked under his chin and pull him closer.

He leans into your touch like this, a needy little whimper leaving his lips, and you tell him that he can be as selfish as he wants.

So his gloved hands tangle into your clothing, desperate and wanting – and slam your lips together. He cares not for the rouge that decorates his lips, washing away with the tide.

It is your little world here, behind these closed doors of his little backstage room; your hands tangling on his locks and giving it just a little experimental tug.

Poor Kashuu nigh cums from that alone, his moan oh so loud – bouncing off of the walls and ringing in your ears. It’s nothing but little wanton sounds from his lips, cheeks flushed and head swirling with nothing but lust and need.

When you two part, there is a string of saliva connecting you two; a silvery sliver of a string of ate.

Even as you two part ways, he whispers that he wants more, timidly asking you for such a prize.