heavy breath ghosts across keith's ear, the smell of alcohol fresh yet not too overwhelming. charon presses against him, broad body keeping him in place as lips and teeth begin a slow, sustained attack against neck. a pause, yellowed eyes glowing brightly in the dark of their room. ' you ready for your reward, baby? '
sad horny drunk stories feat. keith koganeĀ / * @warzonic
There's this high that makes him feel incredible for which the unidentified substance Coran provided them with is not to be accounted for. He feels hot and the touches along with the deep rumble of his voice intoxicate him. He can't get enough. He wants more. More of him. More of Charon. He hums (or was that purr?) in approval upon feeling another body pressed against his own and instinctively, he lets his head tilt to the opposite side, making himself vulnerable for the onslaught of teeth and lips. Soft sounds are expelled from slightly parted lips - the alcohol removed his usual inhibition, but his mind stays clear. He tells himself he would deal with the repercussions later should they have any, but right now there was only one name on his mind. One name he'd make sure to chant later on. He's never been very patient and for that, hands begin roaming over the man's sides and arms. This isn't enough. He wants more. He wants to make Charon feel good. He wants to make Charon... loved. Wanted.
' Yeah... more than ready.' There's a hint of playfulness in his voice laced with something akin to adoration. A promise of his own to make it worthwhile, to give him his everything for one night and many more to come.
