deathbrnger:
“ well, y’ won’t be hearin’ any complaints from me, then. ” he grinned that signature mischievous grin of his and gave her hips a little squeeze. “ less work for me. ” he chuckled as his hands ventured up higher, eventually moving from her body to grab her face instead and pull her down for a quick kiss.
Following his gesture, she bent downwards to press her lips against his, moving her hips backwards sneak-like to unite them as they kissed. Unlike most times, she didn’t linger on slow movements or drag things out for long for the sake of working him up. She rode him hard and fast, fingernails burying themselves in his skin and leaving angry red marks upon it. That didn’t mean she wasn’t loud all the same; Koshka still arched her neck when she reached her peak and called out for him at the top of her lungs, both by his name and his ‘nickname’.














