dreampost: even more after dark edition (V)

[wotanon]

[ All betrayal and kissing games make idols thirsty as f—

please list what you're open or not open to somewhere in your toplevel pls and thank ]

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[rollplayinghouse]

[She runs her hand over his skin more deliberately, fascinated, watching the patterns move, then splaying more of her hand across his chest.

It's a few moments of that before she registers what he said properly, and she blinks. At least she's already flushed enough from the heat, even a slight sheen of sweat showing, that any color that rises to her cheeks isn't noticeable.]

Well... I am now.

[selfpreservationist]

[he lets out a palpable shiver, his chest rising to meet her touch. the tattoos actually spread from him a little, just enough to coil around her fingers. they feel vaguely soft, but not entirely... physical]

I can tell. That, and you seem... warm.

[rollplayinghouse]

[She makes a soft noise in her throat, only barely audible, as the tattoos touch her.]

Mm. I don't... seem warm enough, usually.

[She leans in a bit further so she can press a kiss above his collar bone.]

[selfpreservationist]

[sighs, eyelids fluttering]

I think I can help with that.

[his hand moves to her shoulder, tattoos coiling around his fingers like inky tendrils, the tips brushing her skin]

[rollplayinghouse]

[There's a sharp intake of breath this time, the contact much more obvious when he's touching her, and then she grazes his collarbone with her teeth before responding.]

You... always help with that. I want you... and, like everything else, it's... surprisingly easy to tell you that. There's just... always more.

[She tilts her head to better expose her shoulder.]

I want more. What can you do with those...? I want to feel it.

[selfpreservationist]

Let's find out.

[he drags his fingertips along her shoulder, to her collarbone and chest, and the tattoos expand like soft feathers tickling her, and when his hand comes to her breast they swirl around it, teasing at her nipple]

[rollplayinghouse]

Ah...

[She moves into the touch shamelessly, straddling his lap so she can get closer. When he reaches her nipple, her breathing stops for a moment and her nails dig into his skin.]

[selfpreservationist]

[he chuckles and keeps doing it, bringing his other hand up to do the same to her other breast]

Oh...

[rollplayinghouse]

[A shiver runs through her, her back arching as she abruptly breathes again.]

That... feels pretty good so far.