⠀⠀⠀⠀▋⤻⠀⠀. . .
do you not want a kiss?
hehe, when you frown your forehead gets wrinkly.
you’ve been avoiding me. why are you upset?
dear me, you’re home late. long day?
"⠀⠀don't be quiet.⠀⠀" they pant as they manage to pull away only for a moment, squinting with disapproval at the attempts to stay relatively silent. then their head is lowered again, mouth moving with an increased vigorous pace as they grow accustomed, no complaints heard from them with their head pressed impossibly close to his sex- even when they can hardly breathe. nor any heard at the harsh tugging of their hair that are smoothed out. if anything, as akhtar intently watched the clear signs that their lover was enjoying themselves, it only managed to make the ache between their legs worse. ⠀⠀⠀▋⤻⠀⠀@mortesarte
* and morthelme squirms against akhtar’s relenting tongue as much as he can, the sudden surge of force making him choke down a cry and instead release a sharp exhale through clenched teeth. his fingers try to be kind; running through his hair & combing it back when he feels his grip has become too punishing * practicing. * a huffed, dazed laugh, only pushing akhtar’s face as close as he can yet still *
"⠀⠀hard to forget. told you i've been practicing.⠀⠀" they allow themselves a small moment of satisfaction with a celebratory smug smile, then their tongue is on him again, taking his clit into their mouth and sucking harshly before his tongue applies more force in tight circles. as for their fingers, they alternate between pausing to curl upwards and prodding further, familiarising themselves again on everything that made him jolt or grip their hair a little harder with said new practiced techniques. ⠀⠀⠀▋⤻⠀⠀@mortesarte
before you say anything - I put the fire out myself. see , I can solve my ow - .... why is it back.
it seems enecor is hiding. yet again.
i have to get myself washed off. move.
it’s too hot in here.
if you do not silence yourself, i will do it myself.