[ teeth tugging at her lips, biting without quite biting. it's a familiar sensation. this is how it was with... most of the others, wasn't it? so why does kiana feel so much gentler than she remembers-
there. kiana's teeth sink into her lip; stelle cries out, her hand tightening its grip even as her hips buck forward. no more time to waste. no more of these games. she yanks kiana's head back, bites at a chunk of shoulder - not hard enough to draw blood, but close. her free hand drops down, fumbling at kiana's lips before slipping two fingers in.
...for the appearance of preparation, of course. they've done with less before, but not while stelle's been in her right mind. (if she can really call this "in her right mind.") ]
Still want this?
[ she doesn't need to ask that, either. but... it's nice, hearing kiana's numerous yeses each time. ]
no subject
there. kiana's teeth sink into her lip; stelle cries out, her hand tightening its grip even as her hips buck forward. no more time to waste. no more of these games. she yanks kiana's head back, bites at a chunk of shoulder - not hard enough to draw blood, but close. her free hand drops down, fumbling at kiana's lips before slipping two fingers in.
...for the appearance of preparation, of course. they've done with less before, but not while stelle's been in her right mind. (if she can really call this "in her right mind.") ]
Still want this?
[ she doesn't need to ask that, either. but... it's nice, hearing kiana's numerous yeses each time. ]