@song kang ᵈᵉᵐᵒⁿ I— I have… even shifted… to pleasure myself in a different way… -admits with a red face that has nothing to do with the things they’re doing now, but more so of his own embarrassment-
-his breathing gets faster and his heart starts to pound harder in his chest, face scrunching as you work him open, one hand holding on your arm for support- y yes, because I want you… only you. Your fingers, your and your tongue…
@do hanse ˢʰᵃᵖᵉˢʰᶦᶠᵗᵉʳ i would have thoroughly enjoyed that sight. maybe next time.
-there is artful beauty, watching the sharp rise and fall of your chest, the clamoring of your frantic heart, knowing he was the sole culprit for your state. he listened to your salacious confession in rapt attention. his intense gaze drinking the gorgeous sight presented before him.
watch how your hole greedily swallow my fingers, doll.
-he demanded while pushing a second digit through the rim, the soft squelching noise arises as his fingers slide in and out, pressing against your wet walls that constrict around him.
@song kang ᵈᵉᵐᵒⁿ -takes a deep breath as your hand comes around his neck, his pulse ringing in his ears in anticipation, the reflection of their bodies on the wall making his twitch and leak as soon as you release your hold on it-
-closes his eyes tight with a whimper, entrance throbbing against your finger and swallows thickly-
Because… I’ve been playing with it, I’ve been ing myself… with my fingers, with toys… but nothing feels as good as you…nothing fills me better than you…
@do hanse ˢʰᵃᵖᵉˢʰᶦᶠᵗᵉʳ -he thoroughly coats his digits with your saliva, exchanging hands as the lubricated fingers wound around your shaft, stroking the length, the other now placed as a necklace, tightening effectively, his fingers creating small crescents on your pliant flesh. his pulsating is pressed to the crevice of your asscheeks, hips moving to create friction for some relief.
-the same hand released your manhood, slithering further down to dip his index finger through your puckered entrance.
hmm, still tight but why is this place so soft like it's been played with, my doll?
@song kang ᵈᵉᵐᵒⁿ -turns his head a little just to nuzzle you gently in response, giving out the same affection and love for you as his scent gets sweeter; smiles shortly before your voice brings him back-
Of course I know…I’ve been living under his lair for a long time already -opens my mouth to take your long digits into his mouth, closing his eyes and humming in delight with a little nod in response to your question-
@do hanse ˢʰᵃᵖᵉˢʰᶦᶠᵗᵉʳ -despite mischief playing behind those infernal orbs, there is unadulterated love and affection at blatant display.
you're my favorite forbidden poetry, my precious hanse.
-his voice had dropped from the normal condescending tone reserved for insignificant creatures to most tender as he addressed you.
oh..you sure know how to provoke the demon, doll.
-he commented, adding another finger as he toyed with your tongue. he enjoyed the way your body responded to him, he could feel your election twitching from anticipation.
watch, my doll. watch as I use you like you were meant to, my perfect perfect . isn't that right?
@song kang ᵈᵉᵐᵒⁿ -hisses under your touch, stopping your hand only to press your sharp talons harder across the tattoo on his chest with a curious smile on his face as you speak- I like to believe… it was destiny what brought us here, it’s both ironic and poetic in a way, forbidden even -turns his head to whisper in your ear- … my whole body is painted with these tattoos and now I have your mark on me, a mark of belonging to my demon husband until the end of time. I’m yours.
-body contorting when you take his on your hand, but still letting you move him around as you pleased; eyes on yours through the mirror- I’m your bride 24/7. me like I’m your doll… like I’m nothing more than something to get you off… use me… -takes hold of your hand, bringing it up to his lips, up your middle finger obscenely-
@do hanse ˢʰᵃᵖᵉˢʰᶦᶠᵗᵉʳ -his sanguineous orbs fall on the cross that you'd mentioned before, his long sharp talons scratching on the ink. he still had you on his lap, your pressed against his , tightly pressed to the curve of your asscheeks.
perhaps I am truly losing my demonic side, for I think, you still look so gorgeous with these "godly" tattoos.
-he confessed in a defeated tone, chuckling. the hand situated in between your thighs more further up, wrapping those digits around your semi-hard , stroking it lazily, using both of his hands, he parted your legs wider and propped them up beside his own thighs, giving you a proper view of your exposed body on the huge wall length mirror that materialized before them.
do I you like my bride or like my doll, my bride?
@song kang ᵈᵉᵐᵒⁿ -closes my eyes and feels my stomach drop as we are back to our place; eyes now glued on yours; already used to the feeling of your skin on mine-
-lips part, legs doing the same as I hold tight on your arms- that you need to see me more often… and that we should .
@do hanse ˢʰᵃᵖᵉˢʰᶦᶠᵗᵉʳ close your eyes, my moon.
-he'd warned before they teleported to "their" home, the clothes long disappeared from their bodies, since they barely needed to maintain their modesty in the comfort of their own space. his right hand already pressed in-between your thighs, rubbing them up and down.
so what were you saying, my lover?
@song kang ᵈᵉᵐᵒⁿ You hit the nail in the head, because the way you’re telling me this… is making my insides burn. In such need, that if I don’t have you I might just stop existing because life without you is a life I don’t want.
-runs hands up your chest, fingers tracing your ribs- “just love me, aggressively and possessively” Song Kang. The only way you know how to do it. And you might as well take my own heart for yourself. It’s yours.
-hands travel up until they’re both at your cheeks, eyes and gentle hands worshiping each of your perfect features-
@do hanse ˢʰᵃᵖᵉˢʰᶦᶠᵗᵉʳ I never felt more alive and more pathetic then i become in front of your presence and I couldn't believe how I mocked lovers before I became aware of your existence, my moon. oh devil, oh devil, I don't mind being turned to the puniest of creatures if I could make you happy, it's worth it.
@do hanse ˢʰᵃᵖᵉˢʰᶦᶠᵗᵉʳ it's hard, isn't it?
noone talks about the struggles of being unable to describe the violent emotions that a single person stirs inside your heart with a mere touch and the faintest of smiles?
how helpless I feel when words, no matter how complex and grand fails to even remotely convey the obsessive love I possess for you, that it threatens to devour myself whole.
what shall I do for you to witness the garden in my heart? will tearing my ribcage would be enough to make you see?
@song kang ᵈᵉᵐᵒⁿ []wifi-less— asdfgg dw, I’m about to crash
I think it should be a free service from my husband but I guess i can tip him for it …
-nuzzles you and gives you a short kiss on the lips- I missed you so much…
