SERAPHIM DIAS | ORIGINAL

[majestyofthethrone]

Character: Seraphim Dias
Canon: Original
Game: ataraxion

Comments

[doggedly]

[His breath catches--would have just from that push forward, from her fingers, on him--but then she keeps talking, that quiet voice, with those words, in her mouth, and that's better than anything.

He pulls his hand away, all at once, pushes her back--she's just against the side of the tub, pinned there, and that's good--he lifts at her hips, pulling her up--his gaze dark, and narrow, studying her face, the want on her face--she wants him, and he grins, possessive and pleased, and lifts her a little more, so he can push, in, one hard thrust, and a little gasp slips from between his teeth despite himself--]

[majestyofthethrone]

[It's funny how it's like a prize for her, for all that he says he's in control, she's managed to make him abandon principles and prejudices for sex, for sex with her, with just a few well-chosen words and the prospect of a game.

Boys are the same everywhere.

She doesn't laugh, though, because then he's pushing into her and she's reaching around to put her arms on his shoulders, to give her the leverage she needs to rock against him, to whimper at the feeling of him. It takes her a moment to get her bearings, to get a rhythm-]

Yes, thank you-

[She adds it with a keen little moan, and there is a bit of a laugh there, pleased and satisfied.]