"Brilliant, yes, brilliant," he trails off, the words breathy and quiet as he grins wolfishly. His reaper is nothing short of gorgeous like this, and it takes every fiber of his being not to lean forward and bite again, to bite until the man is writing and mindless from his touches.
Instead he reluctantly pulls his fingers away, bucking his hips into Mattheiu's as he busies himself trying to shrug his jacket off. It's difficult with the reaper's fingers wound into the material, and eventually he abandons the fruitless attempts. It's far more important to focus on Matthieu, of course, and he spends a moment just slowly thrusting against him and savoring the dull friction against one of his lengths. "That's it darling, yesss..."
The words come with a little more of hiss than he'd expected, but that's not even on his radar as he reaches beyond the both of them to find the lube again. It's missing, and he hisses under his breath as he attempts to find it, "darling, darling, bottle- where-?"
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Date: 2017-04-23 02:57 am (UTC)From:Instead he reluctantly pulls his fingers away, bucking his hips into Mattheiu's as he busies himself trying to shrug his jacket off. It's difficult with the reaper's fingers wound into the material, and eventually he abandons the fruitless attempts. It's far more important to focus on Matthieu, of course, and he spends a moment just slowly thrusting against him and savoring the dull friction against one of his lengths. "That's it darling, yesss..."
The words come with a little more of hiss than he'd expected, but that's not even on his radar as he reaches beyond the both of them to find the lube again. It's missing, and he hisses under his breath as he attempts to find it, "darling, darling, bottle- where-?"