#once again i must state how much i LOVE HOW FERAL AMBER MAKES HIM LMAOOOO

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THE DIRTY KIND OF TEASING ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ █ ▌▌▌ @bunnyshot​.        accepting

[ LAP ] ― my muse sits on your muses’ lap and teases them.** reversed! 🐰 Amber is being frisky- also just annoying- both? Both c:< 

KAEYA  “amber―” a quiet roll of sound, stilted this murmur - for it is of protest, & to voice as much openly feels n u d e.            thank whatever dictates her nature that amber is impatient. as far as teasing goes, there is an expiration date in place; the question is how far he can allow her to go before that... becomes embarrassing.

soft & round in all the right places―the right place: his lap. the cradle of his thighs is a thing taut with tension. the curve of her rear, is...        kaeya’s teeth grit & grind. he can handle this. this, is- he can do this. there’s no fucking question about it. he can do this. all the little bunny’s gunning for is a chance to be on top - & he can definitely...

that kissable mouth is painted smug- her best colour -but it vanishes from view. might as well squeeze his eye shut then. ( the dark brown of her hair tickles along his cheek & jaw. ) fuck, but it’s―( & rather than afford him the opportunity to bite, she gifts that pretty mouth to his pulse )―agh, dammit.

             “amber.”

raw with the strain of it. how she makes him want... the seat creaks / his fingers ache in their grip on it. “that’s enough,” gasped out more for her than him- let her know it. oh, let her know--

       the swell of his cock aches up against her heated almost.

thankfully the office chair has a high back; its cushion is all that keeps the back of his head from grinding painfully / his body is a tight arch that smarts toward a snapping.

& when he opens an eye bleary, it is to that wretched wonderful view of her: so, so smug―so insufferably self-satisfied. her pretty mouth a warm curl, her gaze so― she’s so-              she’s his, & he is weak.

             the chair is a creaking seat & a back that stutters against the floor / wood on lacquered wood. apologies groan along her throat. “next time-” next time, perhaps, he’ll be able to behave.

but certainly not this time.

this time, he’s got his fangs & his fingers inside her-