‍ ‍ ִֶָ ☾.‍ 𓂃﹐‍ ‍ 𝓡𝐘𝐃𝑬𝑹.‍ ‍ˎˊ

⠀⠀⠀⠀ a groan slips under his breath the second his neck is void of her touch again. “ you better. ” though his tone is playful, the hint of warning is undeniable. his hand slides around to the back of her neck, grip — ⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀ that earns her another smirk, muffled sounds of approval following each bite. he lets his hand begin to travel again, his touch teasing. “ fuck you tryna do to me, d? ” except he knows exactly what, and he’s not — ⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀ he senses the tension, smiling to himself, but when he hears her words, the way she says them … it actually makes him want to stay forever. “ yeah. ” he just nods, because how could he refuse that? travelling — ⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀ brows momentarily lift at the sudden shift in his position, his smirk growing. instinctively, hands go to her waist, keeping her in place, until one trails slowly, affectionately, down her thigh. “ this is a good — ⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀ if she weren’t so busy working those lips on his neck, she’d have seen him visibly soften … probably better for him, more time to recover. “ yeah? ” a grin takes place, fingers gently combing her hair. “ come — ⠀⠀⠀⠀