[he murmurs more, presses his back tight against Chrys' chest in needy, rocking motions. His vines slip and curl wher ehtey are, pushing under cloth where it's found, rubbing over it and under it. Coils and strokes for Chrys along with the rock of his body, and mall, hard little motions for Aerta, with fingertips circling and slipping in and out of her.]
[ She tilts her fingertips bringing her nails to his skin, but not hard- just light scratches against his chest, then up across his shoulders and neck. she can't touch enough of him ]
Too gentle- that's much too gentle . . . mm, don't be cruel, brother- . . .
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devotedtothecore) wrote2011-08-18 08:23 am
Re: 114 noonish
[he murmurs more, presses his back tight against Chrys' chest in needy, rocking motions. His vines slip and curl wher ehtey are, pushing under cloth where it's found, rubbing over it and under it. Coils and strokes for Chrys along with the rock of his body, and mall, hard little motions for Aerta, with fingertips circling and slipping in and out of her.]
Re: 114 noonish
Too gentle- that's much too gentle . . . mm, don't be cruel, brother- . . .