Good, the seat is still under your rear, make sure it doesn't roll away...
Kyou Kara Moah:
Moon Lace...
By: Lotus Curtiss
(Michelle)
The type of delicate artwork that is either embroidered, crochet, knitted, or weaved to make the intricate patterns and soft, fine lines in fabric. The fabric that is used to embroider the edging to clothing, curtains, table cloth and more. It can be used to drape over existing fabric of a different color to made the said artwork stand out. The action to lock or thread together or knot two strings or objects together as one cohesive bond. The fingers felt good in his hair, they tensed and pulled against his scalp and loosened at the thought that they were doing harm but he could take it due to his stature. They laced into his locks when stroking or to tease a section between thumb and index finger. Conrart wanted to thread them with his own but it was not the time.
He sucked at the joint to Yuuri's leg where the muscle stood out and the cries grew even louder, heavy moaning and panting. Given to let it drag out for a while then move more inwards. There was a hitch as he neared sensitive flesh, quivering and half soft. The teen's body was shivering in anticipation.
"Conrart, don't just..." Cut short as he let out a squeak when one of the orbs was teasingly touched with hot breath and a moist tongue. "Stop playing!" Now he was frustrated.
"No, I will eat you." Metaphorically stating as the assault to the base of his gravity came under fire. And a lot of fire. A slow consumption that seared it's way to his soul. The man still abided by his own time as a covered the adorably cute orbs with nips and kisses and brushing of lips and flicks of the tongue. Yet the boy was melting again, flinching, shivering and riding on each mark. He loved Yuuri's delicious actions and reactions. "I will."
Like a cat arching its back in a good and long stretch, Yuuri bolted onto his tailbone as Conrart's playful and oh so teasing mouth engulfed his barely softened flesh, crying as the heat took him over. Fingers sinking and locking and threading into the chestnut hair. The fire raged its way from below and radiated out of his body. Panting to catch what sharp and cool air into the burning lungs backfired as the tongue curled around him. "Impertinent Lion." Cursing, perhaps.
There was a hum and Yuuri's toes curled into the soft, green grass before wrapping about his neck and resting on his back. He smiled to himself, his Beloved was indeed cute on all levels. More adorably so, even when bashful, as he neared climax. He heaped on the fire, curling the muscle around the stiffening flesh, humming to send Yuuri into singing and suckling to make him nearly thrash about. Conrart let his inner lion devour its prey very slowly and very teasingly and very gently.
I think I remember ordering you not to pass out yet, hold that nosebleed soldier. More drabbles coming - You know to Expect it, really Expect it.
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