No words were exchanged between Poppy and Branch – their body language spoke for them instead. Actions spoke louder than words, yes?
Their heavy breathing was in sync, and apart from Branch's throaty groans and Poppy's high-pitched yelps, the only things that could be heard were the tugging of clothes, and the panting they emitted. The teal troll's lips were all over Poppy's cheeks, her jaw, even down to her neck, his body desperately aching for her. His hands hastily tugged at the garments that covered her body, hot breath brushing against her skin which had her shiver in delight. Loud tearing of clothing echoed, and in seconds, the teal troll tossed a piece of tattered fabric aside.
Before The Pop Queen could even utter his name, Poppy was muted shut, only offering a hushed squeak when his mouth hungrily crashed with hers. The Pop Queen sharply gasped in surprise, feeling his hips thrust forward, locking her against the wall behind her with no escape. Small hands gripped at Branch's shoulders, yanking gently at his messy long hair when he grew sloppier with their kiss, tongues now in contact. Unknowingly, she loosened the hold on his hair, the tangles fluttering down and allowing his long hair to be messy.
Saliva connected their lips as Branch abruptly broke the kiss, and moved his mouth to her neck, eyes closed. The Pop Queen could feel his hot breath against her neck, the way he grind himself against her – letting her know how much he needed her – and the roughness of his touch.
Her own hands were now urgently beginning to pull away at his shorts, and much to her pleasure, he tore his hands off her to help her swiftly pull off all of his clothing (it wasn't much). More and more, bare skin pressed against one another. In between the shake of his body to allow the fabrics to fall off his body, Poppy heatedly dove in for another kiss, sloppy, messy, and this time, she kept up with their steamy lip-lock, showing Branch exactly how much she wanted this just as much as him. The loud groan Branch emitted when she pulled at his hair was worth the roughness of his hands along her frail, trembling body.
Their movements were now rough, their breathing was jagged, and the noises they emitted were all that was necessary for communication.