[ boothill loves her scraping and clawing for him, tying and twining them together like they can't ever be close enough. his white hair drapes around them, twisted by the roots in her fingers. the word gorgeous leaves him as karlach tilts her head back, baring her neck and the whorls of her red-brown hair over the bed behind her. he presses a line of hungry, open-mouthed kisses down the column of her throat. ]
Just beautiful.
[ he murmurs between kisses, before he bites down and sucks another mark. she kisses him hard and he bridges his arms over her for leverage, to keep from crushing their teeth. his tongue slides into her mouth, pushing and easing against hers, soft and hot enough to burn.
finally he draws his hips back, his cock full and wet where it slides from her body, before he thrusting himself back inside of her, deep and hard enough to rattle their hips. pleasure shudders through his body, making him hiss through his pointed teeth, his smiling mouth. ]
That's it...
[ then he chases that pleasure, quickening his pace with every forceful thrust of his hips. he draws back one hand and grasps hard at the meat of her thigh, drawing her back as he pulls away, holding her still as he bucks back inside. he's going to bruise her, but karlach's never cared and it's near impossible to resist after so many weeks of just imagining her with him. the way her body is strong but giving, soft and scarred, her teeth and her hands and her skin and her voice. he wishes he had flesh she could tear into, more scratches and brands he could wear. he wants everyone jealous of what he has. ]
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Just beautiful.
[ he murmurs between kisses, before he bites down and sucks another mark. she kisses him hard and he bridges his arms over her for leverage, to keep from crushing their teeth. his tongue slides into her mouth, pushing and easing against hers, soft and hot enough to burn.
finally he draws his hips back, his cock full and wet where it slides from her body, before he thrusting himself back inside of her, deep and hard enough to rattle their hips. pleasure shudders through his body, making him hiss through his pointed teeth, his smiling mouth. ]
That's it...
[ then he chases that pleasure, quickening his pace with every forceful thrust of his hips. he draws back one hand and grasps hard at the meat of her thigh, drawing her back as he pulls away, holding her still as he bucks back inside. he's going to bruise her, but karlach's never cared and it's near impossible to resist after so many weeks of just imagining her with him. the way her body is strong but giving, soft and scarred, her teeth and her hands and her skin and her voice. he wishes he had flesh she could tear into, more scratches and brands he could wear. he wants everyone jealous of what he has. ]