There is something deeply personal about a kiss, to Skellig.
Perhaps it is the closeness. Perhaps it is the willingness to let go of control of what it takes to stay alive (breathing, oxygen, with his mouth pressed hard against hers) in exchange for finding pleasure. Perhaps it is the fact that he can hear every tiny sound she makes when they kiss, when he touches her, when he moves his body against hers. Perhaps it is the fact that if he chose to open his eyes, hers would be right there, windows to her soul. Her soul which wants him, in this moment.
She can touch him all she wants, bring him to his release with her hands, stroke his feathers or his cock and drive him wild. But when she kisses him...
It is different.
Perhaps she will be able to tell.
He allows his hands to roam her body as much as he can as she kisses him, as he kisses her. Not hesitating to use his wings for balance, to allow his weight to to rest against her - she is stronger than she looks, after all.
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Perhaps it is the closeness. Perhaps it is the willingness to let go of control of what it takes to stay alive (breathing, oxygen, with his mouth pressed hard against hers) in exchange for finding pleasure. Perhaps it is the fact that he can hear every tiny sound she makes when they kiss, when he touches her, when he moves his body against hers. Perhaps it is the fact that if he chose to open his eyes, hers would be right there, windows to her soul. Her soul which wants him, in this moment.
She can touch him all she wants, bring him to his release with her hands, stroke his feathers or his cock and drive him wild. But when she kisses him...
It is different.
Perhaps she will be able to tell.
He allows his hands to roam her body as much as he can as she kisses him, as he kisses her. Not hesitating to use his wings for balance, to allow his weight to to rest against her - she is stronger than she looks, after all.