ѕαιитѕ & мσиѕтєяѕ (namah) wrote in cirque_rp, |
Naamah had been happily picking at Kennet's buttons when his long, lean hands clasped about her slender wrists. The grip hot, almost burning, but it was how his hands felt like manacles that were an insult to injury. Taking a deep, saturating breath of the Djinn's magic, Naamah easily slipped its arms up through his soft grip and wrapped its arms around Kennet's neck. Those tattooed fingers interlacing behind his neck... Petite, lean, and naked form pressing into the intense heat of the Djinn's frame.
"But its quite comfortable being free like this." It cooed with that layered voice. Naamah smoothed a hand through the hair found at the nape of Kennet's neck. The succubus gripped it. "I know you'd love the sensation. Why won't you let me help make it happen?" They weren't talking about clothing anymore, were they?