Exactly that, [ Astrid declares between lazy kisses, settling in his lap, feeling the ridge of him beneath her. Are you so concerned for my cock, Starling? he’d asked, and it had taken her a moment to respond to the question at the time, using her startled laughter to recover, to pivot it back into a joke, to pretend she hadn’t felt that low heat between her legs at the thought of it. What they were dancing around. ]

I— oh! [ She makes a delighted noise when Gannicus eventually simply stands up, lifting her easily, water sloughing off both their bodies. It’s simpler, then, for her legs to hitch around his hips as he settles her on the edge of the bath. Out of the water, now she can get a better idea of what she’s working with. Her hand trails down the planes of his chest, fingertips dipping into the divot of his belly button — it is very nice, to be able to touch someone again, she’s missed this — before reaching between them to palm said cock. ]

We might have to be a bit faster than I’d like, this time. I’ve a feeling this isn’t what this room was meant for.

[ ""this time"" ]