[as black marks go, janus' record carries considerably worse than failing to get a woman to orgasm before they do. murder-shaped marks. betrayal-shaped marks. the kinds of marks that you leave on someone who'll never forget or forgive you.
the kind that you can hide from, in the warm, lush sanctity of a woman's body, if you're a little bit of a coward in the privacy of your mind. and what warrior doesn't need a break sometimes? janus licks her and squeezes her hip, following the hitch and gasp of her voice by questing deeper with their tongue, running their knuckles casually along the inside of her thigh -- and then their short fingernails up the outside of it.
she's smooth and lovely. they never got into the playful humor in humming the alphabet song or shaping the letters with their tongue, or maybe they would. instead, there's a sporadic mm, a puff of warm air between her legs. a glance up the taut plane of her belly, checking on the jump of her navel and the rise of her breasts.]
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the kind that you can hide from, in the warm, lush sanctity of a woman's body, if you're a little bit of a coward in the privacy of your mind. and what warrior doesn't need a break sometimes? janus licks her and squeezes her hip, following the hitch and gasp of her voice by questing deeper with their tongue, running their knuckles casually along the inside of her thigh -- and then their short fingernails up the outside of it.
she's smooth and lovely. they never got into the playful humor in humming the alphabet song or shaping the letters with their tongue, or maybe they would. instead, there's a sporadic mm, a puff of warm air between her legs. a glance up the taut plane of her belly, checking on the jump of her navel and the rise of her breasts.]