10/07: Flowers

Lucio, truly, is like a white rose; many thorns and brambles caked in the pricking of those who’ve plucked at its thorns, but the velvety feel of its bloom is something that doesn’t need the eyes of Asra-miir and the others. The constant bravado on his face melts away, and the rosy flush on his cheeks along with the soft hums and grunts leaving him show a softness long hidden.

We are both a pair of budded roses, only blossoming when the ebb and flow of magic and nature converge into one. We are both roses of white, grown on a branch that split off from the other; one that had lost its soul, but reborn again through the will of The Arcana. The lotion trails down his legs as he slowly ushers himself down onto the toy, kissing me and biting me as he does so. The bites he leaves on my skin are painful but temporary, as I lock my arms around his waist before pressing my lips onto his pec and bite down. A muffled hum escapes him and it continues as I slowly move my hips, entering into him below.

He kisses me on the lips, the feeling of his lips sucking on my tongue as I continue to move, brewing inside me a drowning pleasure; enough to have me close my eyes to feel more of the sensation throughout the body.

“Ery...” he whispers into my ear after leaving a mark on my chest. “Go faster...”

″Grom’shiya,” I gasp a little as he licks my ear before kissing it, “You’ve become that accustomed to my shape, Lushiyo?”

He draws his head back, shuddering as another muffled him of pleasure escapes him, “I’ve loved feeling you, Ery...”

“Is it really ‘me’ that you’d like to move faster, Lushiyo?” I stop moving, trailing my hands towards his hips and rubbing them, “Or is there something else you desire?”

He whines a little, “You’re being so meaann Ery...”

“But you love ‘giving me a ride,’ yes? You did say I was going to have a ‘double ride’ tonight.”

Lucio drew a quick breath as he pins down my arms, “I told you to do it.”

“That you have,” I smile. “But don’t you have more fun moving your hips onto me?”

“But I like ... want ... you...”

“But you like looking down on me, too.”

″Lushiyo~” I kiss neck and leave a deep, hard bite. “Do you hear yourself? Do you hear us? We’re both in bloom.”

He doesn’t make a reply, only making desperate noises as I refuse to indulge him. Finally, as he goes in for another kiss, I move my hips again -- the shocked expression on his face drives me on more.

I wrap my arms aroud his back as he continues to leave his marks all over me. Our graden of paradise, our vines tangling together tighter and tighter.