in this moment, she does. in so many moments it'd be impossible to count them all, she does.
teasing a god might be a dangerous game, but she doesn't think she'd lose that easily. maybe that might make her naughty, though. you probably aren't supposed to mess with a god.
but she is supposed to mess with yato so it evens out.
the continued hot breath between her legs is already driving her a bit mad. he's definitely teasing her back. though she pulls on a handful of hair for his "smells nice" comment. more reflexive than anything. it's not like her frustration lasts that long. she throws her head back with a soft cry, forgetting her laughter, her question to sit on his face, and everything else with that one action.
yato hardly ever takes his time with anything. least of all her. the torment and teasing winds her up in an instant and she stares upward in a daze at the giant bouquet of roses dangling above them. that's pretty. and then there's - ]
Nh...?
[ a mirror, reflecting the view of them both from up high.
oh.
oh no.
her fingers curl into his hair, pulling him deeper into her so he can't look up and see for himself. ]
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in this moment, she does. in so many moments it'd be impossible to count them all, she does.
teasing a god might be a dangerous game, but she doesn't think she'd lose that easily. maybe that might make her naughty, though. you probably aren't supposed to mess with a god.
but she is supposed to mess with yato so it evens out.
the continued hot breath between her legs is already driving her a bit mad. he's definitely teasing her back. though she pulls on a handful of hair for his "smells nice" comment. more reflexive than anything. it's not like her frustration lasts that long. she throws her head back with a soft cry, forgetting her laughter, her question to sit on his face, and everything else with that one action.
yato hardly ever takes his time with anything. least of all her. the torment and teasing winds her up in an instant and she stares upward in a daze at the giant bouquet of roses dangling above them. that's pretty. and then there's - ]
Nh...?
[ a mirror, reflecting the view of them both from up high.
oh.
oh no.
her fingers curl into his hair, pulling him deeper into her so he can't look up and see for himself. ]