Seram's hands roamed possessively over Silke's bare skin as he leaned in to taste his neck. Silke gasped and arched into the touch, craving more. Seram chuckled darkly, fingers digging into the supple flesh of his ass.
"Look at you," he murmured against his pulse point. "So responsive. I bet I could make you come just from this..."
He punctuated the words with a particularly sharp nip. Silke shivered, head tipping back to give him better access.
"Please.." he breathed. It came out sounding like a prayer.
Seram hummed, pleased. He dragged open-mouthed kisses down Silke's chest, tongue flicking over a nipple before he caught it between his teeth.
Silke swore and clenched around nothing, desperate for friction. Seram palmed him through his trousers, smirking at the damp patch already forming.
"So wet for me already," he purred. "I haven't even gotten started yet."
