3A.M Feast

A pair of hands dancing amongst warm cloth, gliding under the fabric and touching cold skin riddled with texture, like a drying petal that saviors its color. Slowly wrapping long arms around a plump waist as the flesh of a chest brushed against another, a back arching in as a forehead laid against the other. Hands finding their way into tuffs of hair as lips danced against ones that smiled upward.

Warm breaths exhaled as they coated the morning night with an ambiance of longing and sweet dreams.

Lips pressing against a warm neck painted in golden hues from strands of wet hair, leaving markings of scarlet hearts.

A small gasp, a tightening of arms, and a pull, signaling for the other to do more, to leave even more traces of desire. A soft but persistent sound of warm moans began to fill the room as hands found their way upwards, pressing into the soft flesh as palms and long fingers molded against a pair of delicate breasts. A pair of hips rolling gently against the one below, friction welcoming its way upon wet garments.

"Touch me more,"

"Uezuet,"

"Uez,"

"Mmm, more."

A soft but demanding tone from above, a smile hid from the other as a hand trailed down and under. The one below gliding off the garment; exposing a blossoming flower. Fingers brushing against flesh and the dip of a hip, making their way between thick plumped thighs, pressing into them as they glided among them.

Gently but slowly gliding the tips of their fingers against outer fences and coating the edges with honey before pressing a bit more, walls wrapping slowly over the stems that greedily touched every corner—inching their way further back, locating the entrance to warmth, slowly pushing in and then out and back to the top where a tingle began. Hips pushing down in alarm of wanting it back to where it was.

A soft chuckle could be heard, and a soft mumble of words.

"Needy,"

That same voice found its way back and slowly entered again, gradually getting deeper and warmer as walls encircled around the two cold fingers—a row of soft moans and gasps exiting from above. A roll of the hips, pressing down as fingers coiled, curling upwards even deeper. Lips finding their way on the skin that trembled, sucking in buds of red as teeth grazed over each gently before finding a dip in a soft neck, sinking in eagerly, a pair of hands tightening around locks of hair with a drop of a head backward as moans left one's mouth, a press of hips bucking downwards eagerly, rotating upon long joints that curled upwards with each thrust down, coating and encircling them with honey from within the deepest parts.

The night welcomed each movement and burned the moon with tender, fond memories of the two.