[Tartaglia shifts himself so she has an easier time crawling up to lie on his chest in full, feeling his breath leave him as he finds himself so close to her now. His eyes study her, wondering what plan, mischievous or not, might be dancing in her mind. Lumine being so forward with him is hotter than he could of imagined, his hands coming down to fall on her hips as she lies there. Heat builds in his core as he lies there, climbing higher and higher especially when she comes in to lock her lips with him, and his head sinks down into the pillow as his eyes close to savor every second of this kiss.
It's almost as if he can feel the flow of her strong affection through every pass of her lips, and Childe returns it in full as they kiss. When she deepens the kiss, he meets it by letting his tongue dance with hers, letting small moans of contentment and need bubble up out of his throat. Love surges through his veins in a white-hot line from his heart to his lips, kissing her back with a fervor that only she could be worthy of receiving, overjoyed and mesmerized by her and her kiss. His hands come up to play in her hair and caress her body, heat beginning to swallow them both whole from their passion and need. She doesn't even need to touch him down there to make the coil in his stomach wind tighter, his dick throbbing terribly for the chance to slide inside and make her cry out his name. Tartaglia only breaks the kiss for a moment, taking deep breaths to recover for a moment from their amorous lip lock.]
I really need you right now, [he confesses, his eyes betraying his need as he pleads for her.
Desperate, needy kisses get delivered to her neck, leaning up just so so he can claim every inch of skin that his lips can reach. Each greedy kiss is planted in a line up to her ear, where he tugs lightly at her earlobe before kissing down her jawline with the same fervor as their shared kiss.]
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It's almost as if he can feel the flow of her strong affection through every pass of her lips, and Childe returns it in full as they kiss. When she deepens the kiss, he meets it by letting his tongue dance with hers, letting small moans of contentment and need bubble up out of his throat. Love surges through his veins in a white-hot line from his heart to his lips, kissing her back with a fervor that only she could be worthy of receiving, overjoyed and mesmerized by her and her kiss. His hands come up to play in her hair and caress her body, heat beginning to swallow them both whole from their passion and need. She doesn't even need to touch him down there to make the coil in his stomach wind tighter, his dick throbbing terribly for the chance to slide inside and make her cry out his name. Tartaglia only breaks the kiss for a moment, taking deep breaths to recover for a moment from their amorous lip lock.]
I really need you right now, [he confesses, his eyes betraying his need as he pleads for her.
Desperate, needy kisses get delivered to her neck, leaning up just so so he can claim every inch of skin that his lips can reach. Each greedy kiss is planted in a line up to her ear, where he tugs lightly at her earlobe before kissing down her jawline with the same fervor as their shared kiss.]
Please, [he begs,] let me fuck you...