teeny bit of nsfw yume / #zihark art & writing under the cut, don't look at me la la la~
They have a private game every time he wins an arena duel.
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She had to swallow a few times more before his thick viscosity would allow words without a raven's croak, sweetly savoring how he tasted. The thick salt was like slow and easy victory -- the same tang of his musk in the early hours of the morning when mouths would trail warm flesh and even his war-calloused hands wasn't enough for heedless hunger.
Zihark was making himself decent again, distinctly hampered by the fact of her leaning against his middle. Neither of them seemed to particularly mind the risk of being found out with pants quite literally down.
"You know." Glancing up to see him working his jaw over behind a hand, she smiled. For a man of such grace and poised self control, getting to see him so crudely undone even for a moment was an indulgence. "I hope this doesn't count as bribery or some shit. Some-how I don't think Soren would approve."
Above her, he gave a hard and slight sputter of amusement at that - but it was a real sound of a laugh, the kind he always gave a breath of hesitation after with a hissed intake as if wondering when the last time it had been.
A wave of sudden smothering certainty crashed through her; the kind of boneless certainty that rearranged the guts of the universe itself to where he was indistinguishable from the beating heart itself. Always - her own heart sang, -always - she wanted this beautiful man to have the merest possibility of that laugh. Damn the heavens if it felt otherwise. she would make it happen.
COLLAPSE
nsfw under the cut