His hands trail up her body, sending a subtle tremble up it with them. He has already muffled any form of self-control she may have had that tells her to stop, separate, and shut it down. “More?” She grins as her arms slip around his waist, hands running up his back. She answers without words, only a trail of kisses that lightly brush across his chest. It would never be enough.

MATIAS SILPH

[attr="class","matias"]control is regained in the way he shifts forward, moving her until she's pressed against the side of the shower, against a wall, a window, he doesn't really notice in the moment. warm water continues to fall and roll down his shoulders, back, but it does little to extinguish their desires.

he leans into her, almost pinning her against the wall as his hand travels low. he's slow, intent on teasing her, on playing into her desires in hopes it'd come back to bite him.

"more."

[attr="class","noodles"]Eva Morales

The cool tile on her back contrasts with the heat of the water and his touch. Hot and cold, love and war, desires and instinct; the hard lines that separate these things are lost in the haze of the steam that surrounds them. He draws out a soft moan in the way he teases her. She bites back more by sinking teeth and nails into flesh, hard enough to paint red lines across him, but by no means hard enough to be unpleasant. A hand mirrors his, moving low, caressing, teasing. She yields control, for now.

MATIAS SILPH

[attr="class","matias"]his groan is muffled under the pouring of water as he feels her hunger paint across his skin. it draws a similar hunger out of him, rising under her touch.

her teasing sends shivers across his body. he's far too impatient to be teased and yet he submits for her. but he shows resistance in the way he continues to press her against the wall, his touch hungrier, rougher, as his other hand slides up her body and ends at her neck, gentle in the way it traces along her collarbone.

[attr="class","noodles"]Eva Morales

She can feel his hunger rising, growing. His touch reflects it in the way his presence dominates her, pressing her harder against the tiles. She resists, pressing into him with similar hunger. She welcomes his roughness with a sharp breath, a tighter hold. She looks up to find his gaze, excitement and defiance in her eyes. She judges, contemplating what she can get away with. She presses into his touch, challenging.

MATIAS SILPH

[attr="class","matias"]she can get away with a lot, more than anybody else could, and she likely knows this. he seees it in the way she looks at him, sees excitement and defiance and challenge. it's only natural for him to meet it.

his hand slides along her neck, fingers curling behind to tip her head up towards him to meet his lips. he's aggressive, rough, and he fights fire with fire as his other hand no longer teases.

[attr="class","noodles"]Eva Morales

Matias meets her challenge, and two powerful forces push against one another. Few have tried and none have succeeded to match her. It’s exciting and arousing when he rises to the challenge, aggressive and rough, in stark contrast to the tenderness he’s shown her. It's part of what makes him so dangerous. She doesn’t yield that easily.

Eva meets his kiss with passion, fire, and carnal desire. When he no longer teases, she does the same. She may be small, but there’s strength in the way she grabs him and spins them to press his back against the tile. Her lips break from his to trail down his neck, his chest, down. Hungry.

MATIAS SILPH

[attr="class","matias"]"fuck."

he's the first to break. she spins him, presses his back against the cool tile and the contrast along with the path her lips travel makes him squirm under her touch. a hand slips into her hair, searching for some semblance of control.

once again, he relinquishes control, power, to the only person he'd ever do it for. because with her, he knows he's safe.

[attr="class","noodles"]Eva Morales

He squirms, she smiles. She’s slow, deliberate, back to teasing. Her lips and tongue are gentle but there’s still a hunger that keeps her ravenous. He seeks control with fingers curled in her hair. He can’t have it. Without breaking, her hand reaches for his to lace their fingers together. She offers comfort in a familiar gesture as he surrenders.

MATIAS SILPH

[attr="class","matias"]his head leans back, pressing against the tile at her tease. her hand slips into his and the squeeze he gives is involuntary, desperate, but it's enough to ground him in the comfort she provides.

he surrenders. he always will for her.

and then words escape before he can catch them. it feels foreign, hushed.

"please, eva."

[attr="class","noodles"]Eva Morales

Her hand squeezes his when she hears her name. The context makes it sound even sweeter. He surrenders, and it feels intimate. She knows what it means for him to give up control. It’s something she struggles with as well. Vulnerability is never easy. She accepts his hushed plea, moving beyond the teasing of lips and tongue, hungry.

MATIAS SILPH

[attr="class","matias"]when she eventually stands, he reaches a hand out to rest on her waist, pulling her close in a gentle motion, teetering the line between control and obedience. but he dances it well.

their height makes it difficult but he manages. another hand reaches low to lift her as he rests her back against the wall. he leans in, doting her neck with soft, gentle kisses as hunger takes over.

[attr="class","noodles"]Eva Morales

Satisfied, she stands with a small grin as he reaches forward to pull her closer. He’s gentle in the way he manipulates her and eventually lifts her to rest against the shower’s wall. She’s malleable to his touch, moving as he requests. If he’s willing to submit, she will too. Trust only works when both are willing.

Her legs wrap around him for support. An arm hooks around his neck, and the other hand moves gently through his salmon hair. Her lips find themselves close to his ear, A soft moan and hot breath can be left against it as the series of gentle kisses trail along her neck.

MATIAS SILPH