"Magenta," is a ready response, as he shifts in response, weight balanced across Daniel's hips, feeling the ball of his fist at the crook of his own thigh. A shift of his hips adds pressure, clumsy and broad.
Colours without names, like the gradient Daniel's eyes take on when they shift between blue and predator orange-yellow. He runs his hand back down from Daniel's chin, over his throat, his chest, relishing in the shifting texture of muscle and skin and hair and fat and bone, letting his claws leave white tracks behind, bloodless abrasions.
No objective beyond chasing whims, which has made for a nice night.
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"Magenta," is a ready response, as he shifts in response, weight balanced across Daniel's hips, feeling the ball of his fist at the crook of his own thigh. A shift of his hips adds pressure, clumsy and broad.
Colours without names, like the gradient Daniel's eyes take on when they shift between blue and predator orange-yellow. He runs his hand back down from Daniel's chin, over his throat, his chest, relishing in the shifting texture of muscle and skin and hair and fat and bone, letting his claws leave white tracks behind, bloodless abrasions.
No objective beyond chasing whims, which has made for a nice night.
"Do you want to see colours too?"