FINGERS RUN UP and down his back, humming as she continues to press kisses wherever she could. He’s such a good boy, always wanting, yearning for her. He fills an ache into her chest a maternal NEED that always aches. Other hand moves down, resting at his ass, squeezing there. Eyes watch him, her wonderful boy and well, he did seem a bit off in mood, and she isn’t going to make him feel worse.
“He’s just cranky. I haven’t seen him often. Do you want him to come back?” Another kiss, moving slightly so she can press precious kisses to his lips. What a gorgeous boy, however was she so lucky to have him? Fingers continue to rub up and down his back before moving to rub fingers up and down his lower lip. “Did you like the look of him?”
he shrugs, cautious. feelings are more MIXED towards women ( is more afraid of them, more confused by them, more needy for them ) but the man looked like he could definitely rip him in half. likes where her hands are. all over him. ‘specially on his ass, wriggling a little in her hold. head cants up, following her trail of kisses and waiting until their lips meet. women taste wildly different. prefers it.
hand drops, seeking out the supple curve of breast. tucker parts cool lips ( extremities always like icicles, so hard to regulate ) flat of tongue pressing against finger - tips. again, tucker’s shoulders tip. he barely has an opinion on anything, specifically things that he takes no interest in. her brother didn’t seem to think he was worth the time, so why should he, right? unless it’d please her.