#(hanzo vc. kiss my neck and I will melt)

[sasorikigai]

Nonverbal RP Starters || @grimsouled || accepting 

💋 Kiss my muse’s neck

Though Cassie is a lightweight, the sheer enthusiasm exerted by her, in her wanton desire and sensual administration, multiplies the force and Hanzo is thrown back against the tiles of the hot springs, the steamy deluge intensifying the insatiably consuming blaze. Beaming grin - that instinctually breaks the permanent downturn of his lips - spreads through his rounded cheeks and reaches the peak of his double-lidded almond eyes as his stubble chafes against her skin, he matches the all-consuming and exploring trail with a vibrating, guttural hum. Arm circled around the dimple of her spine, no amount of water washing over them is enough to draw out the continuing whoosh of his blood and hammering heart, becoming like a loose cannon. 

Between intense trail of her lips, gaining momentum as the path curves around the sharp angle of his thick neck, where the visible transparency of his veins lay beneath the bubbling conflagration, that only heightens the sensation further by the comforting ripe, the sheltering embrace of her arms around his neck. And the added sensation of insurgence, he lets an unscrupulous shiver traverse his spine. Instinctively, his hips cant as his gaze drips with both prey and predator’s. With her hand, then the press of her cheek, then her gaze turns akin to a sunflower looking squarely at sun. Taking everything in as she gives him a fair shake. “You are.. out of your mind, Cass.” 

A hand gently disappearing into her wet fiery locks, his head cocks to the side as another hand attempts to turn the faucet of their exquisite arousal off. Yet, how Cassie further instigates his fueling need, and he curses inward at the indescribable sensation of conflagrating his own body, - wide and alive - trapped in the seascape of his ribcage as volcanic chambers of his chest rises and falls in sweet and dark blood. What can he even do when he’s spellbound, beneath the conglomerating ectoplasm of their steam, surrounding them in a gentle fog as the atmosphere thickens further with his spiking heartbeat. Fingers curl, gently pressing against the back of her hair, combing, then scratching her scalp in a way that he draws her further in. Hanzo could simply melt like fresh clay, molded and sculpted under her exquisite touch. “You seem to have me under your spell. How could I even deny the way that will coax a hand of familiarity, your love in a way that is wired and desperately my own. 私はあなたのもの、私の愛.” I’m all yours, my love.