#lustbcrne. tartaglia.

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❛ i don't care if someone sees us. i need you, now. ❜ ~@lustbcrne (Tartaglia for Alya hfbjhfg)

Thin pupils grew wide as the Harbingers soft words set in. Sharp teeth glinted in the light as Alya gave him their ‘cat that caught the canary’ pleased grin, one hand grabbing his wrist as they leaned in close, dropping there gaze to lips for a split second, just to tease. “Hmmm, how bold of you, Tar~tag~lia~ But I spy an alleyway.” Leaning back, a glint of something like mischief in their eyes, they squeeze his wrist just a touch on the rough side, “Next time you’ll have to catch me~”

He looked so nice like this, openly wanting them, it decided to play a little nice (out in the open at least).

Pulling him swiftly into the alleyway, far enough back that it would be a bit more difficult for someone to see them, Alya slipped one hand up his jacket as they dropped to their knees. “How do you want me? Down here,” its’ tongue swiped across bare stomach, the taste of him one they always enjoyed, undoing his belt in the process, “Bent over? On the ground?”

Dragging their other hand slowly down their chest, a couple buttons of their shirt popped open on the way down to their belt, that they swiftly undid. “Take what you need~”

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Their eyes rolled back at the firm press of his thigh against them, the need taking over when they instinctively rolled their hips, seeking that delicious friction he had initiated. A quiet, breathy sigh of his name left it, head tilted back just for a moment. A tiger rarely bared its’ neck, but Alya would always make exceptions for Tartaglia, letting him see bare skin, so open and vulnerable — before their gaze snapped back to him, neck no longer so bare, and eyes filled with a hunger that burned gold. Sparks lit up his fingertips, and it couldn’t help the shiver that rolled through their spine, pupils expanding at just the tease.

Eyes blown wide with excitement, their hips rolled, pressing down even harder against his thigh as they welcomed his kiss — a laugh and a moan catching in their throat like his lower lip between their teeth. Even as it slipped a hand under his shirt, the fervor of their excitement clouding their mind, they remembered enough to pull back (just a hairs breath away), “I will…let you know if I need a pause….” Scrapping the knife against his neck, not enough to make him bleed — that was an honor they only awarded their teeth and claws — Alya instead stuck it in the wall, just with reach. Nipping his ear, it grinned against his jaw, “That’s available to you too, Tarta,”

As its’ voice dropped a little lower, their focus tunnel visioned into removing his jacket swiftly, not caring if they left little claw marks behind. “Tarta please, please touch me more.”