Hoshor Plains Wrap my arms around him and pretend

It had been far too long since he had enjoyed a simple romping around with someone. He had enjoyed the simple times where he and Raziel gave each other playful sessions in the eclipses of the night, and even when the roman would randomly spar with him from nowhere planned. His attacks would be precise, as too were the assassin's. But with a female, he could feel the need to remain delicate with her, such a small frame requiring attention as details lay much more minute than the broad castings of muscle and scars Raziel had.

With the accuracy of a surgeon, his ivories unsheathed from jesting ebony jowls, and he shied away from the nips she smacked just by his cheek. She was a quick one; small stature and ability with it caused her to be a swift plaything for him. He witnessed her careful prance as he wet his lips with a lolling grey tongue. And miliseconds after, his banner bent in an arc as he threw himself forward to close distance between the two. She wasn't getting away from him!
With it, the crest of his neck regally angled itself in a curvature to protect his neck while scooping himself through the loop of minor space between them to show his knackering for her own dark nape.