[ oh king. she tsks from behind as she buries her hand back in his hair, a second of consideration given to smushing his face into the controls, but she decides against it, tugging his hair and moving impossibly closer – her lips brushing his from the side. ]

Putting words in my mouth, King… really? [ she eases back, finally returning some of his space to him as she attacks his neck again with teeth, tongue, and lips. ] You want to turn around, then turn around, no one’s stopping you. [ aka make me, bitch. ]