In a sudden kiss, the words are sealed.
Ercilia barely makes the statement before his mouth finds hers. She meets Drystan eagerly and presses her body flush against his.
He groans when she slides her fingers through his hair, and damn does it feel good when she does that thing with her tongue.
Without breaking the kiss, he corners his gaze to the hateful timekeeper on her wall. A quarter till. He moves to her neck, tongue laving across the porcelain flesh and making her take her turn to groan.
"D-Dan... Please, I-I need to."
Her words are interrupted by a gasp as his hand slides forward across her clothed crotch.
His fingers curl at the same time. There's too much skirt in the way.
"What do you need to do, my melody? You can tell me anything."
"I-I already told you. P-Please, don't start s-something you can't finish."
