Nano’s fingers tangle in Trott’s hair and tighten, while his lips and teeth worry a dark mark under her jawline. She’s burning hot under his palms, a fact unchanged by the chill of the air conditioning in the room. His fingertips skim up her thighs and around her sides, following the hem of her t-shirt- the only thing she’d left on.
It’s a sunny, warm afternoon, but Nano and Trott have something other than a lazy summer day on their mind.
Rating: Explicit, NSFW
CW: Biting, bruises. If I need to tag anything else, let me know.