His lips smooth up her neck, the heels of his hands squishing her tits while his long fingers stroke her nipples. Luka groans against her throat, kissing away the dusting of pollen they've managed to get all over themselves. He turns his head away and paws at his mouth, trying to get some of the yellow powder off his lips. Sighing and letting his head lull back down to her collarbone, he takes Kaivodulin around the waist. Luka props her against his shoulder, humming and petting her side before hooking his thumb into the waistband of her trousers and pulling them down.