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[velluminous]

No. Kiss away.

[ curling her fingers into her palms. curling her toes. the scanty back of her underwear leaves room for her tail to move, and just barely enough to the imagination to titillate. ]

I deserve to be lauded.

[vecna]

[aksjfa she saw right through him

And to be fair, she does deserve to be lauded for that. Henry runs both hands up her legs, up to her knees. Even if his powers are keeping her held in place, he still wants to feel and touch and, yes, kiss.

Eventually, more than kiss.]

All right.

[Another plush kiss, much lower than before, practically against her backside, long and sucking. Oh, the angle's awkward like this, but he's going to make it work, even if he nearly has to lower himself to the point where he's lying down on the mattress stomach-first.]

[velluminous]

[ it feels so nice. his hands, especially--she loves soft hands. gentle hands. lithe... hands. and the weight of him on her knees as he steadies himself and roves his kissing lower.

she only wishes she could see him better. ]

Put some pillows underneath me. Lift my hips so you you don't have to lay so low.

[vecna]

[Mm, she vacillates so easily between stubborn and considerate. Henry leans to one side to peek at her from behind her legs, quirking a grin.]

Oh, maybe you are a good girl, after all. So helpful...

[For poor, inexperienced Mr. Creel. One of his pillows drags towards him, compelled by his mind, and her hips are lifted up accordingly. It settles below her and he eases her back down.

In the meanwhile, a free hand has roamed away and is playing with the tuft of her tail, almost idly, as he makes this adjustment.]

Is that more comfortable for you?

[velluminous]

[ oh, that feels nice, too. she flickers her tail in his touch, letting it tickle at his fingers. the hair is as silky as that on her head. ]

Yes. [ it always feels better with a pillow under her hips. ] You are calling me that often.

[ good girl. ]

[vecna]

[Her tail... tickly... soft... Twirls the tuft with a finger, just because it feels pleasant.]

Because... [Another kiss, the other side.] I have a feeling you like the praise.

[Is he wrong?]

[velluminous]

Who does not like praise?

[ no. ]

[vecna]

I think there's a fine line, don't you?

[He rises up enough to spread her legs apart, placing his hands once more on her legs—at her knees—to do so. The valley it creates is enticing, makes him feel warm across his face and below his own legs.

Henry dips down low to kiss her inner thigh. He should probably reapply his lipstick now, but... maybe later.]

But I mean everything I ever say to you.

[Meaning: he thinks, on a normal day, it wouldn't be too hard to be too sacchrine, to make her feel like she's being talked down to, or patronized. Hopefully this does not equate to purring little praises (or low, darkly intense ones) in the bedroom quite as easily.]

[velluminous]

[ oh, quite the contrary. there's little more that Sprezzatura Vaux loves than being littered with praise while in a state of undress. the sight of him dipping between her splayed thighs, so close that he brushes her through her panties when he angles his head, floods her with a gnawing sense of need that she has very little intention of ignoring for long.

still, anticipation is its own pleasure. she draws a deep breath, stomach tensing at the kiss, and sighs it out again unevenly. ]

... you could be work of art.

[ the sun slanting through the window in dappled shards. it creates such a beautiful effect as it plays over his body. and hers. ]

I want you to put your fingers in me.

[ someone's being stern here and it's her. ]

[vecna]

[There’s a reason he spread her legs like this, to titillate lower and closer to where her warmth really emanates between her thighs. Anticipation, yes, and to pour a bit more fuel on the fire of her desire.

His eyes flick up to meet hers from where he’s bent over her, and yes, that dappled light makes his hair practically glow in haloed fragments of sun that escape through the window. Rather angelic, all things considered, for how much he intends to… tease her. She’s requesting something of him, being the stern one, but did she not ask for him to be stern first?

Smiles, kisses lower on her thigh — very low, indeed.]

How badly?

[velluminous]

You will know when you put them in, won't you?

[ how wet she's getting should be answer enough. she can already hint the cloying scent of it—or so she thinks. it really can't be possible just yet. wriggles herself on the pillow, rocking back and forth gently with his face cradled between her thighs. ]

Don't you want to?

[vecna]

[Oh, he's sure he can catch the scent of her arousal, too. Even more so when he angles himself to kiss her cunt, which is shielded only be the thin material of her panties.]

If you ask nicely, I will.

[Want to. A lark, and they both know it, because he does want to. But why not drive her a little crazy first?]

[velluminous]

[ even that comes as such relief. lays her head back on the bed, eyes on the swirling of dust in the air above. oh, him. that still isn't stern, she thinks, but it's certainly befitting of an orderly. ask nicely. ]

That was nicely.

[vecna]

[It's a teasing kind of stern. Give him time.]

To your ears, maybe. We're going to have to teach you the meaning of please.

[velluminous]

I say that.

[vecna]

...When?

[he's being gaslit]

[velluminous]

Now and again!

[vecna]

[YOU’RE STILL TELLING LIES MA’AM]

“Again” maybe. But definitely not now.

[…Bites the inside of her thigh without warning. Not terribly hard. But enough to feel that sudden pinch of teeth.

Followed by the warm wet of his tongue.]

Say it.

[velluminous]

Ouch!

[ it stings, and her entire body strings up tense from it. and, between her legs... she gets a little warmer. ]

Biting me??

[vecna]

[Very, very sweetly-]

Just some tough love.

Oops 2/2

[vecna]

[Bites the other side. Same amount of pressure. :) ]

Come on, Sprezzatura. Say it for me.

[velluminous]

[ holy shit ]

I won't!

[vecna]

[Kisses that same spot, so gentle compared to the nibble-bite.]

I thought you wanted my fingers inside of you. All the way to the knuckle, fucking you slowly.

[velluminous]

[ well, is that how he's going to play it? then yes, she can play it right back. she wants him stern, wants to know why it was he mentioned the spiders and the bindings, wants to coat his lips afresh in colour and set him loose. she also wants to rest in the cradle of his powers, comfortably folded, never straining, and allow herself the pleasure of being teased, watched, and held. ]

I am patient woman. [ a direct contradiction to what she said earlier ] I can wait. I will outlast you.

[vecna]

[He'd like to do any and all of these things for her. But mostly, he hears-]

Is that a challenge, Sprezzatura?

[Can she outlast him when it's her pleasure having to wait, and not his? He can certainly find ways to have fun without needing to finger her, of course.]

Will you outlast me if I touch everywhere except for where you want it the most?