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[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. ]

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[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?

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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?

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[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?]

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[ 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.

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[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.

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I say that.

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...When?

[he's being gaslit]

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Now and again!

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[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.

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Ouch!

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

Biting me??

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[Very, very sweetly-]

Just some tough love.

Oops 2/2

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

Come on, Sprezzatura. Say it for me.

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[ holy shit ]

I won't!

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[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.

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[ 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.

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[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?

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[ here's her secret—secret even from herself: she will like anywhere he touches her. because it's him. ]

Do you think me some ill-disciplined young boy?

[ like you? ]

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[Wow that's more soft than sexy 🥺]

I think you're not nearly as patient as you'd like to believe.

[But Henry believes he is. Very, very patient. Patient enough to wait through 27 years of hell.

He lowers her thighs, though keeping them spread so that when he lowers himself to lie atop her again, she can feel his growing erection pressing between her legs.]

Or you're forgetting that I can always pleasure myself while I make you wait.

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[ yes, even this—his firm and steady weight bearing down. his breath fanning on her skin, and her skin tingling from every brush of fabric. the smell of his soap, the smears of lipstick on his face, and his beautiful hair. she relishes all of it and his closeness. things she'd forgotten the keenness of in the long months since her last fizzling relationship. ]

Yes. [ quick and sharp ] Pleasure yourself. I wish to see this, too. Don't I wonder, Henry? Do you twist your wrist when you stroke yourself? Part your lips, play with yourself? Everything you do will please me in turn.

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[Just as he’s entranced by her closeness in ways he’s not felt since. Ever. Physically, at least. She’s so, impossibly beautiful — even when she’s so, so sure that she’ll beat him. Even when she’s sure she won’t ever mutter “please” in his direction.

But isn’t it its own kind of pleasantness, knowing that even being selfish, she takes some pleasure in it, too? Like maybe they are just an echo chamber when they’re close to each other like this.

And the idea of her watching him touch himself… really is compelling.]

Mmn. Do you wonder? And do you really think watching me won’t make it all the more difficult for you?

[Quite notably… is reaching down between them both to fuss at his trouser’s button.]

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[ there. she has him. the overjoyed thrum of her heart, oh, it makes the idea of sitting untended to much easier ]

It goes without saying I wonder. Do you not wonder about me?

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[That’s an easy admittance.]

Yes. I do. How you touch yourself…

[A slow grind, just enough to tease at them both, really.]

The faces you make.

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Ohhh, all such beautiful ones.

[ pleasure that looks like pain. concentration which borders on the ephemeral. her fingers twitch against her palms as if in memory; he's seen how she touches herself. some, at least. ]

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[Some, at least, yes. Though it felt so fleetin — or maybe it does now, the desire to always see more of those private, intimate moments having never gone away.]

Always, I’m sure.

[In the next passing second, he’s already undone his fly. The open vee of his trousers makes his bulge all the more prominent as it presses between them, but only for one blessed moment. Henry sits up in the next, looking down at her with flushed cheeks and eyes full of reverence. She can take a moment to enjoy the view — even fully dressed, it’s difficult for the eye not to be drawn down to the tent between his legs.]

So then, does my wizard want a show?