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[ scrunches-unscrunches her fingers at his back, through the fabric. a fond gesture that she'll forget about later. but it's there, now, and she strokes him firmly at the base with the coil. ]

[Perfect. Even so snug against her, with not much leeway for her tail to stimulate him, she still feels perfect. Writhes and strokes against him in a way that sends tingles up and down every nerve ending, making the liquid heat within him roil and threaten to overflow.

Of course he’s going to grind into her to hasten himself over that line — the press of fingernails felt through the thin material of her blouse is obvious as the pressure mounts. Henry makes a ragged sound as he chases after it, no hesitation. He ruts against her again and again, taking advantage of the small amount of clearance he’s given to move. It’s still more than enough.]

Fffuck— You’re so good—

[ yes, she thinks. she is so good.

abruptly uncurls her arms to shed her blouse, and she lets it slither to the floor like the discarded skin of an animal. now utterly nude but for the stretched and struggling panties bunch up between their bodies. then arms around again. ]

Nearly there, lapochka. Nearly.

[ can she guide his other hand gently out of her? she wants it holding her thigh. ]

[She certainly can. Just like she can appreciate how slick and shining his fingers have gotten from being inside of her, and the stark way they cool against the air as soon as they're free is almost enough to distract.

Well, no — not nearly enough, really. But she can guide his hand to her thigh all the same, and his long fingers splay and clamp around it, half-kneading and half-gripping. Mimicking the pressure of his other hand, which now presses into nude skin now that she's discarded her blouse.

Just all the more anchoring points to grip as he continues to grind his cock against her cheeks, her tail, breathing hard. The smear of precome wetting that snug place in-between, though he's seconds away from making it all the messier, for how he tenses quite suddenly, every muscle in him taut as he—

Comes with a haggard, gasping moan, his cock twitching beneath her coiled touch, and spilling himself precisely where he's tucked beneath her. Gravity will turn it untidy, but right now, it's just hot, wet, pulsing heat coming (literally) to greet her.]

[ mmhh, that's obscene. presses a very, very tender kiss into the hollow of jaw and ear, murmuring her pleasure in echo for him. her fingers are in his hair, combing through, and against his clothed back, rucking fabric, and her heart thunders in her chest and pulses in time with Henry's climax. so hot on her skin. then, rivulets pulling downward in the valley of her backside.

she feels good. more than just the sex to thank for that.

another kiss. ]

Mm. Well done.

[His orgasms are always so intense with her. This one is no different, the pleasure wracking through his body in waves that only begin to peter out by small degrees. Her fingers feel like they're all over him all at once, through his hair and on his back, and while it's not quite an overstimulation—because it's very welcome—it's still so much. The shiver that usually takes a few seconds to arrive crawls down his spine almost immediately, his body trembling, and therefore trembling hers in turn.

He slides both hands up her back to rest at the back of her shoulders, leaning forward, nuzzling into those kisses.]

Mmn.

[Very verbose. Give him a minute.]

[ ah, he's tiring. she feels it, too. the soft suffusion of the afterglow is spreading through them both and, for once, among many more times where she did not, Sprezzatura thinks it would be quite nice to heed it.

chasing that shiver, she tickles her fingers up and down his spine. ]

Maybe we leave licking for another time, and for now, you lay back for me.

[ so we can cuddle. ]

[Ah, but he doesn't want to stop this. But he wants to cuddle. But he doesn't want to stop it— but he wants to cuddle.

Another shiver tingles up his spine, shaking his shoulders.]

Only if you lay with me.

[Their thoughts are aligned, which is good, because Henry uses the leverage of his arms wrapped around her to lie down on his side, taking her with him.]

No, like this.

[ pushes him once more onto his back. so she can lay atop him, a little tiefling blanket. ]

[Well— oof. He now has Sprezzatura lain atop him. His arms wrap around her a second time, and the mess between their legs is not one that bothers him one bit.]

Oh, trying to keep me warm?

[little shiver again]

[ once it has cooled and dried, she will find herself quite vocal about it. right now, however, it's merely slick and thrilling and dripping slowly down, coating her hole and catching in the soft curls further between. right now, she's not even thinking about it. ]

Mmh.

[ ostensibly? she just wants to keep him close in a way that allows her to laze utterly, like this, draped down atop him. ]

[He was joking, of course. As though he needs to be kept warm when they're both radiating heat — he doesn't quite have the advantage of exposed skin cooling against the air circulating in the room to the same degree as her, either.

Just... keeping her in an embrace. Stay here.]

I'm glad we figured out a few shades for you.

[Of. Lipstick. Wild to think that's how this all started.]

[ the lengthy silence before she answers should be telling enough: she, too, forgot that this all started with lipstick. like, what is he even talking about? shades?

oh. ]

And so many left untested.

[A smile. A hand through her hair.]

You know what that means, right?

Hhhaaa.

[ pops her lips at him ]

[A chuckle.]

Exactly. We'll be repeat customers.

[They didn't even have to buy anything!]

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