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[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.