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[vecna]

[Steps forward so that he's unnecessarily close for someone who's just fussing with her buttons—starting from the top, working his way down—but he always finds close proximity with her both exciting and comforting.]

Shouldn't we?

[Pristine, prim, and proper. He loves to see her like this, so inherently elegant, but he also loves to be the one unfurling it, thread by thread.]

Don't you want to? I do.

[velluminous]

[ down and down, until the parting of her blouse gives to the deep, warm swell of her bust, threatening to spill out, and the buttons underneath strain with the pull.

her tail swishes thoughtfully. she glances down into the line of her cleavage and back up at him. meaningful. ]

You want to know how it feels. How you fit.

[vecna]

[What a sight. It always is. He works the lower buttons off with a bit more expediency than before, if only to free her bosom fully. Is she wearing a bra?]

I do. [That's not a secret.] But you want to know how I feel inside of you, too. You just said so.

[velluminous]

[ she is not. :) which is maybe more than hinted at by the gentle peaking beneath the silky fabric. he opens her blouse to more and more and more pale blue skin.

a dreamy sigh. ]

It would be so nice...

[vecna]

[She spoils him. As soon as her top is completely undone, he slides it off her shoulders, suggesting that she remove it completely. And... for now, amazingly, he keeps his hands to himself, though his eyes greedily rove over the shape of her breasts.]

So, which one of us is brave enough to make an unconventional request from our little Pride demon in the basement?

[velluminous]

You.

[ off the blouse goes! right onto the floor. she cares so much more about watching him watch her than folding and setting her clothes aside. ]

You are why we are needing it, hm?

[vecna]

[ak;ls this logic]

I'm the reason? It takes two, Sprezzatura.

real tag

[velluminous]

crying

[vecna]

Fine. I'll ask when I see them next.

🤡

[velluminous]

Good. I wish to ask for accessories.

[vecna]

Accessories?

[velluminous]

I want my own cock.

[ as she slides her hand up her inside thigh and cups high up, where a man might lay himself when dressing in the morning. ]

[vecna]

[He could have expected her to say many things, but that-

Was not quite it. 😳]

To... [Eyes suddenly fixated on her hand and the gesture it makes. D...umbly, distractedly:] Fuck me with?

[velluminous]

[ hehe ]

I have not stopped thinking of it since you were astride my face.

[vecna]

[He tries to imagine it, and feels another swell of heat sweep across him.]

Oh? Did I get your imagination going? [Aha, now he can't help himself. He reaches up to give her breasts a generous squeeze.] I wouldn't mind it. You taking charge, bending me over, your nails digging into my hips...

[Even if her taking charge is really nothing new.]

[velluminous]

[ that makes her laugh; push up on her bosom from beneath. more to squeeze. ]

You want to be filled face-down? Mounting you like dog?

[vecna]

[More to squeeze, and more to push together to watch her cleavage deepen.]

Yes. If you think you can reach.

[With the height difference and all. Heh. He teases.]

[velluminous]

That is entire point of mounting, lapochka.

[vecna]

[She's still a tiny tief. In every scenario, he imagines her having to raise up high to take him from behind, unless she wants to push him truly face-first and flat against the floor or mattress, and then-

Oh, it makes the imagination go wild.]

Then you'll have to show me how you manage it. Hm?

[Such thoughts make him feel more impatient, and he continues in his heavily accented Russian, to mirror her "lapochka" endearment he's earned more often lately.]

Lie down now, darling.

[velluminous]

Oh, I am darling now?

[ she throws herself back with glee. almost doesn't mind the painful throb in her belly and lower, given all else to be joyous about. Pride won and she isn't marked up and Trilla did well. and now... Henry. her prize. ]

[vecna]

[Glee that's infectious. His smile widens as he rushes to toe off his own shoes, so that he can join her on the bed, kneeling beside and above her.]

You are more than just 'darling'. But my...

[He trails off, pausing. Then back in English-]

Vocabulary never was as extensive as I'd like for it to be.

[velluminous]

[ her smile lingers. she can barely understand him, but the intention of trying stays true.

smooths her hand up one arm. caressing through fabric. ]

Lyubimiy.

[vecna]

[He intends to move to where he can situate between her legs and work open her trousers, but even that small caress makes him linger a moment longer where he is.]

Lyubimiy. “Vocabulary?”

[velluminous]

Sure. Are you going to kiss me at all, or—?

[vecna]

What do you mean “sure”?

[He leans over, dips in dangerously close — but no kiss yet.]

Either it is or it isn’t. Which is it?