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[velluminous]

[ a low laugh, absorbed into the kiss: hhhaaah. both arms wrap about his nape, then her legs come up around his hips and she play-kicks her feet up and down on either side of him. ]

[vecna]

[The crescent of his smile becomes more prominent against that kiss. Pulled in, her legs around his hips, he could honestly be happy doing this for the rest of the day.

Though he wants to keep saying it, too. He’s learned a new, very important word in Russian, after all. When the kiss breaks, he reiterates.]

Lyubimiy. My beloved, beautiful Sprezzatura. You’ll have to teach me more.

[velluminous]

After. After—

[ one kiss is not nearly enough. trying to guide him back in, her hands gripping his chin on either side. ]

[vecna]

[Oh, she does love her kisses, doesn’t she.

He obliges, kissing deeper this time. Like she’s his source of oxygen. Well, if his mouth is otherwise occupied, she gets a cheeky little telepathic endearment in her mind.]

Lyubimiy.

[velluminous]

[ a warm snort against his cheek. an automatic smile. the curl of her tongue into his mouth is cheeky in turn; a little flick against his, rather than a stroke. ]

Mmhmmh.

[vecna]

[The tip of his tongue dances against hers in reply, and Henry hums contentedly. Without breaking the kiss—or trying to, anyway—he pivots so that he’s braced atop her, one hand moving down to play with the band of her trousers.]

[velluminous]

[ ahh. she could tongue-kiss for hours. she loves the tingly, wet brush and the sound of the kisses once they've deepened, and his breathing steady against her, and his lips so warm, so unbelievably soft. all of it. she hums back, angling higher to suck at his top lip and press it firm between hers. hands sliding into his hair, fingers splayed wide, nails tickling over his scalp. ]

Still so eager for blood?

[ her tail tries to guide his hand back up her body, a suggestion at most ]

[vecna]

[Pleasantly tickling, those nails. Enough to make him shiver, and he sucks at her lower lip in “retaliation” before he replies.]

Yes. That game might’ve been chaos, but it’s piqued my interest when it comes to how you taste right now.

[Will she be as delectable as when he was splattered with red paint? Well, probably not, and Henry knows that. But the appeal is still there — and that’s all he needs, the allure of it, to know it’ll be enjoyable all the same.

Her tail ghosts up his hand, and he slides his touch up to just above her waistband, not an inch more.]

Why? Change your mind?

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[velluminous]

[ a look on her face like she can't believe she has the fastidious Henry Creel aching for a taste. her entire body prickles with desire almost to excess, and she has to shiver to be rid of it, only for it to begin to build again. she pictures, for an instant, the pressured slide of his tongue through her folds, his breath warming her, his gaze intense and darkened by the pleasure of it, the taboo of it.

his eyes are keen enough to cut, sometimes. she's thought this before. and how blue...

yes, she wants him to look at her that way. to—... ]

...

[velluminous]

[ SHE WANTS HIM TO DOMINATE HER??? ]

[vecna]

[nintendo wii theme music playing in henry creel’s head as he waits for a reply and none comes

Nibbles at her lower lip again, and that one hand is going to fuss idly with the button of her trousers as if trying to grab her attention again.

A little lilting, a little teasingly sing-song-]

Earth to Sprezzatuuura… Are you listening to me?

[velluminous]

[ she jumps, a sudden flush in her features ]

—Da.

[vecna]

[A darker shade of blue tinting her features. Henry raises himself up by just an inch to get a better look with those blue eyes of his.]

No you weren’t. What’s going on in that head of yours?

[velluminous]

[ yes, just like that. how he looks like that. she surges up for another kiss, and hooks his hips with her thighs as she does. ]

[vecna]

[Oh. Okay. Henry isn’t sure exactly what just transpired there, but his lips crash into hers with a mmnn and his hand abandons her trousers, instead trailing up so that both elbows bracket on either side of her. She’s got him “trapped” with her legs, anyway, so pretending to work her pants off means very little right now.

She tastes nice, as always. Warm and wet and enough to make his heart pound in his chest. His tongue traces her lips and delves into her mouth, too, which makes breaking the kiss messy business. A heated exhale.

His pants feel tight.]

I’ll never undress you at this rate.

[velluminous]

[ but why do the kisses have to break at all? Sprezzatura Vaux loves to kiss. her pulse is a throbbing baseline in her ears, jumping when he exhales across her mouth, and—ahh. her cheeks are hot, too. it's so much more apparent when their faces are close together. it makes her hands want to shake, so she clenches them in the sheets. ]

Poor baby.

[vecna]

Poor me.

[Kisses only break to make room for new ones. He lowers again to suck at her top lip this time, to make sure it shines. To make sure it swells from so much attention.

The backside of his fingers trail softly across her cheek.]

And poor you, not getting to feel my tongue lap you up right between your legs.

[velluminous]

[ she aches so badly, would she even feel it? wouldn't it be lost to the dull gnaw? ]

I want to feel you at my mouth, first.

[ but in the meantime, perhaps she could introduce Henry to the concept of dry humping. skate her hands down and around up cup at his backside, pull him closer. how very juvenile. ]

[vecna]

[He'd like to help her forget her pain. He doesn't know if it'd be enough—his time as a woman was very limited, you know—but he can hope. Hope that it can be a distraction at the very least. But if she's not in a hurry, wanting for him to kiss her ceaselessly, then he can tamp down how his heat and impatience flare with ease. To make this last longer, to please her.

He opens his mouth to reply, but the sound just comes out as surprised and faltering. She's gripped his backside and pulled him forward, and the tenting area in his pants grinds against her body, impossible to ignore. Very juvenile, indeed, especially in comparison to what they've already done to each other in the past.]

Ha. Well...

[Well what? Well, he'll kiss her again, hurried and maybe a little clumsy, his hand cupping her jawline and his hips rocking forward again to chase the friction and warmth of her body beneath him.]

[velluminous]

[ downright moans into the kiss, pawing her hands up his backside and up his back, then returning down to his cheeks to start again. start again. start again. she's a handsy woman.

besides, what feels better than making out? don't answer that. ]

Oh, stiff boy.

[ it's a coo ]

[vecna]

[In the moment? Almost nothing.

When her touch isn't fire, it's electric. The irony, in drawing parallels to sensations he normally hates, but becomes heavenly with her.

Kisses her lips, the corner of her lips, her cheekbone — all affection and fondness beneath the heat.]

Blame yourself for that,— [rucks slowly against her again] -as always.

[velluminous]

Was I complaining?

[ nuzzling as he roves across her cheek, her hands dancing over him with eagerness she doesn't hide. sex is a good distraction here. and he's... fun... to do it with.

whispers, ] Ride my thigh.

[vecna]

[Yes, ma'am. All it takes is a slight shift to the left so that he brackets either side of her thigh, and once more rolls his hips forward. He's quite stiff now, warm even through the fabric of her clothing. A soft noise of pleasure.]

No, you weren't. [Complaining, he means.] It's the highest form of compliment.

[No one else makes him this way. Simultaneously like a man head over heels, and an animal that just wants to fuck. Both can be true.]

[velluminous]

[ warm and hard. she thrills privately at the press of him into her, that pressure, that undeniable arousal that feels like nothing else. that part of him speaking for him. ]

It has been so long I almost forget how big you are.

[ he'd seemed so much smaller when she was a drider.

rubs her hands through his hair at his nape, down his back, pricking at his buttocks through his trousers. her thigh pushes up harder in between his.

[vecna]

[And he ruts up at a slightly higher angle to meet it, to drag himself slowly along the tract of her thigh to wring the most out of a single movement. And then again, and again. The pink in his cheeks is impossible to ignore, now, his tone skewing lower.]

Last time wasn't a fair comparison, was it?