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[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?

[velluminous]

Well, time after that, you had nothing at all to compare to.

[ her look, angled up beneath her lashes, is one of smug pride. she does this to him. she makes him hard and hot and pink and pretty. ]

[vecna]

[Look at her, so pleased with herself. Henry lifts a brow, amused.]

But you still had fun.

[Angles lower to kiss along the crook of her neck this time, wet and sucking.]

We have fun.

[velluminous]

[ suddenly she is awash in goosebumps. purrs, wriggling against him like a cat. ]

So much. Oh, like that—

[vecna]

[He likes her wiggling beneath him, so pleased, but more of his weight bears down–not overwhelmingly so—to keep her in place. Just for the fun of it, as his mouth keeps working in the same spot against her neck.]

Mm?

[It reminds him of their experimentation with the lipstick, the same kind of vigor in which he explored her with kisses, just. Without the tint.]

[velluminous]

Ahh—

[ he works that spot, hotter and hotter, until she's shaking a little beneath him. rubs her thigh up, hooking. ]

[vecna]

[The shivers are only an encouragement. If she doesn’t want a little mark left there, she should probably tell him, otherwise Henry is going to keep kissing and sucking in that one spot...]

[velluminous]

[ hear her out.

what if she doesn't tell him to stop.

she takes an anticipatory breath in, holds it, raises her hands up along his back, her leg along his hip... ]

[vecna]

[Well, then he’s going to keep kissing. And kissing. And kissing. He affords a greedy grind of his hips, his hardened length pressing so obviously against her even under his clothing, but otherwise doesn’t stop.

It’ll be enough to draw the blood from under the surface of her skin… closer to the surface of her skin. A darker, blooming mark, which he can only appreciate once he wetly pulls away, breathing quick against her neck.

A part of him wonders if she’s even aware of what he did.]

Made you mine.

[Marked her as it, anyway.]

[velluminous]

[ she gasps outright then. sinks her nails into the meat of his backside and holds him as close as she can get him, and her tail's going now, too, just going completely wild. ]

You—what did you do—

[ he marked her? he? marked her? ]

Henry!

[vecna]

[Whoops he’s pressed utterly close, unable to wiggle free — not that he even makes an attempt to.

Feigns innocence!] You didn’t stop me, Sprezzatura. I thought you were enjoying yourself!

[velluminous]

[ ...

she drags him and turns them both so that she's on top. her lips slowly curve, reveal teeth. ]

Do it again.

[vecna]

[As always, her physical strength outstrips his, and he’s easily turned to where she bears on top of him.

That smile… Is that a dare? A warning? A request? His hands snake up to rest upon her back.]

…Show me the other side of your neck, lyubimiy.

[velluminous]

[ her stomach somersaults. oh, she's in it now... she is.

exhales sharply, reaching up to draw her hair over her shoulder, and in so doing, she bares her throat... a languid head-tilt to the opposite side. in a subtle motion, she tests where her throat throbs—no bite marks this time. ]