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[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.

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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.

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[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.]

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[ 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.

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[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?

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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.

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[ 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.]

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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.]

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[ 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!

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[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!

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[ ...

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

Do it again.

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[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.

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[ 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. ]

[vecna]

[No bite marks. Just a hickey :)

The long line of her neck, when she pulls her hair back, is just as sensual as ever. He wastes no time in testing how much she actually desires yet one more mark, placing his lips near perfectly opposite of where the other one rests; a long, particularly sucking kiss follows. Henry hikes up a knee, too, to nudge against her hip.]

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[ there's the drum of her pulse. she gasps again, turning into a low purring laugh, and wriggles a little to get her leg over his. topless and breathless, she hugs her cunt against the hard edge of his knee. good, firm pressure that seems in some way to alleviate the ache, and to make her entire upper body erupt in goosebumps, too.

it is beyond her how he can arouse her this much. when there is so much about him that should disarm her, yet doesn't. ]

Aytch... [ voice a mere whisper, breathy and rising as her skin begins to bloom in his mouth ]

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[He’s kind enough to lower and raise his knee slowly again, so that she can feel the full length of his thigh if she wants to ride it as he kisses, and kisses, and kisses…

Heat rising beneath his collar. He should have taken his own shirt off, first.

Finally, the kiss ends with a swirl of his tongue, and his head rests against the pillow again, admiring the twin mark he’s made on her neck.]

There. One to match.

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[ she feels on fire ]

Ffffuck, I want to wrestle with you—

[vecna]

[She… wants to— What? He laughs, low and amused, understanding the sentiment to mean he’s gotten her all keyed up.]

Grapple me and pin me down? You might be strong but I wouldn’t make it easy for you.

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[ won't he? he's pliant as he's ever been, he's soft for her, he's so easy to make bend. she cups his throat on either side in her hands and gives a little squeeze, like a hug. ]

I—hha. Would you have your way with me, Henry? I'm not certain your will could persist.