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[vecna]

[ppffft he has to laugh, sorry]

I- don't. I just don't see why you do.

[velluminous]

[ whines and writhes and writhes and writhes and ]

[vecna]

[Poor, poor Sprezzatura.

He'll have mercy on her. He licks away at the smeared line of blood he left on her thigh.

Better?]

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[velluminous]

[ and writhes and ]

[velluminous]

[vecna]

[Oh, she likes that, huh. Chuckles and does it again — picking up what remnants of red remain.]

[velluminous]

[ the stains are a deep burgundy on her skin, smearing. she lifts herself up to watch him. ]

Now... Isn't that better?

[vecna]

[If he didn't get it all, he's going for another long, wet lick.]

Uh-huh.

[And then-]

Just another reason for me to put my mouth on you.

[velluminous]

You don't need reason.

[vecna]

[He rests his cheek against her thigh again.]

Careful, I’m going to take that as free rein to kiss you anytime even outside of the bedroom.

[velluminous]

Mischief.

[vecna]

In front of the entire town.

[Yes, peak mischief.]

[velluminous]

All twenty two of us?

[vecna]

Yes. Twenty-two people who get to see just how enamored I am with you.

[velluminous]

[ enamoured. her face remains as elegant and impassive as she wishes it would always be.
but inside, her heart does somersaults.

the need to touch him. she picks her fingers through his bangs, artfully arranging them as they were before she ruined his hair. ]

Perhaps I want it all only for me.

[vecna]

[A tingle of warmth and pleasure as she fusses with his hair. Almost enough to distract him from the strain still existing in his pants.]

My affection only ever belongs to you. But if you want to ferret me away from prying eyes, I guess I can mostly just kiss you in private. Again and again…

[velluminous]

Kissing my privates?

[ she wants to crane her neck, peer down the line of his body sprawled out, and spy his bulge pressing against the open vee of his trousers. she wants to see him all but bursting out with his desire for her. she wants to see the size of it, see it framed by the fabric, see how stiff it is, see his want embodied.

but he's obscuring it. ]

[vecna]

And that, too.

[As though to make a point, he kisses her cunt again, gentle and teasing.

And don't worry, he'll have to tend to his erection one way or another, because even now it pulses woefully as they have their little repartee. Another flick of his gaze up at her.]

Still have some energy left in you? [She looks so content and boneless.]

[velluminous]

Boundless.

[vecna]

[Playfully-] Good, because I still have a little problem that needs tending to.

[velluminous]

[ she's hungry for him still. ]

Little, hmmm?

[vecna]

Well. Maybe more than just a little.

[And he's still completely unsated.

He finally moves his hands to either side of her hips, smearing the pristine sheets a tad bit red, and hefts himself up, moving forward just enough to hover over her. Those locks of hair she tried to fix hang lazily with the pull of gravity as he gazes down.

If she wants to look now, she can: impossible to hide the strain in his pants, or even the small wet spot in the fabric where the precome has eked through.]

What do you think?

[velluminous]

[ she thinks a very, very rare thought for Sprezzatura Vaux:

she wants that in her mouth.

he's framed so beautifully by his open trousers, so heavy, so needful, and all for her... for her. this is for her.

bites her lip, unsubtle, and wriggles underneath. she takes his hips in hand and palms them, the heels of her hands straying close to that swell. ]

My, how pretty you are.

[vecna]

[All for her, and all her doing. He also thinks that her long tongue wrapped around his length would be divine, because shouldn't she get to use her mouth, too, if she wanted?

He pushes his hips forward as she touches him, rubbing against nothing, but encouraging her to draw in near. Her hands are so close to where he wants to feel her fondling him the most.]

Pretty, but in such distress. Do you think you can help me, Sprezzatura?

[velluminous]

Mmmh. Perhaps.

[ lifts her chin, angling for a kiss. in the same motion, her hand delves in between trousers and underwear. he is so stiff that it thrills her, and her lips part in a little grin, heavy-lashed eyes ]

Still having oil in that basket of yours?