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[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?

[vecna]

[The kiss is happily received but messy and broken partway through with a moan. How desperate he is for her, when she touches him, when she dives right in, that he can't help but actually try to grind his hips into her hand. He's heavy and throbbing, and even the brush of her fingers is a small torture.]

Of course.

[With a thought, up pops the bottle of oil from the basket. It floats over to the bed.]

[velluminous]

[ she licks at his face even after he's pulled from the kiss. listen, she didn't like the blood on her thighs but when it's on his cheeks, it's sexy again. don't question it.

little lapping kisses while her body shakes with want and affection. her tail creeps up to clumsily take the bottle from the air—most of her focus on cupping his bulge and squeezing it, a little laugh when his grinding pushes her elbow into the mattress. she pushes back just as firmly. her pulse seems barely beneath her skin. ]

Eager...

[vecna]

[You know, he can’t even point out this contradiction when she’s kissing his face like that. Her pulse might be quickening, but his heart’s a drumbeat in his chest and ears, and he can hardly notice anything else — minus the way she cups him so generously, of course. Pressure and contact and warmth there. Just direly missing a bit more friction.

Henry lowers himself so that he’s resting on his elbows, a guttering laugh escaping him after he occasionally meets her seeking kisses with his own. The bottle is released from his powers, now free to be moved about by her tail.]

I love it when you touch me. I can't help it.

[velluminous]

[ starts to knead. she loves the shape of him filling out her palm.

but...

more than that...

his laugh. her tail thumps down onto the bed. ]

Will you go into my throat?

[ does he know how rare it is for her to ask? ]

[vecna]

[It'd be the second time, so maybe he doesn't. But it doesn't mean it appeals to him any less.

She kneads at him and he bites down another moan, instead letting in manifest into a playfully wicked smile. All too quickly, he responds-]

Oh, yes. Just like before?

[velluminous]

[ a smile like that makes her tingle. what is he thinking? is he thinking anything? ]

Like before.

[vecna]

[Oh, he's just thinking about how it felt last time he was seated down her throat. And how it would feel once more.

But also a lingering curiosity.] What's the oil for, then?

[velluminous]

Hmm. Just thought I had.

[ she gives a small, upward tug on his bulge. not pushing his trousers down, no. toying with him. playing. ]

[vecna]

[Ooohh, devilish woman. He rucks into that willingly again, but it's not quite enough. Henry lowers his head to snuggle his face against her bosom. Mmfh.]

What kind of thought? We could make room for it.

[velluminous]

Thought like...

[ well, encourage her once... keeps on tugging, squeezing, working him over in a firm hand. her chest is filmy with sweat, and warm, and her heart thumps away beneath her breast. it feels... so nice. ]

Like I might teach this sweet, little orderly how to properly sodomize woman.

[vecna]

[How he utterly writhes against her, both because of her hand and the suggestion itself. Nibbles at her nipple, playfully, approvingly.]

I'd like that, too.

[velluminous]

Oh, suck on that...

[vecna]

[Gives it a kiss, which makes his protest weak at best.]

What happened to me inside your mouth, instead?

[velluminous]

[ with slow, deliberate motion, she swaps the hand cupping him, palming him, rubbing him. ]

Soon. You need only ask.

[ beg. ]

[vecna]

[And yet she won’t do the same for him—]

You want it, too, you know.

[A-aah. Her hand. What if he pushes down his trousers and pants a bit more, to give her more clearance to fondle him?]

[velluminous]

Do I?

[ wonderful! oh, oh! both hands, then, one slipping a little deeper. there is more than enough of him to hold; one hand for his balls, and the other for the hot press of his cock into her palm. she's got her toe claws curled into the sheets. she's thrumming with life, energy, desire. that's how it seems. ]

Tell me more about what I want.

[vecna]

[That's better, so much better, for him to be completely touched by her. No matter how—hands, mouth, cunt—it's a relief for her body heat to cup and wrap around him, and he closes his eyes for a moment just to feel it. His lashes tickle her skin.]

My cock down your throat, buried in deep, hard and eager as I fuck you. [Simple enough, he thinks. He loops it back to what he had mentioned prior.] Me having my way with you still excites you, even now, doesn't it.

[velluminous]

[ he's warm and twitching in her hands. what a reward that is. ]

You are never having your way with me. I am letting you do with me what I wish.

[vecna]

That might be the reality. [And it is, of course it is. She's the one who always has the spark of control, doesn't she?] But it's hardly the fantasy.

[And isn't that the compelling part?]

[velluminous]

You don't know what I fantasize about...

[vecna]

Hm. Then why don't you tell me? And we can act out each and every one...