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[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...

[velluminous]

Fantasies [ cocksqueeze ] are private.

[ though hearing him talk like this, still warm and bloody, gets her hot. paintball seems very far away. ]

[vecna]

[He does make another little low noise at that. Grinds his hips forward to feel his length move in her hand.]

Then how am I going to make them come true?

[velluminous]

Make your best guess.

[ she's craning up to kiss him, breathing this against his lips, nearly a croon

drags her hand up... to his underwear waistband... and down again, beneath it this time. hello. ]

[vecna]

[And of course he kisses her back, though when she drifts her hand down his waistband, that kiss turns into an impatient nibble of her lower lip.]

Down your throat.

[Because that's what he wants, and he's entirely sure she does, too — she did request it first, after all.]

[velluminous]

[ before the kiss, and after it, she melts into a wicked smile. ]

Please.

[ that's an ask, that rare ask that isn't so rare with him. ]

[vecna]

[Oh, there it is. That little ask. How fitting she only gives it to him when he's not hoping for it.

But it's... nice.]

Then... undress me?