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[Makes a low, faint noise. It could be a whine.]

Even if I begged?

[ her teeth show ] No.

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Then what, instead?

[ she wets her lips and yet can't speak for a moment or two after. ]

Please fuck me. But I do not want to be facing down.

[Another “please.”]

That’s fine. I like seeing your face.

[A kiss on the forehead this time, then-]

Lie all the way down, then.

[He assumes she’ll have to unhook her arms from around his neck.]

[ she will. she does. but only slowly, seeming to slither from him and down against his bloodstained bed with reluctance. still her legs hug him, and her tail. that much she finds she does not want to relinquish just yet. ]

Is it not fun anymore?

[ it feels different now. she made it different. ]

Sprezzatura...

[He looks down at her, brows scrunched. That she would even ask that makes him wonder if his reaction had been wrong, though he's tried to be gentle.]

Of course it's still fun. I want you to be able to talk to me, you know. And what I like doesn't always have to align with what you like.

[In fact, Henry is still learning what he likes. But if some of his more overbearing predilections need to be tamped down so she doesn't feel degraded, why would he ever be upset about that? The darker parts of him are often buried and carefully controlled — it's nothing new.]

[ she wants them to align, is the thing. she wants them to work in perfect synchronicity, perfect time, like the hands upon a clock. she wants to be joyful and mischievous in bed, and see Henry's claws and show him her own and yet known they would never be truly used. the hint enough of a thrill.

gaze askance again. ]

I did not dislike... it. Only how you frame it.

[He keeps losing her gaze, so this must remain a difficult thing to admit, but some part of him feels... hopeful. Curious.]

As punishment.

[How he framed it. Her being punished, something to be ashamed of. Something to bring back unpleasant memories.]

And if it were a reward, instead?

Hha. Oh, that is very hard to accomplish.

Not if it's what a good girl likes.

[Lightly; if she thinks it won't work, it's not like he'll push it.]

How would you want it to be framed, instead?

Pleasure. Just... pleasure.

[His brow arches, faintly. Pleasure, and just pleasure, couched in nothing else. It's entirely simple.]

Well... that's not unreasonable. [Hand smoothing up her high again, just to feel the softness of her skin beneath his fingers.] We can try next again time, if you want.

[Since she said she doesn't want to be facing down right now.]

[ that feels good. her muscles ripple under his touch. ]

We'll see.

[ after a moment, she scrunched up her face and kisses the air at him. mwah. no hard feelings, see? ]

[Ha. His smile widens — never any hard feelings on his part, but nice to know it’s the same for hers.]

I’m patient.

[She’s still hooked around his hips, so there’s not much leeway when it comes to readjusting. But it’s fine, he needs time to stiffen fully again (not that it’ll take much), and so he just bends forward and seals his lips around her nipple, his other hand coming up to palm the other breast. A long, hard suck. Almost as if in apology. Henry knows she likes that.]

[ she does like that. he earns a soft moan in emphasis of that, as she tips her face down to exhale into his hair and watch him work. idle touches appeal to her just now, and she combs her fingers into his hair with one hand. her other hand falls to cup over his hand cupping her. ]

Not too hard.

[A little hum, a sound of acknowledgement, pairing with the curve of a smile. He lessens the pressure and pull of his kiss, more and more, until all that’s left is the gentle, teasing swirl of his tongue.

When he pulls back, he squishes her breasts together, just because, guiding her hand atop of his along, too. It’s nice to imbue a sense of the playful again.]

I thought you liked it when I’m enthusiastic about your chest.

I do.

[ it's so cozy, to have him squeezing, kissing, teasing at her while she cradles him in the hug of her thighs. she encourages the squish with a faded smile. encourages his face down into the squish. ]

I really do.

[Cozy is a good word for it. Cozy enough to have regained the warmth of her nearness, tangled up in each other again. Trying to be as close as possible and, in this case, maybe that manifests with Henry smushing his face right down into her cleavage as she suggests.

Nuzzling in, there’s nothing particularly dignified about letting his tongue loll out to drag it up between her breasts, but he’s going to do it, anyway. Her bosom is so generous that he can easily feel the way the ample fat of them cushion his cheekbones as he does so.]

Are you sore, then?

[Muffled, but still audible. Are your boobas sore from your period, he means.]

Some.

[ what's dignified about any sex? it only matters that it feels good to have him licking her, and the soft press of his face against her. as if... he belongs right there.

strokes his hair some more... ]

[He thinks about when his body was transformed female for a day, quietly grateful that he didn't have to experience what Sprezzatura is feeling right now. He doesn't say as much, lest it come across as patronizing, but as he trails his tongue back up and temporarily rests his chin on her chest, he says fondly-]

Let me tend to every single need you have, then, when you're aching.

[He doesn't mean just sex. He'd love the opportunity to spoil her.]

[ that's a kindness she hadn't expected from him. a consideration not many men and few other women have extended to her in particular. ]

I haven't many.

[That's an upside to having a boyfriend literally obsessed with his partner: he'd do anything for her! :) ]

Which just makes it easier for me to spoil you. It works out.

[Buries his face in her again, kisses along the curves of her breasts, where her cleavage forms.]

Right?

Mmmmhh... hmmmm.

[ starts toying with the hair at his nape next, feeling how it flows through her fingers. ]

[Tickly!

He keeps fondling, kissing, sucking, just wet noises as he gives her chest the attention it deserves — but not too vigorously.

As expected, it doesn’t take terribly long for his cock to stiffen to the same degree as before. No doubt she can feel it, quite obviously.]

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