[ how could it? look at where he is, what he's being permitted to do. but it must be so new to him, she thinks, and then laughs gently. after a lifetime in the lab to feel his body wanting in this way, this insistently, when before all he may have gotten was his hand on the occasion that he wasn't so furious with life that it would kill all desire.
she can do this to him. for him.
and so she slides one hand between them and takes him in her palm. a thrill in her belly. he feels warm and stiff and throbby. ]
[She’s the only one who does this to him, the only one he cares to feel this way around. The emotional connection is there (indelible on his side, anyway), and so the physical one is sure to follow — in droves.
She makes it so easy, too, with a touch like that.
He’s mid-suck when she grasps ahold of his cock, throbbing and hard and its tip predictably sensitive, even when she’s hovering near it. It makes him gasp, makes him disconnect from her with a lewd, wet pop.]
And that feels good, too.
[Any attention to his cock, At this point, will feel heavenly.]
[Gently, but enough to get his heart racing, thudding hard in his ribs. Henry rests his forehead against her chest, breathing out with a smile on his face, and rolls his hips just so he can feel a bit of friction against her fingers.]
[ she allows this with a small smile of her own. even if he's stopped her, she can still feel the deeper throb and his pulse and the slickness dripping from his slit between her fingers. that's fun. she likes him so much, despite the warning signs. ]
The little bottle of oil—long forgotten and lost in the bedspread—floats up, hovering in their periphery. He removes his hand from her wrist and plucks it free mid-air.]
[ she places her hands upon his chest, simply holding there, her fingers spread and palms flush. to feel his heart. to feel his heat. for him to feel her own.
the fact that she is bleeding, sore, moody... it's almost forgotten. ]
[His heartbeat's practically a whole drumline in his chest, even more when she admits something like that. There's that complex tangle of emotions again, but with an impossibly deep fondness at the forefront this time.
A hand rises to cover one of hers, fingers half-entwined.]
And I really, really like you. What a pair we make.
[That tail of hers... It occurs to him that, someday, he should ask if she's interested in making him come with her tail only. He's sure she can, with how much of a tease she can be with it, the little tug at his balls the equivalent of a heated jolt.]
And here I thought I should take my time.
[He makes a show of it, too: dipping the bottle into his palm, pouring a generous, slick amount. Watching every curve of her body beneath him.]
[ she could. she would. she'd love it. there is power in being able to bring someone off in that way, and pleasure in being trusted to. another tug, and another, as with a fondling hand.
though... she falters slightly when he pours the oil. the act becomes real; Henry's face tipped down, his eyes downcast and heavy-lashed and pretty, his lips, the gleaming stream of oil filling his palm. t-tug. oh... ]
[Keeping his focus on his hand and the oil so that it doesn't dribble out the sides of his palm is difficult when she's touching him like that with her tail. Yes, he will have to ask that of her sometime. Maybe soon. To come when her tail is rippling around him, hugged tight around his cock...
But for now, he can regain a bit of his concentration when she falters, chuckling softly, and the bottle straightens with his powers; remains floating there with no more than a thought. He tilts his palm down, and the oil slowly sluices down long, pale fingers. A small excess drips one or two drops onto her thigh.]
Well. I want to make this last.
[Up until the point where he won't care about anything else except for fucking her, but he can enjoy the journey up until that point.
His powers urge her thighs to open wider; a single, slick fingertip drifts down and taps at her hole.]
Edited (MAYBE HE'S INTO THAT JAY!!!) 2024-10-07 18:14 (UTC)
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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?
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[ starts toying with the hair at his nape next, feeling how it flows through her fingers. ]
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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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she can do this to him. for him.
and so she slides one hand between them and takes him in her palm. a thrill in her belly. he feels warm and stiff and throbby. ]
Good.
[ rubs her thumb beneath the ridge of the head ]
That feels... good...
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She makes it so easy, too, with a touch like that.
He’s mid-suck when she grasps ahold of his cock, throbbing and hard and its tip predictably sensitive, even when she’s hovering near it. It makes him gasp, makes him disconnect from her with a lewd, wet pop.]
And that feels good, too.
[Any attention to his cock, At this point, will feel heavenly.]
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[ always so honest. she likes that. likes knowing what to do, and finding out in time with him what he enjoys being done to him.
... though, every man likes his cock stroked. gently, gently. ]
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[Gently, but enough to get his heart racing, thudding hard in his ribs. Henry rests his forehead against her chest, breathing out with a smile on his face, and rolls his hips just so he can feel a bit of friction against her fingers.]
Makes me want to be inside of you.
[(Not that this sentiment ever really subsided.)]
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every single inch of him slides through her fist. in fact, she begins jerking him off with vigour. ]
Better hurry up and getting inside me, hmmmm?
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Hurry up or you’ll make me come with your hand first, you mean? Not so fast there.
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Hm?
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Arches a brow playfully.]
If you prefer for me to come all over your stomach instead…
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Hm. Get oil, then.
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The little bottle of oil—long forgotten and lost in the bedspread—floats up, hovering in their periphery. He removes his hand from her wrist and plucks it free mid-air.]
Always prepared.
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I could let you figure rest out yourself, if you like.
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Oh, I can't imagine it's all that difficult.
[Teasing. The top pops off of the bottle, all the same.]
But you might need to unwind yourself from me first.
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Use very, very much. More than you would ever think needed.
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I’ll use so much that we’ll both be dripping before we even start. How does that sound?
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Someone’s blushing again.
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the fact that she is bleeding, sore, moody... it's almost forgotten. ]
I really like you.
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A hand rises to cover one of hers, fingers half-entwined.]
And I really, really like you. What a pair we make.
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she pulls her thighs back, lets her tail drape for a moment longer before slithering away down between his legs. lil tug on his balls. ]
I would like if we two became one soon.
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And here I thought I should take my time.
[He makes a show of it, too: dipping the bottle into his palm, pouring a generous, slick amount. Watching every curve of her body beneath him.]
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though... she falters slightly when he pours the oil. the act becomes real; Henry's face tipped down, his eyes downcast and heavy-lashed and pretty, his lips, the gleaming stream of oil filling his palm. t-tug. oh... ]
Well.
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But for now, he can regain a bit of his concentration when she falters, chuckling softly, and the bottle straightens with his powers; remains floating there with no more than a thought. He tilts his palm down, and the oil slowly sluices down long, pale fingers. A small excess drips one or two drops onto her thigh.]
Well. I want to make this last.
[Up until the point where he won't care about anything else except for fucking her, but he can enjoy the journey up until that point.
His powers urge her thighs to open wider; a single, slick fingertip drifts down and taps at her hole.]
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