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[vecna]

Yes.

[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.)]

[velluminous]

[ to be connected.

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?

[vecna]

[With vigor… A-aah, he lifts his head and smooths his hand down between their bodies, fingers encircling her wrist.]

Hurry up or you’ll make me come with your hand first, you mean? Not so fast there.

[velluminous]

[ 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. ]

Hm?

[vecna]

[If red flag hot—

Arches a brow playfully.]

If you prefer for me to come all over your stomach instead…

[velluminous]

[ she wants to say "if you come, you come", but the truth is she likes the idea too much of him finishing inside, in her real body this time. ]

Hm. Get oil, then.

[vecna]

[And he likes that idea, too.

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.

[velluminous]

[ the sight of it in his hand makes her stomach squirm. coils her tail around his middle and squeezes. ]

I could let you figure rest out yourself, if you like.

[vecna]

[He likes that feeling of her tail wrapped around him — a squeeze and a hug, in its own way.]

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.

[velluminous]

[ look at how quickly she unravels—warm in her cheeks. she's blushing. ]

Use very, very much. More than you would ever think needed.

[vecna]

[Look at how she flushes. The idea must really appeal. That excites him even more, to see her react that way.]

I’ll use so much that we’ll both be dripping before we even start. How does that sound?

[velluminous]

[ LOOK AT THAT BLUSH GO ]

[vecna]

[CUTE AND SEXY]

Someone’s blushing again.

[velluminous]

[ 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. ]

I really like you.

[vecna]

[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.

[velluminous]

[ a man who would be Vecna, and the woman whose life burned down.

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.

[vecna]

[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.]

[velluminous]

[ 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... ]

Well.

[vecna]

[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.]

[velluminous]

[ a tap that makes her jump, her thighs and breasts bounce, and her lips to part in an "o" of surprise... and guilty pleasure. Henry is so simple to expose to new things; if she asks, she gets. he doesn't shy away. ]

Ah.

[ she feels slick on slick; blood mingles with oil. with a little effort, she pulls her knees higher. let him see. let him take his time.

her eyes are affixed to his face, though they do dart down to try to see the shine of light on his wettened fingers. ]

[vecna]

[Henry’s so receptive of her, and yet here he thinks she’s so reactionary, in a way that only makes him want to do more, more, whatever she likes. It seems to have worked for them so far.

She pulls her thighs back, granting him to clearance to look, to really look, to see where she glints with just a touch of oil and the darker shade of her blood. What a sight, one that makes him gnaw a bit on his lower lip. He uses that same finger to rub a small circle around her hole, watching the obscene way in which he makes it shine even more.

It’s a view to drink in, to commit to memory in the filing cabinet of Lewd Things he has already collected with her, but of course his eyes are eventually drawn to her expression. To the flush creeping up from beneath her skin.]

So you tell me if I’m not being gentle enough.

[velluminous]

[ he glances at her, and that's it. she can look nowhere else, even as his finger gently works her muscle relaxed again, a little circle without pushing in. feels... nice...

and she likes knowing that he likes it. ]

Just like this, yes. Slip in so easily. I should have done this with you when your body was changed, too. I wanted to.

[vecna]

[He will always enjoy pleasuring her.

Henry thinks, even just at the surface level, he can feel her relax bit by bit. His finger continues massaging a little circle.]

You can still do it with this body sometime.

[And finally, a subtle press, to slip inside so, so slowly.]

It'd still make me feel amazing.

[Surely.]

[velluminous]

[ LAUGHS—turning into a soft gasp. it's still a snug fit, even with her relaxing; a tight, warm, slippery hug. all at once the hunger relights in her, and she wants more, and deeper, and bigger, and her heart begins to pound again. ]

Oh, you are having no idea how true what it is you say.

[ pictures: Henry curled against her, flushed and beautiful. how he would spill and spill and spill. she wriggles. perhaps that's ill-advised right now. ]

[vecna]

[What's so funny, huh! She's tight and snug, despite the generous amount of oil he had slicked across his fingers, but moreover? When she wriggles, his finger eases in deeper — still a slow entry, though, moving only past his middle knuckle. For now.]

No? Would it be even better than I can make you feel?