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[velluminous]

[ begins rucking the buttons of her own blouse open. underneath, in the widening vee, nothing else at all. ]

Kiss me again.

[vecna]

[Hehe… oh. Nothing at all.

Just the soft surface of her skin and the ample tease of her bosom. Henry’s gaze can’t not wander, blue eyes distracted by that opened vee. He feels his face flush slightly, his heartbeat thudding a little harder in his chest.

…Lowers the lipstick and kisses her, fully, picking up all the pigment he can. He has an idea is where this is going. Eventually:]

Hmmn, so— my mouth all over you?

[velluminous]

[ the hint of generous curves, but hidden just so by falls of fabric. how unfair to him.

messily, against his mouth, ] All over.

[vecna]

[BUT IT'S SEXY WAX!!!!

All over, she says. Who is he to deny her? The lipstick tube fumbles from his grip as he slips both hands inside where her shirt falls open, just at her sides, to anchor him as he lowers himself more.

A kiss along her jaw, her neck, lower... along the hard line of her collarbone.]

But the mess, Ms Vaux...

[the very specific times in which henry creel does not care about messes]

[velluminous]

[ she wants his mouth lower and his hands higher. exhaling half a laugh against his ear and the side of his face as he drifts downward. ]

We will just clean it up again once we're done.

[vecna]

[Higher, lower. He's getting there. What's the point of rushing — his own impatience is overridden by how much he wants to indulge and tease for now.

But... his lips roaming lower still, until they finally meet the crest of her breasts as his hands slide up to give them a little lift. He hasn't even eased back enough to appreciate his handwork: that trail of lipstick following his path.]

Oh, so this is an all-morning affair?

[velluminous]

[ oh! there it is. he cups beneath her chest, pulling her somewhat out of the open vee of her blouse.

had her hands in his hair the moment he began trending down, because she loves his coif and loves ruining it even more, and now she rubs her nails back and forth across his scalp in reward. not hard, just... there. mm. ]

I didn't say that. You did.

[vecna]

[It’s a nice sensation that would feel calming in any other moment. Right now, it nearly sends a shiver down his spine. Makes goosebumps rise at the back of his neck.]

I don’t hear you telling me otherwise.

[Kisses briefly halting just so he can dip down even lower and give one nipple a nice, warm pucker, his lips pressed around her areola with the intent of leaving a perfect kiss mark.]

[velluminous]

Why would I do that?

[ tha-aaat, breathy upwards note. gentle as he is, pleasure still rolls through her at the squeeze of his lips. she breathes deep, lifts her chest towards his mouth. ]

You need more.

[ lipstick. reapply. ]

we should have put an nsfw warning on this like 5 tags ago

[vecna]

[Only now does he pull back to admire his handiwork, the shape of his mouth framing her nipple. His hands, still cupping and pushing her up, don't move.

But... hm. Another tube of lipstick lifts with his telekinesis, floating between them, as he lifts his gaze up to meet hers.]

Would you like to try?

[To reapply. On him.]

........ oops

[velluminous]

[ um, duh. or should we say-- ]

Da.

[ she takes the tube in eager hands and uncaps it, revealing a deep berry shade. not too purple, not too dark. it will be perfect. ]

Lift up.

IT'S FINE no one look

[vecna]

[It could be the most hideous color in existence, and Henry would not care.

Raises himself up slightly as asked, head tilted at an upwards angle, lips parting...]

Like this?

😳

[velluminous]

Just like that.

[ the steady drum of her heartbeat in his palm. she leans forward, into his cupping, and brings the tube to Henry's lips. gently drags the pigment from the corner of his mouth to the cupid's bow. then, from the other side... gliding over the plumpness of his bottom lip will come next. ]

[vecna]

[A delicate and practiced touch, more confident than the experimental, curious way he applied color to her lips. It warms him; he's aware of the sensation, just as he is of her heartbeat. And, when he wiggles his fingers just because he can, the way her breasts move under his ministrations is just as pleasurable.

Hopefully not enough to distract her, though.]

[velluminous]

[ low, ] Behave, now.

[ a little more, and he's done. looking downright theatrical in such a dark tone, but she isn't concerned hardly at all about that anymore. ]

There.

[ now to blot. ]

[vecna]

[He is behaving! Don't worry, he will blot generously. :)

Presses his lips together. What a strange feeling when it's been properly applied to himself, not just smeared secondhand.]

Mmn, how do I look?

[velluminous]

You look... good.

[ just "good". no other word for it. cleans up a smudge at the bow of his lips with her pinky finger... ]

You will look even better soon.

[vecna]

[Just "good" will have to do for now; not that looking good or bad would change how Henry quirks his lips, letting her wipe away a smudge when he's clearly about to make an even bigger mess soon.]

I think that praise is better saved for you.

[He gently lifts one of her breasts higher—the one previously untended to—and lowers himself and kisses the uppermost crest of where it rises.]

Wearing proof of me kissing you all over [to reuse their verbiage] suits you well.

[velluminous]

[ she'd be wriggling if that didn't mean displacing him. her tail picks up the slack, writhing delightfully where it drapes over the side of the bed. when he pulls away, even if only by centimetres, she tries to spy the smear he leaves behind. ]

This is my favourite colour.

[vecna]

Is it?

[Oh, she’ll have plenty of room to admire it as he eases back to look at the lipstick tube itself, as though to commit to memory.]

To actually wear, you mean?

[velluminous]

Yes. It looks good with my complexion.

[vecna]

Really? I’d love to see that for myself.

[Excuse enough to lean in and place a generous kiss on her lips. No matter if she’s already “wearing” another color. Just one more to layer on.

Pulls back when he’s done, and—]

You’re right. It’s beautiful on you, too. But I’m biased.

[velluminous]

[ oh, he's got her number. eyes closed, lips parted when he draws away, and in her chest, a drumbeat that could drown out armies. how incredibly trite. and how incredibly effective. ]

I told you.

[vecna]

We’ll have to hold onto that one.

[The lipstick, he means, though at this point they might just hold onto every color, because why not?]

Now where were we? [Nuzzles into her neck, and he thinks he can feel her pulse there. Murmurs—] Would you like to lie down?

[velluminous]

[ FLOPS BACK WITH A SLOW, LOW LAUGH ]

I would.