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[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.]

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. ]

[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.]

[ 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 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?

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. ]

[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.]

[ 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. ]

[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?

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.

[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.

[ 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.

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?

Yes. It looks good with my complexion.

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.

[ 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.

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?

[ FLOPS BACK WITH A SLOW, LOW LAUGH ]

I would.

[IMMEDIATELY ON TOP OF HER, hands still diving into her open shirt, groping at her chest and pushing her bosom together to create that wonderful swell of cleavage.

To give it one more lingering kiss. Mwah. The perfect imprint of his lips there, as long as he keeps her pressed together.]

I can feel your heartbeat. Someone’s excited.

[ there's a thrill in the juvenile, isn't there? and she loves how she feels when he's crawling into her space and touching her, so that eager heartbeat quickens some more. fills her with this giddy, tingling sensation. she loves that, too! in her fingers and all beneath the surface of his skin wherever his hands and lips brush over.

arches her back lazily, hands up above her head as if she's stretching and nothing more. but really, she's enjoying the skin on skin, and the sight of her breasts becoming littered with kiss marks. ]

I want you very badly.

[There will always be a thrill in the juvenile for Henry, who never really got a chance to be juvenile in this way. All these feelings, repressed and uninterested before, now are spilling forward like a fount in her presence. It's exciting, giddying, and yes, juvenile in the best way.

The line of her, too, is always so appealing. That long plane of exposed skin and the soft but full mounds of her breasts on display, and the dark marks of lipstick already mottling the places where he loves to put his mouth the most. (Everywhere, but right now, her chest is amassing quite a collection.)

He trails his kisses lower, down through her cleavage, lifting her breasts just high enough to leave a few along their undersides. A rustle of sheets as he has to scoot down lower to tease his lips at her stomach, instead.]

How badly?

Very.

[ a whiny note. and she's not embarrassed by that, either. brings her legs up to bracket him as he moves lower, but, actually... don't go too far yet. she sinks her hands into his hair and tugs him back to her chest. ]

Will you be stern with me?

[He thinks of faux-pouting, but he can't even bring himself to pretend at being displeased as she draws him back up to her chest. Lowers himself so that his lips brush against her as he speaks, leaving messy smears across her bosom near a nipple.]

Oh? Are you thinking of misbehaving, Sprezzatura?

[Not that this changes his answer at all: yes.]

I always am impeccably behaved. I just want you to be.

[ don't make her think about it! ]

Impeccably behaved... [Hm, doubt. But in the fondest way possible.] Well. If you say so. I'll just make sure you stay that way.

[Props up on an elbow just long enough to gaze at her; to look her up and down, considering.]

Take your shirt off for me.

[Fully.]

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

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IT'S FINE no one look

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