finalflight | OPEN POST; [ HERLOCK SHOLMES / TGAA ]

[Not painful, no, but certainly firm. He’s so very easily manipulated right now, besides, and it’s with comparable ease that she urges his jaw open to take her breast back into his mouth. Her assuredness bolsters his own, and he reflects it by nursing at her with more fervor than before, his eyes shuttering closed as he nuzzles in.

His tongue outlines the stiffness of her nipple first, as though he needs to assess it anew, but the sucking sensation follows soon after. Harder, more ardently, like they both might make this hypothetical of hers a reality if this were a dream. Slow, steady, and heated.

…If this were a dream, it’d be the strangest he’s ever had, at least in comparison to the usual. But it’s one that he’d be more than happy to draw out as long as possible, and consider its meaning only after he awakens, so for now? He’ll indulge. He grinds his erection against her once more with what little room he has to work with, slightly moving her own frame in the interim, which in turn makes her rise and then sink on his fingers slightly.]

Mmn. [The lackadaisical curve of a smile can be heard and felt, both.]

[ if this were a dream... what would change? the choices are beyond her: all her focus has narrowed in on Sholmes' suckling mouth, his hand halfway inside her cunt. how hot he is between the thighs.

and all of that is too much to focus on. she can barely keep her languid mind together enough to pull her breast from him with a pop and set the other between his lips—what else is there? she does not need to come yet. his fingers can stay warm and cushioned exactly as they are. ]

I am going to put my tail...

[ around him. there it is, clumsily seeking entry past the open vee ]

[The sound is wet and messy when his lips depart from her breast, and he almost thinks to question it before she's offering him her other — his mouth seams around that as easily as the first time, as though it were made for nothing else.

The same amount of pressure and fervency, sucking at it. He, too, is languidly warm, and only cognizant enough to take action when his mind sharpens just enough to force it with effort, before letting it drift away yet again. But his reaction when he realizes her tail is snaking into the open vee of his trousers is thoughtless; all instinct, surprise and revelation at how talented that tail of hers must really be. (All of my characters will perish upon realization of this, apparently.)

And so-]

Mmmn!

[Definitely not a complaint. But absolutely a surprise, the feeling of it nudging in close already, where he aches the most. He sucks even harder for it, tongue dragging across her hardened nipple, nothing short of reactionary rather than intentional. His other hand well and truly cups at her, nestled in close.]

Perfect, yes?

[ for her, it absolutely is. she could melt into him and stay like this for hours, nothing more than his warm nursing and the sensation of Sholmes' breath fanning over her. even when compared to his fingers, she vastly prefers his mouth. it feels—nurturing. a moment of softness despite all the rest of her.

and as for her tail... well, she has to reach down and between and adjust his underclothes to account for it. but then she is free to feed a gentle, tense loop around him and cinch it snug at his base. a little lift onto her knees to gain the room. ]

Oh... Look at you.

[ she's peering down between them, barely able to see past her own bosom and the tight wending of both of their arms. ]

[And though he lifts his gaze upwards, he can hardly see her, either — not past the mussed tuft of blonde hair and the angled closeness of her body, even if she’s risen up just enough to afford her a slight view.

Her tail. By god. He is very aware of its warm pressure coiling around him once she ferrets past his underthings, and no doubt she can feel his pulse beating hard in his cock.

One more lewd, wet sound. Sholmes pulling away with a lingering suck, and just enough so he can nuzzle his face against her chest in reply.]

Do you like the view-? Hm?

[He can’t stay still, despite himself. She’s already teasing movement out of him, or at least the sorry attempts to do so. He arches, hips rucking up.]

No.

[ sincerely, but warmly. this is a terrible view, obscured by her body and their clothes, and she would like very much to have a better one.

still unsteady on her arms, she pushes up a little more. this pulls her away from his bosom-nuzzling, but gives her a little more of a vantage. enough to want more again. ]

Herlock... [ she wants to lay down and perhaps doze and drift while his fingers gently work inside her. but... in spite of that, she also wants: ] Undress for me. Let me look at this supple body of yours.

[She's right. It really is a terrible view.

One that's improved when she drifts back, his eyes still tracking her. His own lips glistening and a little swollen from the effort prior. Sholmes' heart does a little flutter in his chest; certainly no one's ever used that word to describe him before. Supple.

His gaze is admiring, taking on a somewhat owlish quality.]

Then we'll have to pull apart.

[Momentarily, anyway.]

[ oh, the greatest trial of all... to genuinely move. she huffs out a breath and does not adjust except to thumb gently along his bottom lip.

hrghhhhh... ]

I will if you will.

[It will indeed be an effort, and more so for her since she's on top and will be the one truly fighting gravity. Sholmes worries pleasantly at his bottom lip as soon as her thumb glances across it. He swallows, lips quirking ever so slightly.]

I'll undress for you completely if you do, yes.

Oh.

[ well, then. she wobbles up with tremendous effort, white-knuckling the back of the chaise as her legs tremble and her head spins. the music has stopped...

and then she thumps back onto her butt. her nightgown falls around his wrist, obscuring everything from him, and let's not pretend it's not a little painful to change positions so abruptly when there's a hand slipped up into her cunt. she winces, unfurling her tail from his cock just to tug his wrist free.

are you not bowled over by her seduction? ]

[Well. He’s not not seduced by her, inelegance or no. As much as she’s plopped back down on her butt, and her nightgown obscures all, there’s still the keen anticipation of more. The promise to undress. What she might wish to do with him after, once he’s borne his unclothed frame to her — and how might it compare to what she’s used to seeing?

But first… the removal of his fingers, sliding out with ease, cooling immediately in the open air of the flat and shining from her arousal. He languidly brings his hand up to the nearest light source—the wall lamp near the fireplace—and inspects what he sees.

Regardless of if her tail is still wrapped around his wrist or otherwise.]

Fascinating.

[ it remains wrapped, though only loosely. in fact, it slides down and hooks over his elbow as he raises his hand to the light. the skin glistens, but there is otherwise nothing of true note. it isn't as though a tiefling's slick is any different from someone else's. ]

Taste it.

[Of course not. (Well, not that he'd know.) But it's fascinating, all the same, in its newness to him.]

Oh?

[The request makes his heart skip a beat, but at this point, he can hardly flush any redder than he already is.]

What a lewd request.

[He says, while immediately bringing his fingers to his lips, then giving two of them a taste. Mouth seaming around both digits, tongue running along the bottom to taste her.]

[ he says that, then doesn't even try to be delicate! leans forward slightly as he obliges, fingers knotting in her nightgown. a little laugh. ]

You always have been bold.

[Sholmes often has the appearance of a gentleman, and will grow up to remain one in many ways; but he is, and always will be, more than ready to get his hands dirty.

Both literally and figuratively, in this case.

His fingers slip from his mouth.]

Because I have always been curious, I'm sure. [In his mind, one follows the other.]

[ and to shrive them clean again. she reaches out to cup a redenned cheek. needing to touch him at every turn, it seems. ]

It will serve you well.

[He practically melts into her touch, or at least it feels as if he does. In reality, he simply tilts his head into it and sighs an exhale.]

But no doubt it's a curiosity you share.

[A beat, as his mind struggles to hold onto the connection he was going to make.]

If you wonder about my body in a state of undress.

I already know your body. I just want to see it again.

And yet perhaps you are curious, at least, to the differences that the years have wrought upon it. Or not wrought upon it yet.

[Which is fair, because that's where his own mind would wander too. Lazily, he pulls back slightly and begins working at the buttons of waistcoat. Easy part first.]

[ she leans towards him again. magnetized, and, yes, eager. curious. she has memorized every scar, the curves of muscle over bone, and definitely what lay between his thighs.

with each button that slips the buttonhole, she... feels her stomach clench. there's little as handsome as a man slowly undressing.

kneads her nightgown, the chaise cushions. like an animal. ]

[It's flattering that she can look so eager while so drugged, and maybe that hastens Sholmes' touch, undoing the few buttons that keep his waistcoat snug against him. The garment loosens, and he tries to shrug it off with the same energy as a man whose arms were made of overcooked noodles. It certainly feels that way.]

You are so limp all over.

[ downward... glance... ]

Nearly all over.

[He'd be self-conscious about that remark if they weren't well, well beyond that point. Instead, it just earns her a puffed out "ha!", and with one final grand effort, he manages to wiggle out of his waistcoat.

It falls behind him, crumpling, discarded.]

I've hardly smoked enough to override... all of my faculties.

[Is he referring to his arousal? His keen ability to... remove his clothing? Yes.]

[ just like that, he seems nude to her already. a man without his waistcoat... she leans forward again, placing her mouth close enough to kiss at his jaw. which she does. pay no attention to how she fumbles on the cushions and nearly topples off, first. ]

You are so beautiful. [ kiss. kiss. nonsensical murmuring. kiss. kiss. her heart is going so sickeningly fast. ] Such good... clever... giving... man. I am so glad you do not throw me away. You believe me... Want me...

[He will absolutely pay attention to how she nearly tumbles off first, thank you. Mostly in the way that he does his best to fling an arm out and around her to keep her steady - ultimately, it would have been too late, anyway, but it ends with him embracing her as she nears and kisses him. Murmuring pretty things to him all the while.]

Thrown you away...? [Because of how she looks, she must mean.] I'm no... no cad.

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for once being stuck with younger icons works out for me

hehe

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