DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[vecna]

(( when the sun sets, we're both the same ))

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[vecna]

No? [Not that it's any great loss to him; again, every option appeals.] And here I thought you liked all kind of attention given to your chest.

[velluminous]

Men thrusting between my breasts is not attention to them.

[vecna]

[Pft. He slides his hand up and down her thigh.]

You don't consider it a compliment? Someone brought to orgasm courtesy of one of your most attractive features?

[velluminous]

I think it is vulgar and little bit disrespectful. [ but, because it is him asking, ] I will think about it.

[vecna]

[He's flattered she'd even consider it; he's not trying to push the idea. Instead, give him a moment while he crawls forward to be atop of her properly, palms pressed into the mattress as he gazes downward.]

Want me to give them the usual "attention", instead?

[velluminous]

[ ah, her back. slipping her leg from his shoulder, some wriggling ]

I thought you wish to fuck me.

[vecna]

[She can wiggle all she likes. The bottom half of his body rests against her — which means it’s once more impossible to not feel the press of his erection, hot and ever so slightly twitching.]

Do we only have time for one?

[velluminous]

[ each twitch a little "hello". he must realize how powerful a feeling it is to know that no matter what, he is at her beck and call. in their minds it stretched on to a breaking point, such that she feels the lull of a tired mind, and yet out here, he wants her anew.]

You are refreshed, then?

[ touches her nails to his chin, his lip ]

[vecna]

[Out here, and his body only reminds him how it’s been neglected in favor of spoiling his mind. It’s like waking up from a very pleasant, very lurid dream… and realizing that physically, he’s still been left wanting.

That’s his excuse, anyway. It could be that, yes, he’s at her beck and call that easily. Under her thrall like she’s cast a spell on him. Love will do that; so will obsession.]

I’d say so. And it looks to me that you’re not so sleepy anymore.

[Finally, his touch moves to her belly, flat-palmed, and glides up.]

Right?

[velluminous]

Mm...

[ the muscle twitches beneath his fingers. his warmth and his weight and his stiffness—and now his soft voice tuned perfectly to coax at her; one thigh rises slightly and bumps against his hip.

even now she could sleep. simply put, Henry's own desire puts that to bed. ]

I want to feel all those hands on me.

[vecna]

[Indeed, he’s going to be the one shaving off hours of sleep between them.

As always, they feel like they perfectly fit together, the brush of her thigh against his hip sparking a tingle of excitement. Nothing as pleasurable as the way his length rests against her, snug between their bodies.]

Oh?

[His hand had a destination, to grope indolently at her chest, but that request…]

The kind like this, you mean?

[And there’s that invisible touch, picking up where he left off. Gliding up higher, faint feathery pressure, to squeeze and lift her left breast.]

[velluminous]

[ after she asked him not to poke her with it, too... what a disobedient boy. she closes her eyes as she shifts on the mattress, getting comfortable again, moving beneath all the places his body touches hers.

a hand at her breast—but his true hand still where he left it, warm on her ribs. with her eyes still closed, she nods, chews her lip. yes, those hidden touches. the palming and the sense of being so exposed to him, nothing unseen. ]

Da, like that. But... like your real fingers as well.

[ for example: her own hand cradling beneath her right breast and bringing it up high. there is enough soft, pleasant fat that she can turn her face down and tug the nipple into her own mouth. eyes still closed. a little sigh of warm relief. ]

[vecna]

[If she doesn't want him to poke her with it, then she should stop doing such obscene things for him to view. It isn't the first time he's watched her bring her own nipple into her mouth, but it will absolutely never fail to arouse — the way his cock pulses while seamed against her is proof of that, and easily felt.

He doesn't need to be asked twice. His hand continues its journey, then, raising up to cup her breast to take the place of his telekinesis. In his palm, she's generous and warm and soft, shifting easily as he kneads and gropes. Greedily, perhaps.]

After what we've already done? You'll give me another nosebleed.

[That's a faux complaint, clearly, because in the next moment, she will feel a retinue of those silent touches, all moving in tandem from her hips, up her sides, counting every rib bone, passing the curves of her breasts and tickling up her neck.

One pass, then a second. He's acclimating her — or just teasing.]

[velluminous]

Then I clean it up.

[ every time, it's a thrill. Henry Creel touching her and wanting her and all without an ounce of shyness.

a wet pop as she lets her nipple go and cranes her back back on the pillow. five, ten, a dozen hands roving up her body. the motions are so soothing that they nearly undo the heat of him squeezing her and twitching against her. her lashes flutter open to watch him from beneath. ]

[vecna]

[Aha, he's starting to think her licking clean his nosebleeds might be some manner of kink, Sprezzatura.]

Will you? Then I guess I have nothing to worry about.

[Indeed, his abilities currently may be similar to a muscle trying to relax after an intense workout, but Henry Creel will suffer a nosebleed or two to rove his telekinesis all over her body at her own request.

For a moment, though, he dips his head down to place a kiss against her left breast, the one he lifts dutifully with his hand, feeling its soft weight in his palm. He hums gentle satisfaction, losing himself in the reality of her presence — it feels no different than when she was in his mind, just as solid, but knowing that this moment is concrete adds a different layer of appreciation than before.

And then, those hands again. Instead of traveling up her body and playing with her chest (just yet), they slide beneath her thighs, up to her the curve of her backside—nevermind the press of the mattress beneath—and give a squeeze.]

[velluminous]

[ she likes the taste. the intimacy of licking it away when his mouth is so close he can't help but feel her breath. so sue her.

his cheek nestled up close to her breast. it's warm. she finds herself combing her fingers through the hair at his nape and holding him close there, too. the petting falters when his "hands" glide beneath her legs... then stills utterly. ]

What are you doing down there, mm?

[vecna]

[Unsurprisingly, his reply is murmured against her skin. Maybe surprisingly (or maybe not), said reply is simple and childish, curved with a smile-]

Squeezing your butt.

[velluminous]

Hm. Feels nice.

[vecna]

[Squeezes again, more enthusiastic than before, parting her cheeks slightly.]

Oh, is this where I should have massaged you instead?

[velluminous]

[ in answer she wriggles playfully. into his hands, under his body, his erection straining. ]

I am thinking you like touching it there just as much as my cunt.

[vecna]

[Another lift and squeeze. Every little movement feels good against his erection.]

Maybe I’m a little greedy when it comes to you. Is that so bad?

[velluminous]

No. I am feeling special.

... Thank you.

[ using her hand at his nape to tug him up. kiss? ]

[vecna]

[A thank you AND a request for a kiss? Absolutely zero chance that he'd even tease at denying her, so of course Henry allows himself to be tugged up; allowing only the smallest pause, just enough breadth for a warm, appreciative look, and meets his lips against hers.

His touch, the invisible ones, fondle and massage, but gently now. After all, he'd rather focus on the kiss while it lasts.]

[velluminous]

[ why not have it last... for a while? Sprezzatura sighs into his mouth and hooks both arms behind his neck, parts her lips, tingles from head to toe at the sensation of his mouth slotting with hers. ]

Mhhn.

[ his bottom lip. she bites it. pulls it into her mouth. sucks... slowly. ]

[vecna]

[It's far from surprising at this point; he knows very well how much Sprezzatura loves to kiss. He breathes into it, practically melts into it, his telekinesis briefly halting altogether in the act.

His other hand, then, will find its way to her chest, too, cupping her softness and in both palms as he moans a faint surprise from the sensation of his bottom lip pulling with her sucking kiss. Amused, he pulls back slowly — not to escape, but to feel that tug.]