DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[vecna]

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

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[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.]

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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.

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[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.]

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[ she closes her teeth a little more firmly when he tugs back. just enough to keep him there, worrying at plump flesh with her tongue. then she applies more suction, and more, and finally his lip snaps back as she releases it.

tongue out to soothe. she reels him in whether he's ready or not and plucks his bottom lip inside again. each breath fans into the space between them. ]

[vecna]

[She leaves his bottom lip a little red, a little swollen, from her attentions. Henry doesn’t mind it, probably doesn’t even notice, the pause after his lip snapping back only underlying the coolness of the room against saliva-slick skin.

He opens his mouth for a breath and to speak— Doesn’t matter. She brings him in again, and a low moan rumbles in his throat at she sucks at the kiss, and his lip, a second time.

Idly, without even real conscious effort, he slides a telekinetic touch from her cheeks to meet at the base of her tail, squeezing, then trailing slowly down its length.]

[velluminous]

[ her tail—yes. thank Mammon for his fascination with it and its rewards. the limb flicks out from between them to rest on the mattress, all the better to play with.

answering moan into his mouth. the hook of her elbows holds him against her, and she lets go of this lip with another slick pop and parts her own, nudging close to tempt him inside. ]

[vecna]

[It's well-established that her tail remains fascinating to him, and therefore it'll never not be fun to play with; even with his powers, he can "feel" how long and alive and winding it is as he trails it up all the way to the tip, that cute little tuft at the end.

Meanwhile, his mouth is quite busy, his bottom lip spoiled by her until it's released again. His lips are shining and messy when he pulls back for breath, but moments like these are the rare occasions in which Henry welcomes a mess; and her invite is quickly taken advantage of when she welcomes him back in, and he kisses her just as untidily, his tongue slipping inside.

His thoughts, too-]

Hands all over.

[He hasn't forgotten. Once again, innumerable hands glide up her body as he tastes the inside of her mouth.]

[velluminous]

[ long, soothing strokes up and down her tail like this... maybe she likes it almost as much as being touched elsewhere. it feels warm, like being known, and her mouth curves against his, even tongue-kissing as they are.

this is the closest to being revered she will ever be and it is so much better than she imagined.

his tongue, warm. she closes her lips around it and sucks, again, in pulling back. slick and soft. ]

That's good.

[vecna]

[This is good, this is nice. He loves the taste of her kisses; wishes that his tongue were as long as hers to plumb every inch, but the way she sucks on his is just as good instead.

Hands fondling her bosom, powers stroking her tail, or fanning out across the planes of her body. He smiles down at her when he gets the chance, and though his cock strains between them, it isn’t currently at the forefront of his mind.]

Which part?

[velluminous]

Fishing for compliments.

[ and it is going to work, too. that exquisite squeeze in her belly that happens every time he smiles foretells it. she touches her lower lip with her fingertips and feels out the dips and swells as he's kissed them. ]

All of it is good.

[ the kissing in particular ]

[vecna]

Maybe a little.

[Fishing for compliments. But he loves to be praised by her, when sometimes it's so hard-won.

Tilts his head, leaning into her touch, as though every millimeter of it brings him some manner of comfort.]

I think my favorite is... anytime I get to feel close to you.

[And perhaps that does intersect with sex more often than not, but even in times like these, just kissing and feeling close— It's transcendent.]

[velluminous]

Do you feel I do not permit this often enough?

[vecna]

I don't know. I don't know what's "normal" anymore.

[She is unaware of irony in this statement.]

If you don't permit it enough, or if I'm asking for too much, too often. I can't tell — I just know that I like this, feeling this way with you.

[velluminous]

[ oh. ]

Which way?