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[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. ]

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[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.]

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[ 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.

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[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?

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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 ]

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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.]

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Do you feel I do not permit this often enough?

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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?

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Close, connected. Happy.

[velluminous]

[ oh.

does she make it a little too much about the sex? denying him touch unless it leads to her bed? she flushes, cuts her gaze downward. slides her arms down and loops them around his back, instead. ]

Any amount which is making you feel this is way is normal amount.

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[He isn't trying to make her feel guilty — only to let her know that he likes moments like these between them. He's been so bereft of anything like it for what feels like forever.

Lowers his head, resting his chin on her.]

Hm. I like this as a new normal.

[velluminous]

[ thumbs move, brush over him ]

Me, too.

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[Feels nice. His smile hasn’t faded from his expression.]

Does that mean I get to kiss you more often?

[velluminous]

As often as you like.

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As often as I like? Careful. I’ll take advantage of that.

[velluminous]

Saying this, but are you doing this?

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[A laugh, light, with the rise of his chest just enough to jostle them both slightly. Doesn’t matter — she’s right. With such permission given, why waste his breath with words?

So, urging himself just faintly forward, he parts his lips and kisses her, seeking to ensnare her bottom lip the same way she did with him.]

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[ ah. then she'll take the top. one hand creeps up to the arch of his spine and holds there. ]

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[He's not going anywhere. Maybe the arch of his back becomes more acute, just for a moment, pressing into her, but he remains snug and his attention fully focused on their kiss.

He runs his tongue along the line of her bottom lip caught between his, sucking gently, as she takes his top. That invisible touch of his slides up and down her tail, thoughtlessly. He could do this forever.]

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[ so could she. well... maybe. that incessant attention to her tail has a steady heat building in her thighs and up her back. it starts to ache everywhere skin touches skin—which is nearly everywhere. she exhales hard into his mouth and a low, rough, plaintive sound follows suit. nails press into his back. give her more. ]

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[Ah, that pleasant sting. He sucks a bit more diligently along her lower lip, giving it the same attention as she did with his, squirming a little on top of her.

She’s always warm. But now she feels as though that heat is simmering everywhere he touches. Henry pulls back, tugging her lip gently with him, releasing only when he speaks.]

Getting warmer.

[A plush kiss on her neck, instead.]

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Can I help this?

[ as a tiefling, she runs so hot already. a little more intent, and it becomes a blaze. her eyes flutter shut, she turns her neck, and leans into the kiss while her hands rove his spine. up, down. up, down. up... ]

You feel so nice...

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[The feeling is very mutual. He trails one, two kisses lower down the line of her neck when she adjusts for him — the last one lingers, sucking just enough to threaten to leave a mark without quite doing so. He knows she dislikes that.]

All of me?

[Shifts his hips a little to remind her of his erection pulsing between them.]