DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[vecna]

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

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[vecna]

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.

[vecna]

[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.

[vecna]

[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.

[vecna]

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

[velluminous]

Saying this, but are you doing this?

[vecna]

[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.]

[velluminous]

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

[vecna]

[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.]

[velluminous]

[ 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. ]

[vecna]

[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.]

[velluminous]

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...

[vecna]

[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.]

[velluminous]

[ and yet her body goes delightfully tense at the pull. a little tauter, a little anticipatory... and then he releases and the spot throbs once before soothing. he remembered not to mark—

she hikes one leg up along the outside of his thigh. the way he rucks into her: getting warmer. ]

Da. Da... all of you... [ one hand on his spine drifts around forward and pushes at his navel. just enough room to roll over onto her side and hike one leg up. ] Come, lay with me.

[vecna]

[Getting warmer, a slickness at the tip of his cock already smearing both of them between. He wants to keep kissing her neck—threatening little marks that'll never come into fruition—but Henry finds himself turned over on his side, lying next to her.

They're granted a bit more room between like this, though inches at most. His blond hair falls across his forehead as he looks at her.]

Don't tell me you still want to nap.

[velluminous]

[ like this, she can cradle one hand behind his neck, nuzzle close enough that their lips brush when she speaks. ]

If I do...?

[ she doesn't. ]

[vecna]

[And this time, when his arm drapes over her, his hand drifts to her tail. He wants to feel it for real, to stroke its length slowly. It seems to get her worked up.]

Then I’m going to have to try even harder to keep you awake. [Nips playfully at her lips.] Hm?

[velluminous]

[ mmh. he does know when to be clever about it. a blooming pleasure begins in her back, just where her tail meets her body, and seems to spread slowly outward. the sun on a warm day. like that.

she curls her hand at his elbow, thumbing the skin.

murmured, ] Sit on my face.

[vecna]

[A tinge of both satisfaction and thrill pings in him; oh yes, napping is definitely no longer in the cards between them now. He strokes down her tail, then halts, rubbing little circles with his thumb at its base.]

So you can drive me crazy with that tongue of yours again?

[velluminous]

[ she's starting to wriggle while he strokes her; moving her hips against nothing, flexing her toes. ]

I think I should verify reality is matching to our fantasy. Make me eat you out, Henry. Don't you like idea of that?

[ the power. his weight on her, thighs framing her. the way he'll twitch under the press of her tongue. the way she'll get to work him up incrementally more and more and more, until he's so stiff that the idea of stopping nearly hurts, and he's so hungry for it that he'll fuck her, grind her, into dust. a nap still sounds lovely. they will collapse beautifully into it... once they're both sated. ]

[vecna]

[Oh, he'd have to be utterly dead inside not to like the idea of it. Her tongue working him up in any capacity, anywhere on his body, plays through his mind, too, in tandem with her own imaginings.

The weight of him atop her, driving him mad until he can't stand it anymore, until he's too impatient to do anything except fuck her straight to his climax. Yes, they're on the same page.]

Sprezzatura. In what reality would I say "no"?

[He's already attempting to prop himself up on one elbow, eager. Little squeeze at the base of her tail again.]

[velluminous]

There may be one.

[ that reality must exist, somewhere. a Henry too tired, or a she too grumpy, or a reality where they never fell into one another at all. but that is not this world.

onto her back as before. she loops her tail over his arm. ]

Tease me.

[vecna]

[Too tired, too grumpy. Honestly, that's not terribly far from the reality of this world, too, on days when this place tests them the most. But it doesn't apply to now, and Henry's eagerness is at its baseline: i.e. very willing.

It's with that same willingness that he sits up properly, his erection straining between his legs, and moves to straddle her. His weight settles down just above her hips, which is clearly not where one wants to be when facesitting, but... she did request him to tease first and foremost.

Palms down, just like they had been before when he had been massaging the knots out of her back, but now... they simply reach down and grasp at her breasts, push them together, knead that soft fat so gently with the undulating movement of his own fingertips.]

Work my way slowly, slowly up?