DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[vecna]

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

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[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?

[velluminous]

[ Henry presses warmly into her belly. she parts her lips for a sigh and flutters her eyelids closed a moment later when he fills his hands with her. hard little nipples poke into his palms. ]

That feels so nice... [ and she can touch, too: molding both hands to the exact curve of each of Henry's thighs. down, down to his knees... and up so high that her thumbs brush the tender inner skin where leg meets groin. ] Da...

[vecna]

[Oh, she knows that's a sensitive swath of skin for Henry. Prone to making him shiver hard in the wake of an orgasm; right now, a little tremble up his spine, pleasurable.

He palms her for a moment longer, as though it would be a shame not to feel her pert nipples rub against his skin.]

Mm.

[One hand eventually abandons her chest and glides up her neck, up her jaw, two fingers nudging against her bottom lip.]

Tease me a little, too. Show my fingers what your mouth is capable of.

[As though he doesn't already know, but isn't it nice to reaffirm?]

[velluminous]

[ it is. Sprezzatura's lashes lower, a sultry gaze as she tips her face back and parts her lips for him. her pulse throbs in her neck—and beneath her breast. she blots the wet pad of her tongue forward at his request, dampens his fingertips, feels out the shape of them, the taste of them, and she sighs as she does so. ]

Press my horns down.

[ not with his hands-hands, but... you know. ]

[vecna]

[Oh, yes, he knows. He takes a moment to enjoy the sensation of her tongue feeling out the shape of his fingers before he complies — a pressure pushes both horns down, hands that aren't really hands. Firm, present. That sense of control that he likes so much.]

Oh, does someone miss the tentacles already?

[He teases.]

[velluminous]

[ secure. the shadow of the vein in her throat pulses once, hard, and Sprezzatura pauses from lipping indulgently at his fingers. ]

What are you saying?

[vecna]

[Treading the careful line in-between teasing and "teasing too much that she stops nipping at his fingers" is a skill.]

I just think you like being held secure more than you realize.

[velluminous]

[ and it's a very fine line, too. ]

Of course I like it. It means you are wanting me just as I am.

[vecna]

[And doesn’t he balance it well? (Maybe.)]

That’s all the time, Sprezzatura. But I’m more than happy to make you feel held close.

[Or held down.]

[velluminous]

[ smiling like that... he feels quite smug about himself. a sharpness to his eyes she likes very much, but that she knows she ought to be wary of, too. Henry Creel with plans in mind. ]

Mmh.

[ a non-answer as she curls her hand around his wrist and brings his fingers closer, that her tongue can probe between them deeper. ]

[vecna]

[Henry Creel who gently wheedles into what he wants. Is killing with kindness not a legitimate strategy?]

Make you feel safe.

[Yes, he can conflate held down, tied up, held secure... with safe, surely. He allows her to draw his fingers in closer, wiggles them only slightly to feel them more prevalently move against her winding tongue.]

And yes, wanted. Dearly.

[velluminous]

[ another sound, this time with some warmth coming into her cheeks. safe, is that what this is? safe?

closes her lips around him, lashes heavy. a little squirm beneath him. yes, she likes the feeling of being weighed down. let's not read too much into that development.

instead, the heat of her mouth and the wet of it, too, as she licks and sucks and lets go again with a pop. ]

[vecna]

[He might read a little into that development, noting how soon the request comes after he had his way with her with his vines in mindscape, but he'll not ruin the moment by mentioning it. It's just... remembered for later.

He pulls his fingers out slowly, too, to feel that tender drag, until they're free with a wet pop, and Henry smiles down at her fondly. His body feels like tendrils of heat, unfolding along every limb. She's always so, so beautiful.]

There. Good girl. [Brings his glistening finger to his own mouth for a taste.] Is that enough of a warm-up for you?

[velluminous]

[ good girl is a tingle down her spine. she'll never tell how earnestly.

wriggling underneath him may come as a hint, though. ]

No.

[vecna]

[A pretty big hint, that.]

No?

[And so he wiggles on top of her in turn, just to incline himself forward, closer, two long fingers nudging at her bottom lip again.]

Then have your fill for now.

[velluminous]

[ she smiles a wide, sly smile before curling her tongue around both fingers and pulling them slowly into her mouth again. can she help enjoying the way he looks at her when she does this for him?

and even beyond that—she likes the suggestion of it. wet fingers filling a warm hole. smoothing her hands up and down his arm, feeling out every swell and divot. ]

[vecna]

[The way he looks at her — adulating, yes, but also a bit like an animal in heat. His practiced restraint likely the only thing keeping him from sitting on her face right now, or seeing if she’d be amenable to him simply fucking that mouth instead.

But no. This will more than do, that sucking heat along his two fingers, collecting moisture where his skin meets her lips a second time. He allows his other hand, now, to drift low and pinch at a nipple. A little reward.]

The talent you have with that mouth of yours, Sprezzatura. It’s hard to think of anything else.

[velluminous]

[ earning compliments now, is she? the apples of her cheeks rise and indicate a smile. and when he tweaks her nipple, they rise again. higher this time.

why, yes, it is a talent. the perfect warmth and the perfect softness. experimentally, Sprezzatura curves her tail up between her own thighs and wriggles it up between his. that soft tufted tip tickles against his balls and inside thighs. ]