DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[vecna]

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

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[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. ]

[vecna]

[Oh, okay. That does tickle enough to make him shiver, and in the middle of it, he tweezes her nipple again. A little harder. A little more of a tease than before.]

Hm, what are you doing?

[His telekinesis squeezes at the tuft of her tail and then trails down, quickly, too.]

[velluminous]

[ if it makes him pinch her more, she's going to keep on doing it. she sucks soft, then harder, and soft again, the wet length of her tongue stroking beneath Henry's fingertips.

palms curving to hold his arm at the elbow, wrist. she takes to the task of sucking his fingers as though it were through this that she would bring him utmost pleasure. and there, between his splayed legs, her tail teases at rubbing between his cheeks. ]

[vecna]

[Oh, yes, it will. A pinch, a roll between forefinger and thumb, and another tweeze in response to the pressure-suction pull of her mouth around his fingers. Wet, warm, and soft in there. Some of the best places he likes to be--

Ohhh, where is that tickle of her tail going? He rises up a few inches, just out of pleasant surprise, but of course his fingers aren't leaving her mouth until she's through with him.]

Sprezzatura. You tickle. [not a complaint]

[velluminous]

[ HE LIKES IT WARM ]

Mhhmm?

[ pulling off his fingers, she licks up their lengths instead, and slowly up his wrist. ]

And?

[vecna]

[Ohhh, he turns his wrist a little. Her tongue is so long it’s almost as if it can coil around him.]

So you get to tickle me but not the other way around?

[velluminous]

[ :T ]

I am not trying to tickle you.

[vecna]

[lol… she’s cute, as always]

No? What are you trying to do? To tease me? To get me impatient? I’m already there.

[velluminous]

To make your heart skip its beating! Mammon!

[ starting to wriggle under him again ]

[vecna]

[He feels giddy, playful. Affectionate — so, so deeply in love.]

You already do that without having to try.

[Ehe. Leans down, kisses her, messy and greedy. Then, murmured against her lips-]

I'm impatient, Sprezzatura. Let me feel your tongue now.

[velluminous]

[ in silent answer, she smiles against his mouth ]