DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[vecna]

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

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[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 ]

[vecna]

[That’s a yes if he’s ever heard it. Henry rises, nipping at her lips once beforehand, and looks down at her with pupils blown wide.

The grip on her horns, though…]

Do you still want to feel held down?

[velluminous]

[ he really does look like an animal in heat. her cunt throbs happily in anticipation of what's to come of it. ]

I think so. Yes.

[ held secure and in place, nestled into the divots of his body, given only the room to lick and kiss, as though her sole purpose were nothing other. she has to admit, she has begun to see the appeal in it. it's begun to warm her. ]

[vecna]

[Good. He likes the feeling, too, of course, or else he'd not have suggested using his vines with the not-so-subtle delivery of his sketchbook. (Which seems like an age ago at this point.)

So, that grip remains, even as he eases himself up in a few-inches-hover above her, easing forward. Just enough of a delay between to ask-]

Anywhere else?

[The invisible touch glides around her wrists. Her ankles? It even tickles at her tail.]

[velluminous]

[ wrists and ankles bound, legs spread, tail lain flat on the mattress, and her face buried in him... well, that's appealing, too. as though she's little more but a tool of his pleasure, set up just as he wants and forced to stay that way.

the vein beneath her jaw ticks. hard to breathe. ]

Sit first. Face foot of bed.

[ little quaver of unsteadiness to her delivery, overtaking the tired languid drawl. she splays her fingers low on his belly, gentle touches, at least until he turns around. ]

I like exposure. [ her mirror can attest to that. ] Feeling... displayed.

[vecna]

[The audience he conjured up in his mindscape can attest to that, too. A part of him doesn't want to turn away from her, but he supposes more of her will be displayed to him if he does turn; besides, easier that way, isn't it?

He hums, lingers just a moment more, feeling her hands move. Realizing that maybe he won't bind those so she can still feel him. His back, or his hips. That roving touch—

Well, as she said. Sit first.]

Spread, then? [He could easily do that with her ankles. Either way, Henry shuffles to turn around, facing the other direction.]

[velluminous]

[ as he turns, she lays her hands palm-up on either side of her. then, he's facing away, and she curves them to the shape of his thighs bracketing her torso. have to touch him, be touching him. it is the pinnacle of their intimacy that their hands are never empty (except when she refuses to hold his hand). ]

Mmh. Maybe. Or simply... [ bends her knees, bringing them towards him ] up?

[ cranes her head up to try and place a kiss on his buttock, even before he's seated himself down. ]

[vecna]

[She read his mind. She keeps touching him, and it's enough to make him shiver despite the heat rolling off his body. Little goosebumps form along the hill of his shoulders, and they probably trail down his arms, too.

She can enjoy the view for a moment, then.]

Up... you go.

[Telekinetic powers lift up her bent legs, propping them up just high enough that she can't manage it on her own, but not so high that she's uncomfortable. Meanwhile, he takes the opportunity to pin her tail down with those same powers. :) ]

[velluminous]

[ legs up! tail down. Henry's backside close to her face and the pleasing line of his back and pebbled arms behind that. she—laughs, actually? ]

Oh. [ yes, this feels exposed. ] Arch your back. I love look of it.

[ watching his muscles move beneath the skin, and how they tense, and the curve from backside to shoulders when he's presenting himself for appraisal... ]