DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[vecna]

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

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[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. ]

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[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... ]

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[Every laugh is a win. He does as he's told, arching his back, settling more into a sit against her body in doing so. Even with his lithe form, this kind of movement shows the working of his muscles in his lower back, the bones of his spine, and the flex of his shoulder blades poking out to accommodate the stretch.

The only bad thing about facing this way? He can't see her face.]

You like taking in the detail, too? Maybe you have an artist's eye and don't know it.

[velluminous]

[ those exact details, yes. greedily, she brings her palms to his backside, then reaches as far up his spine as she can, counting vertebrae beneath her fingers. she loves how it looks. ]

Back and spine are one of man's most beautiful features.

[vecna]

[And that makes him arch even minutely more; he's never had anyone touch his spine like that, and it feels good — but also a bit tickly.]

You think so? There is one downside, though; you can admire me, but I can't admire you.

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[ the tip of her tail flickering in agitated pleasure. ]

Once you are on my face I cannot see, either.

[vecna]

I'm not on your face just yet.

[Wiggles against her to underline this fact. But also to show off more of the spine she loves so much.]

[velluminous]

[ ouuuugh you ]

No, but you are in it.

[ she leans her head to one side so she can gaze up that pretty curved line. it's so lovely, the shadows playing in the divots. even the slow slip into backside and thigh—and everything between his legs, too.

lil spank. and another. ]

[vecna]

[ !!

He jolts a little, bouncing on top of her. He should have expected that; which makes him a loving fool that she always surprises him. The sting is faint, and... as always, not bad.]

Sprezzatura!

[velluminous]

[ SMEK ]

Da?

[vecna]

[kdkjf

Dips a hand down between her legs, so easy to access for now, in retaliation.]

I think someone's getting distracted.

[velluminous]

[ she is warm and damp down there, and she squeals when he touches her.

ANOTHER! SPANK! ]

You turn such pretty pink.

[vecna]

[That one properly stings, and if she hasn't already made his backside tinted pink, she has now. He actually lifts up a little in surprise, though that just means he can angle himself better to... slip a cheeky finger inside of her.]

And you're wet all over again.

[Was she ever not.]

[velluminous]

[ when he lifts up, the curve of his spine, the movement of the muscle... mmh. one hand dips between his legs and cups his balls—and more firmly when he tucks a finger inside.

yes, she is wet again. hot again. she pushes her raised legs against the invisible hands holding them back and open. liking the futility. or the struggle. ]

Would you prefer I be dry like desert?

[vecna]

[Held down quite firmly, her legs will feel the resistance of his telekinesis; the same with her tail, though he gives that enough leeway for its tip to flicker.

And oh, he just moans when she clenches around his balls, and it almost feels like a threat, except Henry rather enjoys it — in a playful way.

He crooks his finger inside of her.]

Oh, no. That’s not much of a compliment.

[velluminous]

[ squirms and squirms and squirms and squirms and squirms as much as she has leeway to ]

Henryyyyyyyyyyy...

[vecna]

[EhehehHEH intensifies in his mind.]

What is it?

[velluminous]

Do something!