DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[vecna]

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

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[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.

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[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.

[velluminous]

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

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

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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. ]

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[ !!

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.

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[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...

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[EhehehHEH intensifies in his mind.]

What is it?

[velluminous]

Do something!

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[Slips a second finger in to feel the glide and stretch, knowing full well she probably means the facesitting.]

Aren't I?

[velluminous]

[ she does! but she also means between her legs, where his slender fingers ease in with a satisfying, pretty, slick sound. her toes curl, uncurl. she cannot flex or even move her legs like this, hoisted back and held in place as they are, and all at once that sense of exposure floods in. ]

Mmghghh.

[ SMACK SMACK SMACK ]

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[DON'T YOU LIKE THE EXPOSURE, SPREZZATURA

His backside will just have to take a beating for a few moments more, jolting a little bit each time, but the ever-present bite of a sting keeps him motivated. At this angle, he can see where his fingers meet her cunt, but most of the experience is the sensorial wetness that surrounds them. He spreads his fingers inside of her, then, to feel her stretch-

His other hand rests on her inner thigh, as if to keep her spread open.]

Well, do you like it- [A-ah, his rear. She hits with vigor.] -or don't you?

[velluminous]

[ of course she likes it. the protest is part of the play. Sprezzatura Vaux can hardly act if she can't act indignant, writhing beneath him as if she hates the little pleasures.

her lips petal around his fingers, soft and flushed and shining deep in between. ]

I am wanting more!

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[And Henry can't ever turn down the chance to tease as much as he can get away with. He wiggles his fingers inside of her, slides them out, wet and gratuitously, then slips them back in again. Leans forward even more, his backside on full display, the length of his erection laying flat against her.]

Don't you still want me to sit on your face?