DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[vecna]

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

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[velluminous]

[ her tail instantly leashes around his wrist and pulls it up. spanking as punishment is not enjoyable. ]

Do not. Little miscreant.

[vecna]

[Wrist deftly caught.]

Come now. You know I’m just playing with you.

[velluminous]

Missssscreant.

[vecna]

One who loves you more than anything.

[✨]

[velluminous]

Touch me. Nicely.

[vecna]

[Wiggles his wrist caught in her tail.]

If you let me go… I will, I promise.

[velluminous]

You have two hands.

[vecna]

Really?

[Is she going to hold his wrist prisoner? Not his left hand of Vecna—]

Fine. [The hand still clutching her backside spreads wide, feeling the curve of her with more intention than before. Gentle presses of his fingertips here and there.] Nicely.

[velluminous]

[ it is nice. in response, the coil of her tail ripples around his wrist. a slight flexing of muscle beneath his palm.

as ever, she is overcome by the urge to... kiss. leans in, wantingly. ]

[vecna]

[As though he would ever deny her, knowing how much she loves to kiss. She leans in, and he does the same, pulled in by her gravity.

Henry's hand kneads her backside gently, a little thoughtlessly. His main focus is slotting his lips with hers, kissing her warmly.]

[velluminous]

[ all the tension of the day seems to ramp out of her, though her face still pinches up in the kissing. a furrowed brow, as if in concentration. if she could always be like this, held and wanted, resting close against Henry's body, all his warmth, all his life, that feeling of companionship that comes from touch... maybe she would be happier, come her time to leave this life.

she really does think that.

as the kissing goes on, never quite deepening, she threads one hand behind his nape. the other traces his jaw. holds it. ]

[vecna]

[If he took the effort to peer into her thoughts, he’d declare that she’s overthinking it. But maybe only the ghost of those notions brush past his mind, too busy kissing her to note otherwise.

The same gentle kisses; her touch framing his jaw. He hums satisfaction and a question both — more? His hand squeezes at her rear. His other is still kept prisoner.]

[velluminous]

[ an inhale, a sigh. still frowning in her brows, but she sinks into him, folding her arm around his shoulders. a firmer touch.

she loves when he holds her like this. her own value has never felt so keen as when Henry Creel melts into her this way, all soft sounds in his soft voice. hands that are gentle and intelligent, the way he has memorized how she likes to be touched. her answer is, at first, that sigh through her nose. Sprezzatura arches so that her backside pushes into his palm. then her tail unwinds, freeing him for the other cheek.

murmured, barely above a whisper, between those languid kisses, ] If you find my panties, I will give you treat.

[ she's not letting this go. ]

[vecna]

[As if he'd not want to play this game.

In fact, nearly as soon as her tail uncurls from his wrist, that same hand drifts down on finds it perch on her opposite cheek, feeling with twice as much enthusiasm as though to make up for what it had been missing. He does have the curve of her memorized at this point, yes, though that hardly makes it less compelling to explore her ad infintum.

But she teases him, and he smiles, kissing and murmuring.]

What kind of treat?

[velluminous]

Anything you are wanting.

[ and how her nerves flutter. they practically sing wherever he touches them. Sprezzatura shivers and hitches her breath over and over as Henry palms her, pressing her cheek to the side of his neck for a moment. ah. mn. her trousers feel too tight between her legs. ]

[vecna]

[She gives him clearance, then, to rest his chin on her shoulder, as if he could cast his gaze down and see the way he palms her backside. He can't very well, but he can try.]

Oh? Don't overpromise, Ms Vaux.

[Her trousers might feel a little bit higher now, because Henry attempts to slip his fingers down the band. Skin-on-skin touch. And most likely no sign of those panties on entry.]

[velluminous]

[ she's small enough he might be able to glimpse enough... especially with how she seams herself against him, as if trying to sinks into him, when he dips his fingers beneath.

not very far, though. her trousers have a high waist and it sits snug around her. there's very little leeway for a wayward hand without opening the buttons. her spine tingles.

no sign of those panties she speaks of. ]

Your mind went somewhere, hmmm?

[vecna]

[Just enough to glimpse at how his fingers can’t quite slide down as much as he’d like, the waistband too snug to offer much more clearance.]

Somewhere very obscene, yes. You always drag my thoughts there.

[Moves one hand to slip between them and work at the fastenings of her trousers instead.]

Is that a problem?

[velluminous]

[ her voice hitches at his throat as she answers: ] Where has it gone?

[vecna]

[With that teasing amusement of his that she should know so well.] To places that would definitely wake up the rest of our little family.

[velluminous]

Don't tease me if we cannot do it.

[vecna]

Oh, but we could... if you think you could be quiet.

[By now, he's properly undone the front of her trousers, and one hand snakes around to the back to properly slip in and feel at the curve of a cheek. Squeezes.]

[velluminous]

[ her skin is feverishly warm, as though their time outdoors has put her body into overdrive. she slumps against his shoulder at the squeeze, a little sigh. it is so much better to be skin on skin ]

I hate being quiet.

[vecna]

[She is almost always untenably warm to Henry. Good thing affection and happy associations make it actually tenable instead.]

How come?

[velluminous]

I want how I am feeling to be known and heard. So much of my life I am told be quiet, girl.