DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[vecna]

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

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[velluminous]

[ a deep gasp, then, as air comes back to her. her hips stutter and squirm even as Henry hilts himself and goes still—tiny movements, but uncontrolled and hitching, jerking. ]

Mammon...

[vecna]

[And even those tiny movements are like lightning running through his raw nerves, given to overstimulation so soon after orgasm. He finds himself still over her, but bracing himself against the couch with both palms this time, and a shudder immediately wracks his body.

God.

Stupidly, hazy and addled, even though it's not the first time he's seen her practically flood like that:]

Are you okay?

[velluminous]

Mmmmn ...

[ the tremors fade. she lays her cheek (hot, flushed) on the back of one of his hands. ]

Hhah.

[vecna]

[It’s not an affirmative, but Henry suspects she’d not hesitate to let him know if she were displeased.]

Hm.

[He doesn’t want to pull out just yet, even if his cock is softening inside of her. She’s snug and perfect, and he can feel the way he’s beginning to seep out. Lucidity, however, slowly seeps back in.

(They should have put a towel down, he thinks.)]

Don’t tell me you’re too worn out for kisses, now.

[velluminous]

[ good, because she does not want to move yet, either. her body feels like an electric current just beneath the skin. uncomfortably humming. prickling.

all that forcefulness, drained away as quickly as he'd came. is that all it takes? is that how it will always be? ]

You are like flipping pages in book.

[vecna]

[He doesn’t quite cotton onto her meaning.]

What…?

[velluminous]

One moment such intense maelstrom, then soft, as though it were never anything different.

[vecna]

[Is this... a complaint?]

Is that the side of me you want to see for longer, Sprezzatura?

[Controlling? Covering her mouth, holding the sounds she likes so much back? Fucking her like an animal, no care for her own pleasure?

A part of him... doubts it.]

[velluminous]

I mean... what makes this change?

[ because she bit him? but why? he hadn't seemed that way as a boy. ]

Maybe it is not mattering right now.

[ an exhale, a sigh. she slips her hand over to hold his, still beneath her cheek. ]

[vecna]

[Why? He hasn't thought about it that much, really, but the truth is that he's a wildly different person now than he was when he was an anxious, awkward teen. There is a streak in him that's dark and unkind — the part that wants to claw out of him, enticed by violence. Seeking the control that he's always been denied. And the sting of pain amid pleasure? The warmth of his own blood (or someone else's)? How can that not harken back to these darker impulses?]

It's exciting. ...A threat that isn't really a threat, or pain that doesn't cross a line.

[Those darker pulses, but manifested in an Acceptable Way. And intimately, with the person he loves the most. What's not to like?

...Her touch is so warm. He should pull out of her, but he wouldn't mind staying like this a bit longer.]

But if you don't like it, you can tell me.

[velluminous]

[ secretly... she likes that he hasn't pulled out yet. in some ways it's more connective to remain one after the moment of pleasure has passed.

murmured, ] My spanking.

[ her thumb drifts along the edge of his hand. ]

You are myriad surprises.

[vecna]

Mm-hm.

[Her spanking. A good example of these predilections, but one she could tell him she didn’t enjoy frames as punishment.

She can’t see it, but she can likely hear the small smile in his voice.]

Can’t have you getting bored of me.

[velluminous]

[ yes... she can hear it. ]

Have I ever seemed so? You are new to me every day.

[vecna]

[Oh. Hearing that pleases him, warms him.]

No. You don’t seem like it at all. I’m just kidding.

[He turns his hand over to give hers a squeeze.]

[velluminous]

[ some of her tension shifts; she moves her weight back, into his hips, onto his softening length, and nuzzles his hand. ]

I did not hate this.

[vecna]

[The mess they’ve made cannot help but eke out even more when she moves like that, but these are the only times when Henry Creel couldn’t care less. His fingertips brush against her horns.]

No? Good. I meant it when I said we should do it again next time.

[velluminous]

[ she stays like that and wills him to continue, too. ]

I want to be completely full next time.

[vecna]

[Then that earns her some very gentle, very loving, and maybe a little tickly, stroking of her horns. Soft.]

Easy.

[He's so confident.]

[velluminous]

[ ohhhh. perfectly still, so he doesn't stop ]

... I made mess.

[vecna]

[He won't stop.]

We did. [His portion of the, ah, "mess" will make itself known soon enough. Actually-]

Should I grab us something to clean up with?

[velluminous]

Why? [ selfishly she wants him to remain inside her, too. it never feels that he stays for long enough. ] I use magic.

[vecna]

I always forget you can do that.

[On account of everything else being so messy-]

[velluminous]

Should it not be your dream I so simply clean up whatever I wish?

[vecna]

[wow how dare you intuit his bracket text]

I never said that, did I?

[velluminous]

But you are forgetting I can?