DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[vecna]

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

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[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?

[vecna]

[This feels like a trap]

...I just don't see you use it very much, I guess.

[velluminous]

Hmmm.

[vecna]

[🥲????

Stokes her horns more. Tries to save his own ass:]

I love you and your messes. Especially this kind.

[velluminous]

[ huffs a little sigh, coddled to some extent. when she moves her hands, there's the sense of coolness in the air, a stirring, and then that dampness drying on his thighs and his trousers and the sofa, too—it dissipates entirely. ]

All clean.

[vecna]

[Just like that, all clean.

Except... he can't help himself. He straightens slightly and eases back, to watch himself only partially exit from her. Surely there's still a mess from that...?]

[velluminous]

[ alas. all clean. ]

Leaving me now, are you?

[vecna]

[No view for him to enjoy :( ]

No. I don't have to just yet.

[He's not as hard as before, of course, but still not so flaccid that he can't simply return to his previous position, sliding back into her. She seems to prefer that for now.]

But if you want those kisses...

[velluminous]

I should have to let you go.

[ no view to enjoy nor proof of his wickedness. she turns her cheek a little more to try to see him, even couched behind her. ]

Do you not feel it, also? This intimacy.