DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[vecna]

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

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[velluminous]

[ yes, it would be that. it is his way; the only way Henry knows how. but doesn't it remain that it's also true?

sighing, she straightens, pulls away from that slow stroke of her horn, and leans back into his shape. ]

There is hole you fill in it.

[ and he would leave a hole if he were to ever depart from it. ]

[vecna]

[Words like that, and how can Henry possibly resist moving both arms down to wrap around her middle? Even if it means he practically seams against her, sitting slightly more up like this, then isn’t that just fitting for the conversation at hand?]

And mine, with you.

[Without her, all he has is darkness, hatred, and loneliness. Without her, his heart is full to brimming with insidious things, yet her lack would still leave him hollow. He knows this.]

So don’t ever go anywhere, okay?

[velluminous]

[ ahh. with a growing, audible smile, ] Never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever.

[vecna]

[With every reassurance, Henry’s heart both strains and swells. There is nothing more that a man like him could hope to hear.

He sounds almost giddy from the notion, his keen smile clear in his words.]

Good. Because you’re stuck with me, too.

[velluminous]

Stuck in me.

[vecna]

[omg] Dirty girl. Yes, that, too.

[velluminous]

You are equally bad! You simply don't say it out loud.

[vecna]

That’s not true. I never had thoughts like that until I met you.

[This does not completely negate her point.]

[velluminous]

Yet you were clearly capable.

[vecna]

You bring out my most- [Squeezes her in a hug tighter, playfully.] -profane, what can I say?

[velluminous]

[ mm, but this certainly feels interesting.

again, softly, as she melts into every point of contact: ] Say less...

[vecna]

[Close, and still very intimate.]

And… do more?

[velluminous]

[ hmmm. ]

Who said that?

[vecna]

I can read your mind. [He didn't.]

[velluminous]

Aha.

[ humouring him with an exhaling smile. unbidden, the thought of nearly every single time he has "done more" floating across—lipstick kisses and blood on his chin; tentacles in the greenhouse; a sketchbook in his lap. and then... the long nights together, wrapped in his arms. watching the stars. walking arm in arm through the South Ward. his presence warming the room even when they do not talk. he does do a lot for her... and it escapes her how to adequately show her gratitude. ]

Help me turn over.

[ without separating. ]

[vecna]

[She needn't. Her presence is more than enough — he could ask for nothing else, be grateful for nothing else. He loves her so much that it will destroy him if he ever loses that love, and so what more could she give him, than to simply be with him?]

You mean like this? [Still connected.] You'll have to hike up a thigh.

[He will, though, do as asked. Both hands on her hips for now, turning her to the side.]

[velluminous]

[ thigh: hiked. ]

Can you not do all of this for me? Lazy boy.

[vecna]

I thought you only liked to be manhandled while I'm fucking you.

[Cheeky. He's joking.

But up goes her high, which means he can carefully arrange her with both hands and powers until she's turned and now facing him. A bit of a perilous task, since he's now properly soft inside of her, but they remain connected.]

[velluminous]

You are still fucking me.

[ other thigh up, a sense of compression and bending, wriggling in the confined space between sofa back and Henry's body. once she's over, she hugs her legs on either side of his hips, all that rucked fabric bunched just below her, and wraps her arms around.

a slow, warm squeeze. a sigh. she moves her lower body to gently squish herself against him. ]

Mmhh.

[vecna]

[That's a technicality, but he'll not argue the point. Instead, he luxuriates in the feeling of her nearness, the hug of both her arms and legs. Henry barely has to do much else, himself, other than wrap his arms around her middle once more.]

I guess that's true. Are you going to try to keep me inside of you until I'm hard again?

[Henry presses a kiss against the side of her neck, willing to keep his promise.]

[velluminous]

You do not have to. [ as she, too, puts her mouth to his neck. over that wound, congealed crimson pearls that dissolve under her tongue. a thoughtful sort of kiss. maybe the ghost of a sting, but the force of earlier is absent. ] Is it not pleasant for you to remain this way?

[vecna]

[It stings, but only ever so slightly. More than anything else, the kiss is… soothing.]

I want to. It’s not a complaint, Sprezzatura. Of course it’s pleasant.

[velluminous]

[ wriggles her hips again—yes, soft inside of her but still inside. still pleasant. a little tingle, a damp kiss to his navel. ]

[vecna]

[Soft, but very much still inside. The way she shifts and wiggles is a bit adorable, as though making certain he hasn't gone anywhere.]

You really enjoy it like this, don't you?

[velluminous]

Yes.

[ and she wiggles again to confirm it. she can feel him there, that presence at her opening, even if he doesn't fill her out inside at this point. there is the erotic even in this, and beyond that... there is comfort.

flexing her fingers at his clothed back... ]

Connected...