DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[vecna]

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

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[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...

[vecna]

[Connected. A feeling that he is more than happy to cultivate, the very thing he yearns for the most. The void she fills; of course he'll do the same.]

Always.

[And forever.

Nibble-kisses her earlobe. :) ]

[velluminous]

[ and that's a squirm, too, for good measure. all the way through her belly and exhibiting in actual motion, too. she gasps and turns her face blindly towards his mouth, lips already parted, to seek her promised kissing. more. more like that.

her hands drift down and grip his backside, which is already bared to the room, but the way she takes each cheek in hand is much more reminiscent of how Henry was holding her earlier. ]

[vecna]

[She can grip and cup his backside as much as she likes. In fact, it urges Henry to press his weight a little more against her, his hips especially, as though to seam them permanently together in that way she likes so much. Connected.

He meets her lips with his own, eager and curved with a smile. Mouth already slotting open to meet her tongue.

This feeling, right now, is nothing short of pure content.]

[velluminous]

[ it is, isn't it...?

these kisses are slow and seeking, not urgent. a little tongue, now and then, sliding along his lower lip and beneath his own, tasting salt and saliva and bringing it back into her own mouth. Sprezzatura peeks beneath her lashes, exhales, closes her eyes again. maybe kneads just so. one kiss ends and into the next. ]

[vecna]

[Kisses that take their time, that are in no hurry to connect with the next. Henry revels in each one, tilting his head to angle each one deeper, but not hastily. A soft exhale through his nose, perfectly happy.

He could go a lifetime of kissing her, and it still would never feel like enough. One hand trails up, cups at the back of her neck, long fingers slipping into her hair.]

[velluminous]

M-Mmmmn...

[ shivery approval—goosebumps on her nape. she pulls from the kiss with a wet sound, pecks his bottom lip, turns her face, sinks in again. it could be said this is her favorite part of any intimate encounter. it's when she feels most wanted.

softly against Henry's mouth: ] Don't change anything...

[ her own hands abandon him to fumble through her blouse buttons instead. there are so many. ]

[vecna]

[So many buttons, as if she means to torture him. He murmurs, too, against her mouth, as he continues to provide her with the kisses she loves so much. Soft, pliant, warm.]

But you're going to tempt me to.

[To kiss her chest instead if she manages to get her blouse open. booba]

[velluminous]

[ snorts, inelegantly, as she gets the bulk enough undone to start pulling the panels open. ]

You are like little babe, how desperately you long to be at my breast.