DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[vecna]

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

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[velluminous]

[ she's had his love for longer than he's had hers. it's the truth, no matter how ugly. truly, madly, deeply, and finally equalled. when he bites, she groans. the pinch is a heat that slowly grows and begins to ache as her body classifies it.

pain. pleasure. the intersection of the two is not one she's often sought. ]

Gently, Henry—...

[ a rushy warning turning into a little shuddering exhale. ahh. that feels... poignant. ]

[vecna]

[He had always planned to be gentle. To be slow. Let her brain experience the feeling in an almost languid enough way to classify it without rush. So, as he tugs up, eventually he lets go — presenting her with relief, his saliva cooling on her skin.]

Mm-hm.

[As he then immediately shifts over to give her other nipple the exact same treatment. :) ]

[velluminous]

[ the second time, what blooms with the ache and the heat is a smooth, slow pleasure. a little burst of it right between his teeth, another spreading down her back and pooling between her legs.

if he glances up, she's watching him with an intense look. flushed spots high in her cheeks. there is a throb in her nipple, but only once or twice now that he's released it; all the pain is focused in the one he's biting. and the pain itself... so sharp, so gradual, that her brain barely conceives out it as pain at all. ]

[vecna]

[Oh, yes. He's glancing up, all right, and he knows that's the look of someone absolutely parsing what they're feeling for the first time. Henry would suspect that it isn't... a bad thing, or else she may have told him to stop by now. That, too, makes a little jump of thrill course down his spine, warming.

A slow tug, holding it there just for a moment longer, then a sudden release. A twitch in the bend of his smile.]

Again?

[velluminous]

[ no, not saying "stop", but there is a hesitation before her reply. the way she jumps and hitches her breath slightly in a gasp when he lets go and gravity pulls her breast from between his teeth. he's getting that ... look ... again. the one that makes her head swim.

adjusts her fingers in the hair at the back of his head. ]

Keep going. Da...

[vecna]

[That look of thinly-veiled delight? The eagerness? Maybe.

The same nipple this time. Dipping down lower to snag it between his teeth, a little pinch. No pull, not yet, his tongue swirling over that nub he’s caught. Secondhand pleasure thrums through him, distant for now.]

Mmm.

[velluminous]

[ pleasure thrumming in Sprezzatura, too, as though it were lightning passing into her from where they connect. that sharpness again like a needle, blurring into achy heat. it pools at the join of her legs; Henry continues to keep her warm.

she's decided. it does hurt. but it feels nice enough, that play of kissing and tugging and Henry's pretty, soft sounds. ]

Do not "mmn".

[ do "mmn". ]

[vecna]

[And because, as discussed, we all know he is a gremlin-]

Mmn?

[He tugs up again now, releasing just short of pulling taut, enjoying the sight of her breast falling back into place with gravity. Her nipples are already faintly swollen with his efforts, with is just as nice to look it.]

You prefer me to be silent and obedient? [Henry can be one but not the other.]

[velluminous]

Oh, yes.

[ pulls her shoulders back, straightens up to push her breasts higher for him. a glance down—checking. yes, swollen already. ]

My obedient puppy. [ is that weird to say? it's weird to say. but she can't unsay it; it's out in the world now. so, more stilted now, but with this desperate attempt at being sly, or wry, or seductive, ] W. Woof.

[vecna]

[h, help

The juxtaposition of her looking so proud and beautiful, always so enticing to him, only to say... "woof."

His shoulders shudder in a laugh that's being pressed down for the sake of her pride, but he cannot, for the life of him, banish how amused he looks.]

Bark bark.

[I'M SORRY]

[velluminous]

[ omg ] Stop!

[vecna]

[lmao,]

What? I'm your... [omg] ...obedient little puppy.

[velluminous]

Pretend I do not say that.

[vecna]

[He scents blood in the water.] Why? If that's the part you want me to play...

[velluminous]

Go back to biting!

[vecna]

[sorry just let him have one more]

Like a dog with a bone?

[velluminous]

You do not even have bone right now! You are soft!

[vecna]

For now. Just give me a little longer.

[He says as he dips down and nips again at another nipple. The same.]

[velluminous]

[ ouch! she jumps this time, not having anticipated it, and the heat and the pinch more poignant for its surprise. ]

Ah—!

[vecna]

[Heheh. He gives her a wide, bright, pleased smile—utterly sincere—and merely kisses that same swollen nipple again, plush and wet and almost apologizing.]

No good?

[velluminous]

N-No.

[ what a smile! as though he is an angel. as though butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. she exhales hard through her nose, boarish, and grabs his head in both her hands and pulls him to her breast and holds him there. ]

Keep going.

[ buzzing between the legs ]

[vecna]

[He’s utterly beatific and innocent and has never done anything wrong in his entire life. Look at how easily she bullies him, forcing his head down low with the intent to make him kiss or nibble or bite again. Somehow, she’s turning the dynamic on its head again, like she always does.

But he’s happy to oblige. Again, the press of his teeth, the lave of his tongue soon after. The faint pinch, which will certainly cause her a dull, throbbing ache when performed in repetition.]

It isn’t so bad, is it? The pain. I can feel you pulsing between your legs.

[Can he actually? Irrelevant.]

[velluminous]

[ she can see, now and again, a glimpse of nipple between his lips, a flash of tongue as it soothes the purpling bud. his smile persisting through it. ]

That is called heart— [ a gaspy breath ] heartbeat.

[ from his nape, down his neck, the curve of that gorgeous spine beneath his collar. she skips her fingers past the red smear of her bite; feels... shameful. even if he'd roared to life from it.

does she... like the pain? there's not a straightforward answer. more than anything, she likes dropping treats like this into Henry's lap. ]

Squish them.

[vecna]

[He needn't feel ashamed by the blood she's drawn; the "wound" is so minute that it's already clotted, the remnants of that same blood turned a copper-red and dried in a little patch over each puncture point. He's proud to sport a mark that'll last for a bit longer, proof of her desire for him. Even if such an act of passionate violence had been instinctive rather than intentional.]

So bossy.

[Nothing new. Yes, he still wears his smile, and he provides her breast another brief reprieve as he pulls away—again, with teeth gently dragging—and breathes out, both hands gathering up her bosom and squishing, just as asked. Sooo much cleavage.]

[velluminous]

[ no reason for him to be in her head, yet he is. and she likes that, in a way—another layer of connective tissue. this time, the relief is consummate; she shudders whole-body at the tug and fall, the exhale, the squeeze. ]

Are these your favourite part of me?