DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

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

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[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.]

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[ 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.

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[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?

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[No reason, but it's effortless for Henry. It's normal.]

How am I supposed to pick? Though...

[Lifts her beasts higher, nuzzled against his chin, before lowering them again and dragging his tongue against a nipple.]

They're top three.

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[ HE CAN'T JUST SAY THAT ] And? What else?

[vecna]

[BUT HE DID THO...

Ditches the telepathy.]

Hm. Tail.

[velluminous]

Aaaand?

[vecna]

[Hmmms again.]

Physically only?

[velluminous]

Ohh, you are meaning each breast is top one and top two.

[vecna]

[Pfft. She's so funny, so petulant when he least expects it.]

No. The other thing would be hard to quantify.

[The very essence her. Heart, soul, mind, the thing he wants to subsume and become a part of himself, all of which mean so little compared to the physical.

But since that's likely not what she's fishing for.

His hands release her breasts to slide behind her and down. Cups her backside. Honk.]

This is nice, too.

[velluminous]

[ who would she be to complain of him touching her like that? not Sprezzatura. she sighs and melts slightly into the couch cushions.

but... still... she feels that he gave her a non-answer. ]

Tell me that other thing...

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[He gives her a playful squeeze, just because he can. Meanwhile, he thinks on how to describe what he means — she might just see it as overly maudlin.]

…I love the essence of you the most. Your passion and your knowledge, the way you speak your mind. The funny little quirks you have. The way you understand me unlike anyone else in this universe.

[The connection they have.]

[velluminous]

[ oh, Henry... far from maudlin. she looks at him with big, dark eyes. touches the side of his face with her claws.

she finds it hard to speak. ]

This is how I want to be wanted.

[vecna]

[Oh, Sprezzatura…

Henry leans into that touch. He offers her a tiny smile.]

That’s how I’ve always wanted you. The rest came after.

[velluminous]

I want you to covet me. Want to possess every part of me. You can do that, da?

[vecna]

I already do. [Covet her. Desire to possess every part of her out of a worrisomely deep love.] You've cast a spell over me.

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Oh, so very funny man.

[ wriggling so that her petalled lips smush against his groin again, a damp kiss. even hilted on his soft length. her fingers make gentle patterns on his back through his shirt. tantalizing. ]

I love you, you know? I love you. Play with me with your fingers, Mister Creel.

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[He's so, so pliable when she says those magic words. She knows it, he knows it. He'd do anything to hear it over and over and over.]

And I love you more than anything. ...Mm, you're already a little occupied between the legs, though, aren't you...?

[velluminous]

Hm. This is true.

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[Jokingly-] Should I remove myself?

real tag

[velluminous]

[vecna]

[Heh. Holds up a hand, wiggling long fingers.]

Then where would you like these instead?

[velluminous]

Anywhere. Mammon.

[vecna]

[He was already touching you before, Sprezzatura!!

But he pretends to think about it for a moment, before his hand once more returns to her backside where the other still cups the opposite cheek. Squeezes and spreads her, gently.]

Here?