DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[vecna]

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

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[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...

[vecna]

[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.

[velluminous]

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.

[vecna]

[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.

[vecna]

[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?

[velluminous]

Anywhere...

[ a sigh as she sinks against him. feels nice. the movement keeping the touch feeling "new". she doesn't particularly care where, so long as he's actually paying her some attention with it.

she tips her face and ghosts her kiss across the cut of his jaw. little nibble at the bone. ]

Where should I touch you?

[vecna]

Anywhere.

[He echoes back, both uselessly and utterly sincere. His hands are full of her—her backside, too, is a part of her he adores greatly, just like her said—and he palms her again and again as she kisses him warmly.]

Everywhere. I just want to feel you.

[velluminous]

[ she... reaches down and grabs his butt, too. both hands, cupping and parting to mirror him quite deliberately. over his shoulder, she watches for any sign of stirring mushrooms. ]

[vecna]

[Look at the two of them, butt-grabbers. He huffs with amusement, and maybe because he knows her, has an inkling of what she might be looking for when she peeks over his shoulder.]

They're still asleep.

[velluminous]

You can tell, can you.

[vecna]

Of course I can. Their little minds are easy to keep track of.

[velluminous]

That is rude.

[ squeezes a buttock a little meanly ]

[vecna]

[H-hey! Straightens his spine, squeezes her back in retaliation.]

How's it rude? Do you want them to walk in on us?

[velluminous]

Calling them little-minded! Of course I am not wanting them walking in!

[ a little growly, some embarrassment. she has to strain against him to reach still once he straightens himself out. pinpricking at the fat of his cheek, pulling herself snug to him with her handfuls as leverage. he's ripe for the teasing, but for some reason it's so rare that she feels she manages it, these days.

one finger strains to the side to fit snug between his buttocks. ]

[vecna]

[-!! Oh. That surprises him, too, but he doesn't straighten any farther; he can't, and not when she's glued herself to him like this. Feels nice.

He mirrors her gesture, cheekily. (Pun intended.) A long finger snug between her cheeks. And it's far from a strain from him.]

I don't mean it as an insult. But their thoughts are much simpler than ours.

[head empty mushrooms]

[velluminous]

[ mhh, copying her now? she stretches her wrist and tries to curve her fingertip down and between, tap! at his rim or very close to it. ]

You are thinking very simply right now, also, no?