DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[vecna]

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

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[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?

[vecna]

[Ohh, that makes a warmth wind through him, like a little zap of electricity snaking through the torpor of the post-orgasm haze. He presses his hips against her again — or at least makes the effort of movement, given they can't possibly get any closer.

And yes, copies! Sort of. His long finger simply nudges downward and gently circles her rim, shameless as always.]

I can't help it if that's what you do to me sometimes.

[velluminous]

[ sharp inhale, ah. ]

You are like little boy begging for what he wants.

[ bit by bit, she is being caged between Henry's body and the couch. another grinding press that only kisses her folds against him; another stark reminder of their joining, and the warmth gathering between them like a blanket.

what if she copies him, now? having to strain to reach, but the nudge then of her blunted claw tip. she toys with his pucker once, then those slow circles. again, her heart is getting faster. it appeals to touch one another the same way. ]

"Please touch me, Ms Vaux"...

[vecna]

[And she does like it when he begs, doesn't she?]

Please, Ms Vaux...

[And he will always, always oblige. The way she touches him is warming, and he knows himself well enough that if she continues in that manner, his cock will not take terribly long to stiffen inside of her again. But for now, the lazy, slow circles are a strange, lurid comfort. He wonders if it is the same for her, as he parts her again, a little wider, with those large hands of his. Plays at her hole in a similarly languid way, wondering if she'll twitch beneath his touch.]

I'd do anything for you to touch me like you're doing now.