DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[vecna]

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

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[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.

[velluminous]

[ all of it is a comfort. the soft plead in his voice, coaxing. the heat of him lain so close against and over her. his hands cupping her, gently, and spreading her, and that fingertip roving against her, little strokes and pauses and dragging touch. she remains so relaxed that she doesn't twitch, but instead shivers intermittently, and her long exhales, too. ]

I like this.

[ her finger changes tempo: up and down, back and forth, curling at the end of each stroke so that her nail teases at slipping inside... only to slip away instead. ohh. her face feels warmer than usual. ]

[vecna]

Me too.

[Close, touching, loving in both lewd and affectionate ways. This feels like the consummate example of their relationship at its core.

She doesn't twitch, but the shiver is just as compelling. It seems to relax her—meanwhile, his own heart beats harder in his chest at her teasing touch, playing at slipping inside but never quite—and he wonders if she'll end up just dozing off in his arms.]

Even if you're always such a tease.

[velluminous]

[ nnnn... she does want more than this. it gnaws at the edges of her contentment: growing heat, suffusing outward; her heart, drumming against her ribcage; an urge deep inside her, all mixed up in her, to possess Henry Creel like never before. she may be able to stand not coming better than he, but she's still Speezzatura Vaux. she wants to feel it. ]

Hmm.

[ bends her finger, dips that nail just inside. and she wriggles it, gently, so he can feel that slight intrusion. feel the hint of fulfillment, as it were. but no deeper. no oil. ]

Everything I want is in bedroom...

[vecna]

[Ohh, when that nail nudges in, even a little, he straightens his back again. Expected or otherwise, the sensation is still titillating.

Henry doesn't quite mirror the gesture with his own finger, but he does press down against her hole, as though he might tease at a slight entry himself.]

Aha... of course. Well. [Hm.] We can get dressed, gently shoo the mushrooms out into the living room, then retire to the bedroom and continue?

[velluminous]

[ now that's an idea ]

[vecna]

[He can read her mind without even having to.]

So, shall we?

[velluminous]

Ohh, I don't want you to leave me.

[vecna]

Sprezzatura… I’m going to have to pull out eventually.

[The fact that she wants to stay like this as long as possible really is endearing, though.]

It’s okay. It’s just for now.

[velluminous]

Why? You are having somewhere to be?

[ she does not want to disconnect. but she pushes at his shoulder: fine. ]

[vecna]

The bedroom with you.

[Pushed, he eases back. Seeks to slowly disconnect themselves.]

So we can properly do whatever you want.

[velluminous]

[ he always looks so pleased, a little mischievous. a long and slow exhale as he pulls from her—the sound damp but no longer obscene—and once he's free and she feels oddly empty once again, Sprezzatura reaches for the throw blanket on the arm of the couch. time to ensconce. ]

Hhm.

[vecna]

[Damp but no longer obscene. They'll have to fix that next time, since he likes obscene.

Easy enough for Henry to remove himself, then shuffle his pants back up to dress himself again as he stands. Smiles at her.]

Come on. [Offers hand?]

[velluminous]

[ hand... held. a soft little sigh, as she stands. there is always the risk that moving venues will diminish her desire. she holds into it, too, best she can. ]

[vecna]

[It's a short walk, anyway, and he looks at her like she's the most important thing in the world to him as they move to the bedroom, regardless of his mischievous nature.

Into the bedroom they go. The pillow-blanket-book fort is still standing, with the mushrooms presumably hidden away beneath, sleeping.]

Pretty impressive, right?

[velluminous]

[

... the sudden surge of not wanting to dismantle it, despite her instinct towards stress. those tomes ...! ]

Little builders, them.

[vecna]

[He practically feels that rolling off of her, and laughs lightly.]

Don't tell me you're changing your mind.

[velluminous]

[ ouuuugh ]

No! Stop laughing.

[vecna]

[ :) ]

Then wait for me on the bed for now, and I'll move them.

[velluminous]

...

... It is. Impressive.

[vecna]

[She's so cute.]

...It is, isn't it? But your books...

[velluminous]

[ herrrrr... books.

at his prompting, she makes a whiny sound and surges forward and begins to pluck them up by their poor, cracked spines. fuss, fuss, fuss. the blanket is, at best, draped over her shoulders. at worst, covering very little. ]

I am not even keeping this one in here!

[ HOW DID THEY GET IT ]

[vecna]

[omg]

Sprezzatura... you're going to wake them up.

[girl they're still asleep under there!! In fact, one of them stirs sleepily.]

[velluminous]

[ but her books!! ]

Take them, then.