[ when Henry moans, Sprezzatura moans. perhaps it's mawkish, but she cannot help it; the quality of his voice paired with the rarity of the sound sends a lightning bolt of heat through her. and another, then again. he's bowed forward on the bed already, before she's even truly begun her work. incredible.
gorgeous.
with a little satisfied grunt and a small wriggle of her hips, she hilts herself. ]
There: all of me.
[ using the term loosely. she drapes down across his back and lays her cheek upon his shoulder blade. ]
[For a man who has never been fucked like this before, it feels like nearly too much. Even that little wiggle, when she's snug inside of him, seems to move his very insides.
The warmth of her body, spread against his back, ironically makes him shiver. Pleasantly.
[Oh, he feels it, all right. So foreign a feeling that it seems more amplified than it really is, like his insides are making way for the glass cock shifting inside of him.
He loves her dearly, of course, and appreciates her in equal measure. But that appreciation is rising as he tries to imagine how it might feel to take more. His Sprezzatura is so undeniably... talented.]
she sinks down against his back with a sudden exhale, a heavy sigh, so that their warmed skin presses together and her breath tickles his nape. arms around from behind: wrapping his waist. she is all over him, so small yet so encompassing. that's what she hopes. ]
[Practically enveloped by her. Henry could stay like this forever, Sprezzatura completely encompassing him despite her small frame. It's a comfort, makes his heart beat harder, having nothing to do with the hard glass seated inside of him.
But he breathes out, warm. Straightens himself on his elbows, ever so slightly; not pushing against her body, but simply a gesture of effort.]
I am ready...
[He never said he wanted to pause, despite himself. He pushes his backside... backwards, for what little leeway there is, but even that small millimeter change of position, sinking inside of him, almost wrenches free another groan from his mouth.]
[ such a small movement. practically nothing changes, but she knows for him, it will feel monumental. she hums into the back of his neck; moves both hands to brace in the blankets on either side of him.
she wants... a deep and vulgar fucking. something that will render him the mewling thing he chafes against. ]
So, then—lift your hips.
[ present himself to her, who is already hilted and piggybacking on him. ]
[Oh, well, if that’s what she wants… then she will unravel him before this is all over, and he will be mewling out her name both prettily and pathetically. After all, it already feels so affected that he breathes out steadily even as she adjusts. As though to brace himself for more to come.
And he… listens, obediently. Lowers his head down again as he gently hitches his hips upwards, angling. Presenting, yes, even if she is already inside — which must at least give her a nicer view.]
[ given her bodily drape so close to him she may as well be second skin, the view is irrelevant. it is more the... knowing which does her. he will tilt and angle and spread because she tells him to, and there's no questioning. Henry Creel simply does. it is as though his pride simply disappears.
and yet the brand remains. there on his inner wrist, visible when she glances aside beneath her lashes. ]
Good...
[ as his hindquarters lift and she lifts in turn, having hugged herself to him like she has. she wriggles in place so that once more the length moves in him. her hands, meanwhile, gather up in the sheets. ah. he won't be very easy to take, will he? he's so... tall. ]
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gorgeous.
with a little satisfied grunt and a small wriggle of her hips, she hilts herself. ]
There: all of me.
[ using the term loosely. she drapes down across his back and lays her cheek upon his shoulder blade. ]
It is not so much, hm?
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The warmth of her body, spread against his back, ironically makes him shiver. Pleasantly.
Muffled against the sheets.]
It's a lot.
[But it's not bad. He doesn't dislike it.]
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I take more than this when you do me. You will not tear in two.
[ wriggles again. she wants him to feel it, that hilted length moving inside. ]
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He loves her dearly, of course, and appreciates her in equal measure. But that appreciation is rising as he tries to imagine how it might feel to take more. His Sprezzatura is so undeniably... talented.]
Then help me... feel used to it.
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she sinks down against his back with a sudden exhale, a heavy sigh, so that their warmed skin presses together and her breath tickles his nape. arms around from behind: wrapping his waist. she is all over him, so small yet so encompassing. that's what she hopes. ]
You move when you are ready.
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But he breathes out, warm. Straightens himself on his elbows, ever so slightly; not pushing against her body, but simply a gesture of effort.]
I am ready...
[He never said he wanted to pause, despite himself. He pushes his backside... backwards, for what little leeway there is, but even that small millimeter change of position, sinking inside of him, almost wrenches free another groan from his mouth.]
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she wants... a deep and vulgar fucking. something that will render him the mewling thing he chafes against. ]
So, then—lift your hips.
[ present himself to her, who is already hilted and piggybacking on him. ]
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And he… listens, obediently. Lowers his head down again as he gently hitches his hips upwards, angling. Presenting, yes, even if she is already inside — which must at least give her a nicer view.]
ignore the blood my paid ran out
and yet the brand remains. there on his inner wrist, visible when she glances aside beneath her lashes. ]
Good...
[ as his hindquarters lift and she lifts in turn, having hugged herself to him like she has. she wriggles in place so that once more the length moves in him. her hands, meanwhile, gather up in the sheets. ah. he won't be very easy to take, will he? he's so... tall. ]