[ as ever he is at her mercy, especially tonight, when his heart aches and he wants nothing more than to please her, to give her anything and everything she wants. so when she lifts his hand to her breast he is happy to oblige. the fabric of her tunic is so thin that he can feel the shape of her full breast so easily, the heat of her skin, the pressure of her body bearing down against his.
it's warm and wonderful and perfect. ]
Anything you want..
[ he murmurs against her mouth, while his free hand dips carefully beneath the hem of her tunic, his fingertips brushing the skin of her belly, slowly and gently, as if seeking permission. ]
[Perhaps it's entirely imagined, that spark she feels when his fingers brush lightly against bare skin, but her heart near skips a beat and she decides that she rather likes the idea that it isn't. She exhales softly against his lips between kisses, giving him a nod of encouragement. It's understandable that they would both have reason to hesitate, but her own are beginning to feel further and further away, driven off by how very soft and warm and inviting he is, how heartbreakingly earnest he has shown himself to be.]
Please.
[This time, it is a request, as much as it is granting him permission. When was the last one anyone had touched her this way? Such encounters feel so distant now, and even then, it hadn't been like this— soft and careful and yet thrilling, her pulse quickening as she finds herself eager to press forward, to sate her curiosity, and perhaps, more than that, offer one another comfort.
Her hand catches against the side of his face once more, thumb gliding gently against his cheek as she presses a soft kiss to his brow, then the bridge of his nose before finding his lips again, her own flushed and now fuller for their efforts.]
[ please, she pleads, and what is hythlodaeus to do but to give her everything she wants?
both hands now find her sides and slip beneath her tunic, the fabric rucking around his wrists as they move upwards. he explores her gently, slowly, his palms pressing to her skin, his long fingers counting each of her ribs with loving care before they circle around to her back, where he finds malms and malms of endless warm skin.
and all the while they kiss, some brief and fleeting, others lingering and deep, his tongue curling into her mouth to taste her, while his hands learn the shape of her, every knob of her spine, the slope of her shoulderblades, the dip of the small of her back. every touch is electric, and when at last his hands shift forward to cup her full breasts he feels himself stiffen more fully, almost painfully, his hips rocking upward again, the sweet friction lancing bolts of heat straight to his belly. she feels so good. she feels so similar, and yet so different, so new. ]
Amri..
[ he murmurs her name gently, reverently into their kiss, his body hot, skin too tight over his bones. ]
[Each press and stroke of his fingers sends a shiver through her, sends electricity dancing along her skin, each touch so careful as he slowly sets out to learn each dip and curve before he finally finds his way to her breasts between heated, increasingly needful kisses. The sound of her own name murmured against her lips causes her to moan wantonly against the perfect, soft curve of his mouth, and she smooths her hand over his chest and along the planes of his abdomen despite the fact that there is far too much clothing between them still.
Even so, that clothing leaves precious little to the imagination. His arousal had already been quite evident, and she has no doubt the heat of her own is much the same— she meets the upward rock of his hips by rolling her own downwards in a bid for more friction, her breath catching as she feels just how hard he is through that bothersome fabric, and the heat of desire pooling low in her own belly with a force that implies this wasn't so sudden a turn of events as she might have allowed herself to think.
Her fingers catch against his waistband, and much as he had only moments before, she pauses, searching to meet his gaze between kisses, her own pupils now wide and blown with want.]
[ as if she has to ask. as if she has to ever ask for anything. hythlodaeus smiles. ]
Yes. Please.
[ he's already so painfully hard for her, just the very idea of her hands on him sets his blood aflame.
but first, as her tunic is already rustled up around his hands, he gently nudges it higher, urging her to pull it off of her shoulders and away. he wants to see her as well as feel her, to learn every new shape of her with his sharp eyes, memorize every angle, find the differences between amri and persephone and burn them into his mind. ]
[She draws in a sharp breath, nodding in agreement as she sits up just enough to take hold of the rustled hem of her tunic with both hands to pull it over her head, her figure elongated over him and offering an unhindered view of her full breasts and toned abdomen as she tosses it aside, letting it pool into a pile on the floor— the where of it doesn't matter all that much to her at the moment, considering.
She bends down to kiss him again, hair cascading against his shoulder, several shades darker and a sharp contrast to his own, curling her tongue into his mouth to taste him thoroughly as her nimble fingers find their way to his waistband once more, breast pressing against his chest through his sleepshirt as she reaches with both hands to ease his pants down over his hips.
She takes hold of his arousal as she frees him, her touch delicate and experimental to start, tracing along its length and lightly running her fingers across the tip before she curls her fingers around it in full, gently pulling it through her grasp in a full stroke from base to tip, giving an affectionate squeeze as the swollen head passes through her hand. The heat of him and the undeniable show of wanting makes her ache, embers growing hotter in her belly and lower places.]
How is that?
[Different than he remembers, she's sure, but that's rather the point of this, isn't it? Learning something new about one another as they each decide what they want.]
[ for several moments, it is all he can do just to look at her, to take in the lovely shape of her body - her strong, toned muscle, her full breasts and the flare of her hips, her beautiful dark skin that goes on endlessly, flushed and warm beneath his touch.
she is not persephone. she is not persephone.
and yet the heart wants what it wants, and the body as well. as such, she will find him painfully hard when her fingers at last begin to touch him, and his cock jumps in her hand from the sudden contact. ]
It's -
[ he can hardly answer at first, for how his head falls back and his lips part in a shuddering exhale, his hips arching upward and into her touch, forcing his cock through the circle of her hand. her hand that feels so familiar, yet so very different, and yet so good all the same. hythlodaeus is a very sex friendly man, but there must still be some level of trust built, some level of personal intimacy, but they have achieved that so very quickly.. ]
[There is some part of her that wants to preen at just how transparent his gaze is; this is hardly her first encounter of this nature, but rare are the opportunities where sentiment has been so intimately involved, and to have someone who had confessed to loving who she once was gaze upon her in such a way—
For just a moment, she thinks her heart skips a beat, but rather than dwell on what feelings it might stir up, she quickly moves her attention elsewhere.
The fact that he can't answer her in full is absolutely a compliment, as is the way he thrusts into her hand. She tightens her grip as he passes through, offering more friction, more resistance, even as she drops her chin to press a series of soft, affectionate kisses along his jaw, teasing her thumb against the head of his cock and lightly tracing the ridge, curious as to what sort of sounds he might make— the kinds of things one can't help but wonder about with any new lover, and she proceeds to kiss her way down his throat as he tilts his head back and exposes it to her.
He is heart-stoppingly beautiful, something she has never found herself thinking about a man before, and the way he surrenders to her touch makes it impossible to ignore her own wanting— she shifts her weight and rolls her own hips forward to grind gently against his thigh as she lavishes attention on him, unwilling to pull away to undress fully if it means she might miss another achingly lovely exhale like the last.]
[ all at once hythlodaeus can't help but feel that they have far too much clothing on - and yet, where is this going? how far? what do they want? so far they seem to want everything, with no end in sight, but he cannot presume..
baby steps. baby steps, and if either of them choose to stop, then so be it.
yet for now he feels so hot he's liable to burn up, so hythlodaeus takes the hem of his shirt in his hands and tugs it upward and over his head as well, tossing it aside with amri's tunic, to be completely forgotten. cool air rushes against his too-hot skin, raising a wave of goosebumps.
and all at once her attentions are on him, her mouth on his throat which is oh so sensitive, her hand on his cock deft and skilled, drawing from him soft whines and low groans that threaten to undo him. he must lift a hand to his mouth, biting hard on his own knuckles to stem the tide of pleasure lest it overwhelm him too soon - it has been a very, very long time, after all. his free hand, however, roams down her soft, bare back to grasp at her rear, tugging her hips further against his thigh - he can feel the sweet, eager heat of her cunt through the oh so thin fabric of their pajama pants, and it drives a spike of heat into his gut. ]
[It's a fair question to consider, one Amri asks herself, as well— how far are they willing to go? That a single kiss had spiraled so far so quickly was overwhelming, in its way, but the sort that begged to be drowned in, surrendered to. Should either of them wish to alter course, all they need do is say so— but Amri can hardly imagine doing so, not now, not when the heat that has built between them is so insistent and he's biting down on his own knuckles to keep himself in line.
By the Twelve, that only makes her want him more.]
Too much?
[She slows her attentions only slightly as she looks up at him from where she'd been kissing along the curve of his neck, the question itself breathless, her expression flushed and sheepish. Twelve, the sounds he had made— at which point her own line of thought is swiftly interrupted by the movement of his hands, their grasp on her ass as he pulls her against him, his thigh pressing sweetly against the heat of her arousal and causing a surge of pleasure and yet more want to move through her.
She bites at her lower lip, stifling a whine of her own and responding in kind by allowing that grasp to encourage her, rolling her hips against him steadily— it won't be enough, not for long, but for now, it helps to dull the demanding ache between her legs as she looks down at him, flushed and perfect and so many things she had not realized she wanted.]
Please.
[There's a plaintive edge to her voice, more urgent than when she'd given him permission before.]
Touch me anywhere you want to.
[Honestly, he could do anything he damn well pleases with her, at this point— all she knows is she wants so much more of this, of him.]
[ too much? gods, no. what she's doing to him is incredible, she's working him into an absolute puddle on this bed, but he hardly needs to finish so soon. and then her voice is pleading so sweetly.. how can he deny her, when it's what he wants as well?
the angle is not perfect, but he's sure she will adjust for him as he brushes his knuckles down the sleek tendon in her neck and along the ridge of her collar, then down between her full breasts and toned abdomen. lower and lower still his knuckles drag until he reaches the soft dip of her hip, where his fingers unfurl and slip carefully beneath the waistband of her panties and smallclothes both, dipping between her thighs where she already craves him.
just the feel of her is enough to take his breath away, and hythlodaeus' hitches in a sharp inhale. ]
You feel..
[ so good. already she is so hot and sinfully slick, his fingers glide over her tender folds with ease, gathering moisture on his fingertips before the pads of his fingers rise to the warm bud of her clit, rolling in slow, gentle circles. his free hand, with knuckles still in his mouth, pulls free to sink into her dark violet hair, tugging gently at the roots while he studies her face, gauging her reaction. nothing matters more than pleasing her. ]
[She shifts to allow him to do what he will, his touch trailing down her body along curves and dips so gently that it softens the desperate edges of need, however slightly. His touch is careful and well-practiced; the moment it meets the heat of her core she feels as though all of her breath has been drawn out at once, swift and sudden, and she lets out a low and brazen moan against the slope of his jaw, a drawn and primal sound that he earns almost effortlessly.]
Don't stop...
[A wave of pleasure rolls through her, almost violently so; his touch is gentle and encouraging, soft against the slick of desperate need, the roll of his fingertips against her clit drawing forth a sharp gasp of air. Her eyelids slam shut, the strokes of his cock now becoming erratic as she loses herself in intense pleasure— has anyone ever taken the time to touch her in such a way? She honestly can't remember; if they had, it certainly had not been like this, the concentrated effort of one who knew full well what his touch was capable of. She feels the muscles of her abdomen twitch and tighten, moreso when his fingers lightly tug at her hair to draw her attention upwards, and when he meets her gaze, he'll find her wide-eyed and half gone, breath coming faster as she grinds her hips to move against his touch, to wordlessly beg him for more as she swallows deafly.
She could come exactly like this, and it would be far too soon, but it already feels a near thing.]
Hythlodaeus.
[A mouthful to moan, but how can she help but give credit where it's due?]
[ she reacts just as he hopes she would, just as he wanted her too, with beautiful, breathless noises and the roll of her hips down into his touch. it's been many, many long years since last he touched a woman like this, but it seems he has not forgotten how. it's muscle memory. especially with her.
but gods, he still wants more, he wants to give her everything, everything he can, everything he has, especially when she says his name so sweetly, riding on a shivering breath. ]
I want you..
[ he murmurs and, slipping his hand regrettably from her smallclothes, hythlodaeus uses both hands to grasp her hips and, with surprising strength, flip her over onto her back until he is over her. without hesitation he is dipping in again for a hot, needy kiss, his tongue curling into her mouth beside a low, wanting groan, but it lasts only moments before his mouth is moving down her throat, over the soft slope of her collar, down her breasts and stomach.. ]
[Gods, he is far too good at that— she swallows down what can only be described as a whimper as his touch pushes her higher, the movement of her hips now all but involuntary.]
I want you, too—
[The shift is sudden; she makes a small noise of protest at the pause in his attentions, but it's quickly apparent that he has something else in mind. She exhales slowly, surging into that needful kiss with just as much demand, spurred on by his grasp on her hips, eagerly parting his lips with her tongue to taste him once more.
It's beginning to feel as though she can't get enough of him, drunk on his attention, on his touch, and she sprawls on her back as he begins to kiss his way downwards, his lips moving down the fine column of her throat, and it isn't until he makes his way past her breasts and to her stomach that she realizes exactly what his intention is.
Oh. Her stomach tightens with anticipation, her heart lodging itself in her throat, and suddenly she feels trapped in what's left of her clothing. Pulse thundering in her veins, she reaches downwards to push her waistband down over her hips, eager to free herself, tangling one hand in his hair to steady herself when she realizes her fingers are near trembling.]
Are you...
[Are you sure? But gods, don't let him change his mind— she aches for him, every inch of her skin too hot and pulled too tight.]
[ her question begins, but his only answer is a smooth smile, before hythlodaeus is hooking his long fingers into the waistband of both her pants and smallclothes alike, catching them as she pushes them down, though he draws back to tug them entirely over her thighs and away, tossing them into the growing pile of clothing.
and now that she is entirely bare before him, hythlodaeus takes a moment simply to.. admire her. his gaze travels up her long legs and thighs, the flare of her hips, up her abdomen and over her breasts, and at last to her beautiful face, her hooded eyes, her parted lips. she's perfect.
but he sets back to his work soon enough, and lowers himself down once more, dragging his mouth along her lower belly. he teases her with kisses and touches, his palms gliding down the outsides of her thighs, his mouth along the insides, but he does not make her wait long.
his lips part, and hythlodaeus drags his tongue long and slow where she is so warm, so wet, and he can taste the dark salt of her cunt, new and unfamiliar. he is slow and attentive in his work, kissing and dragging his tongue, exhaling hotly against her, before at last he sees to the swollen bud of her clit, dragging his tongue gently against it, tracing its shape, waiting for her sweet reaction to guide him. ]
[She lets out a sigh of relief once the last of her clothes have been discarded, the cool kiss of air sharp against her skin, every touch, however faint, magnified tenfold by how badly she wants him, how deeply some part of her remembers him. It is, all at once, both foreign and familiar, and when she sees the way he stops to admire her, her breath catches in her throat. There's certainly lust in that bright gaze of his, but something else, as well, something else that makes her cheeks flush anew, and she bites at her lower lip as anticipation threatens to be too much, the soft silk of his hair slipping through her long, elegant fingers as he moves.
His lips drag along her abdomen and her muscles twitch beneath them, tense and wanting; she's already felt her belly become molten beneath his touch, and the wait itself threatens to be unbearable— but he is kind, and offers her reprieve, something she craves so desperately that the noise that first escapes her is choked, strained, the soft touch of his lips and expert stroke of his tongue unlike anything in her memory, and her free hand grasps for the bedclothes, clutching and twisting them beneath her fingers as her hips rock upwards against him, eager, and already she feels like she might come apart.]
By the Twelve...
[It feels as delightfully wicked as it does sweet, the heat of his breath triggering another flare of desire, and gods, he clearly knows exactly what he's doing—
His tongue finds where she craves him most and her back archs without warning, pressing her cunt against his mouth as her head is thrown back against the pillow, a sharp cry escaping her as she tugs sharply at the covers, her grip in his hair tightening.]
Hyth—
[She can't even finish his name, not before he wrenches another desperate cry out of her, one that fades into another short, choked noise of pleasure, dangerously close to an open sob.]
[ her reactions are as balm to his soul. truly, there is nothing hythlodaeus loves more than bringing pleasure to those he loves - and that pleasure may take many forms. she writhes beneath him, breathes his name in a voice gone so quiet and rough, and he can feel her body tightening with each lave of his tongue. she's sinfully slick, which makes it all the more easy for him to carefully, gently slide two long fingers into his body.
she yields to him so easily, wet as she is, and it is a simple matter to glide his long fingers fully into her body, feeling her tight around him.
gods, does it drive him wild - the scent of her, that wet heat, her taste, her sounds.. he's so painfully hard that the only relief he can find is in grinding his hips against the bed, but even that is hardly enough, for the clothing in the way. still, the friction staves off his frustration enough that he can focus fully on her, on her pleasure. ]
You're beautiful..
[ he murmurs against her, his tongue still circling her clit, lapping at her with more and more hunger as her desperation begins to soar, her fingers in his hair tightening painfully, though he loves he feel of it. his fingers curl in her body, seeking that sweet, tender spot just inside of her, searching for his mark. ]
[She may as well have done so on command, with how quickly everything comes to a head.
Though gentle, his attentions are unrelenting; she feels herself stretch pleasantly around his fingers, yielding without pause, feels the way each eager stroke of his tongue nudges her closer and closer to that blissful precipice. She has no words for him; he praises her even with his lips and tongue still hard at work and all she can do is moan, a low and wanton sound that rolls through her as surely as that building wave of overwhelming pleasure does.
Her knuckles have gone pale where she grips the blankets beneath them, one leg having found its way over his shoulder in a moment she has absolutely no memory of, and the very moment he finds his mark, she crumbles. The wave crests and tears a sharp cry from her throat without warning, a shudder ripping its way down the length of her spine as she loses herself entirely, and that cry dissolves into laughter, a desperate but joyful sound as she sinks into climax, the world pleasantly blurring at its edges as her breath comes short and sharp, her grip in his hair easing— though only slightly.]
That was—
[Incredible? There are no words, and if there were, she may not have breath enough to speak them, but even so, they are not finished. She releases her hold on the bedclothes and reaches for the hand at her hip, taking him by the wrist before lacing their fingers together.]
[ he rides it out with ease as she comes, her body twisting against the sheets, the pain in his scalp exquisite as her grip tightens - hythlodaeus closes his eyes to better appreciate it, the sounds of her sharp cries, the way her body tenses around his curled fingers..
this is why he does what he does. why he loves so attentively. nothing is better than the payoff of bringing his partner a perfectly blissful climax.
he lingers still, laving his tongue gently over her cunt until she is attempting to forcefully pull him away, at which point hythlodaeus lifts his head. his face is flushed, pupils blown, mouth wet - he's drunk on the taste of her, but he nevertheless obediently does as she asks, sliding up her body again until he is leaning over her, a smile blooming across his features. ]
I take it you enjoyed yourself?
[ even now, his fingers still move slowly, measuredly, in and out of her body. he can't bring himself to stop touching her. ]
[What a question. She laughs again, soft and incredulous, her fingers slipping from his hair, reaching to take his face between both hands so that she can pull him down into a heated kiss, ardent and needful as ever. She tastes herself on his lips, his tongue, and the sensation causes a pleasant twist in her belly, helped along by the slow and steady movements of his fingers as he continues to stroke her from the inside. Even after all of that, he ensures that she wants yet more.]
Yes.
[She breathes the answer against the curve of his parted lips, his continued affections drawing a soft groan from her in the moment that follows, and she closes her eyes for the briefest of moments, drawing in a deep breath to steady herself— for all the good it does in their current circumstances.
She chases his lips for another kiss, then presses another against the corner of his mouth before dipping her head to nuzzle sweetly against his jaw.]
But I want all of you.
[And she knows he wants more, his own need still painfully apparent. She smiles at him and gives a sigh, trailing her fingers down the length of his lovely, lithe torso before tracing the very gentle slope of his hip and reaching to curl her fingers around his cock, taking him in hand and giving him a gentle stroke from root to tip to offer some reprieve, followed by another, and yet another.
They've come this far already, and if she'd had any doubts on how they should proceed, they are now long, long gone.]
[ he can't help but smile at her request, at her general ministrations - the way she kisses him hot and deeply, the taste of her between their mouths, her kisses peppering his face, her nose nuzzling his jaw.. it's all so sweet, so warm. he could bury himself in her attentions forever. how could he have been worried about this? how could he have thought this was wrong?
perhaps, once it is all over, the guilt shall set in, but for now.. for now, all he wants is her.
and all she wants is him. her hands move expertly, grasping his cock without hesitation, and hythlodaeus rewards her with a shuddering exhale, his brow knitting tightly while his hips shift forward and into her touch. his fingers withdraw from her at last, but only to close over her own, warm and wet and slick. ]
Are you certain..?
[ she has already asked, but he must know for sure that she is positive - even if her body answers his query, he must hear it from her lips, for there is no coming back from this point. ]
[Her breath catches in her throat once more as his slick fingers come to rest atop her own, sending a shiver through her to mirror his own shuddering exhale, and gods, he is stunning, flushed and wanting and beautiful. Everything feels easy with him, as natural as breathing, and her worries of causing him more pain, of complicating things— all of that is gone, though perhaps it will come creeping back once they're through. Though a distinct possibility, she does not want to believe it could happen, not after this, not after how very right it feels.
She nods steadily, gently pulling him through her grasp once more, giving a careful turn of her wrist as the head of his cock passes through the circle of her hand, her touch slow and doting and deliberate, and she lifts her chin to claim another kiss, an offer of reassurance just as much as it is a request for more.]
I've never been more certain of anything.
[A sweeping statement, perhaps, but truthful— there are no doubts left within her heart, not now. She eases him from her grasp, only to gently grab hold of his hip and tug him towards her, encouraging him to come closer despite the fact that there is little space left between them to begin with.]
[ and that is all he needs to hear. all he needs to feel. amri kisses him so sweetly, touches him so needfully, tugs him toward her - how is he possibly to resist her? she's beautiful, perfect, warm, wanting.. every bit of him is drawn to her, from deep in his very core. some small part of him still worries that he is taking advantage of her..
but amri is a grown woman, and he is a grown man, and this is the choice they have made.
it takes hythlodaeus only a few moments to slip down his thin linen pants, pushing them down his thighs and kicking them off, and at last they are both gloriously nude, skin to warm, flushed skin, and it feels so right that it is all but painful. their clothing is a discarded pile, and there is nothing left between.
for all his efforts, amri is already prepared for him, wet and opened and ready, and so hythlodaeus need to nothing more than to guide himself into her body, slowly at first, until, with one smooth roll of his hips his cock is seated inside of her. sweet, mindless pleasure sweeps over his body from head to toe, and hythlodaeus groans, his elbows coming to rest above her shoulders, his brow touching hers, one hand snagged in her hair, the other in the soft, yielding pillow. ]
Amri..
[ he can hardy breathe the name, and a pang of guilt and shame squeezes his heart for the briefest of moments for this, this feels so bittersweetly familiar, the feeling of being surrounded by her.. it feels like coming home. ]
[They come together easily, soft and effortless— she watches him remove the last of his clothing, though it had long ceased to hide anything from view, and she welcomes him back with an embrace, draping both arms over his shoulders and around his neck so that she can watch him as he guides himself into her, study the fine features of his face. There is nothing left to serve as a barrier between them, and all it takes is a single, fluid movement for him to bury himself within her. She groans, her head tipping back against the pillow, his fingers tangled in her hair, and she closes her eyes for but a moment, opening them to meet his own gaze as he presses his brow to hers.
It is perfect, the feeling of a missing piece being slotted into place— one she hadn't realized she'd been without. He says her name, and she feels something tighten about her heart, but she no longer worries that she isn't his Azem. She is only herself, and in this moment, that is enough.
She braces a hand against the back of his neck to pull him down into another languid kiss, her tongue parting his lips, and she drapes a leg over his hip as a smile pulls at one corner of her mouth, rolling her hips upwards to meet him and encourage him to take his pleasure at his pace.]
[ she takes him so gently, kisses him so sweetly that it all but erases the guilt that lingers in her heart. it is difficult, to still love his azem, but to also come to know amri. a part of him shall always love persephone, shall always exist with her in the past, and that is something that they all must come to terms with.
but that does not mean that he cannot also love amri, learn to live beside her despite the bittersweet agony of it. it is still far better than the contrary - for to have known her now, he could hardly imagine being without her. the space left behind would ache forevermore. ]
Better..
[ he murmurs against her sweet, soft lips. his left hand remains in her dark hair, squeezing gently, while his right drops down now to her hip, his palm gliding along her thigh as he slowly, languidly begins to make love to her properly. hythlodaeus' hips rock forward, setting a rhythm that sets his skin ablaze. her cunt is slick and sweet around him, squeezing him so tightly, urging from him soft sighs and low, quiet groans that are lost between their mouths.
after all their teasing he knows he will not last long, yet still he takes his time, rocking into her, locked on the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her body. ]
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it's warm and wonderful and perfect. ]
Anything you want..
[ he murmurs against her mouth, while his free hand dips carefully beneath the hem of her tunic, his fingertips brushing the skin of her belly, slowly and gently, as if seeking permission. ]
Is this..?
[ .. alright? ]
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Please.
[This time, it is a request, as much as it is granting him permission. When was the last one anyone had touched her this way? Such encounters feel so distant now, and even then, it hadn't been like this— soft and careful and yet thrilling, her pulse quickening as she finds herself eager to press forward, to sate her curiosity, and perhaps, more than that, offer one another comfort.
Her hand catches against the side of his face once more, thumb gliding gently against his cheek as she presses a soft kiss to his brow, then the bridge of his nose before finding his lips again, her own flushed and now fuller for their efforts.]
I want you to.
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both hands now find her sides and slip beneath her tunic, the fabric rucking around his wrists as they move upwards. he explores her gently, slowly, his palms pressing to her skin, his long fingers counting each of her ribs with loving care before they circle around to her back, where he finds malms and malms of endless warm skin.
and all the while they kiss, some brief and fleeting, others lingering and deep, his tongue curling into her mouth to taste her, while his hands learn the shape of her, every knob of her spine, the slope of her shoulderblades, the dip of the small of her back. every touch is electric, and when at last his hands shift forward to cup her full breasts he feels himself stiffen more fully, almost painfully, his hips rocking upward again, the sweet friction lancing bolts of heat straight to his belly. she feels so good. she feels so similar, and yet so different, so new. ]
Amri..
[ he murmurs her name gently, reverently into their kiss, his body hot, skin too tight over his bones. ]
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Even so, that clothing leaves precious little to the imagination. His arousal had already been quite evident, and she has no doubt the heat of her own is much the same— she meets the upward rock of his hips by rolling her own downwards in a bid for more friction, her breath catching as she feels just how hard he is through that bothersome fabric, and the heat of desire pooling low in her own belly with a force that implies this wasn't so sudden a turn of events as she might have allowed herself to think.
Her fingers catch against his waistband, and much as he had only moments before, she pauses, searching to meet his gaze between kisses, her own pupils now wide and blown with want.]
May I?
[She desperately wants to touch him, fully.]
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Yes. Please.
[ he's already so painfully hard for her, just the very idea of her hands on him sets his blood aflame.
but first, as her tunic is already rustled up around his hands, he gently nudges it higher, urging her to pull it off of her shoulders and away. he wants to see her as well as feel her, to learn every new shape of her with his sharp eyes, memorize every angle, find the differences between amri and persephone and burn them into his mind. ]
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She bends down to kiss him again, hair cascading against his shoulder, several shades darker and a sharp contrast to his own, curling her tongue into his mouth to taste him thoroughly as her nimble fingers find their way to his waistband once more, breast pressing against his chest through his sleepshirt as she reaches with both hands to ease his pants down over his hips.
She takes hold of his arousal as she frees him, her touch delicate and experimental to start, tracing along its length and lightly running her fingers across the tip before she curls her fingers around it in full, gently pulling it through her grasp in a full stroke from base to tip, giving an affectionate squeeze as the swollen head passes through her hand. The heat of him and the undeniable show of wanting makes her ache, embers growing hotter in her belly and lower places.]
How is that?
[Different than he remembers, she's sure, but that's rather the point of this, isn't it? Learning something new about one another as they each decide what they want.]
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she is not persephone. she is not persephone.
and yet the heart wants what it wants, and the body as well. as such, she will find him painfully hard when her fingers at last begin to touch him, and his cock jumps in her hand from the sudden contact. ]
It's -
[ he can hardly answer at first, for how his head falls back and his lips part in a shuddering exhale, his hips arching upward and into her touch, forcing his cock through the circle of her hand. her hand that feels so familiar, yet so very different, and yet so good all the same. hythlodaeus is a very sex friendly man, but there must still be some level of trust built, some level of personal intimacy, but they have achieved that so very quickly.. ]
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For just a moment, she thinks her heart skips a beat, but rather than dwell on what feelings it might stir up, she quickly moves her attention elsewhere.
The fact that he can't answer her in full is absolutely a compliment, as is the way he thrusts into her hand. She tightens her grip as he passes through, offering more friction, more resistance, even as she drops her chin to press a series of soft, affectionate kisses along his jaw, teasing her thumb against the head of his cock and lightly tracing the ridge, curious as to what sort of sounds he might make— the kinds of things one can't help but wonder about with any new lover, and she proceeds to kiss her way down his throat as he tilts his head back and exposes it to her.
He is heart-stoppingly beautiful, something she has never found herself thinking about a man before, and the way he surrenders to her touch makes it impossible to ignore her own wanting— she shifts her weight and rolls her own hips forward to grind gently against his thigh as she lavishes attention on him, unwilling to pull away to undress fully if it means she might miss another achingly lovely exhale like the last.]
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baby steps. baby steps, and if either of them choose to stop, then so be it.
yet for now he feels so hot he's liable to burn up, so hythlodaeus takes the hem of his shirt in his hands and tugs it upward and over his head as well, tossing it aside with amri's tunic, to be completely forgotten. cool air rushes against his too-hot skin, raising a wave of goosebumps.
and all at once her attentions are on him, her mouth on his throat which is oh so sensitive, her hand on his cock deft and skilled, drawing from him soft whines and low groans that threaten to undo him. he must lift a hand to his mouth, biting hard on his own knuckles to stem the tide of pleasure lest it overwhelm him too soon - it has been a very, very long time, after all. his free hand, however, roams down her soft, bare back to grasp at her rear, tugging her hips further against his thigh - he can feel the sweet, eager heat of her cunt through the oh so thin fabric of their pajama pants, and it drives a spike of heat into his gut. ]
I want to touch you.
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By the Twelve, that only makes her want him more.]
Too much?
[She slows her attentions only slightly as she looks up at him from where she'd been kissing along the curve of his neck, the question itself breathless, her expression flushed and sheepish. Twelve, the sounds he had made— at which point her own line of thought is swiftly interrupted by the movement of his hands, their grasp on her ass as he pulls her against him, his thigh pressing sweetly against the heat of her arousal and causing a surge of pleasure and yet more want to move through her.
She bites at her lower lip, stifling a whine of her own and responding in kind by allowing that grasp to encourage her, rolling her hips against him steadily— it won't be enough, not for long, but for now, it helps to dull the demanding ache between her legs as she looks down at him, flushed and perfect and so many things she had not realized she wanted.]
Please.
[There's a plaintive edge to her voice, more urgent than when she'd given him permission before.]
Touch me anywhere you want to.
[Honestly, he could do anything he damn well pleases with her, at this point— all she knows is she wants so much more of this, of him.]
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the angle is not perfect, but he's sure she will adjust for him as he brushes his knuckles down the sleek tendon in her neck and along the ridge of her collar, then down between her full breasts and toned abdomen. lower and lower still his knuckles drag until he reaches the soft dip of her hip, where his fingers unfurl and slip carefully beneath the waistband of her panties and smallclothes both, dipping between her thighs where she already craves him.
just the feel of her is enough to take his breath away, and hythlodaeus' hitches in a sharp inhale. ]
You feel..
[ so good. already she is so hot and sinfully slick, his fingers glide over her tender folds with ease, gathering moisture on his fingertips before the pads of his fingers rise to the warm bud of her clit, rolling in slow, gentle circles. his free hand, with knuckles still in his mouth, pulls free to sink into her dark violet hair, tugging gently at the roots while he studies her face, gauging her reaction. nothing matters more than pleasing her. ]
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Don't stop...
[A wave of pleasure rolls through her, almost violently so; his touch is gentle and encouraging, soft against the slick of desperate need, the roll of his fingertips against her clit drawing forth a sharp gasp of air. Her eyelids slam shut, the strokes of his cock now becoming erratic as she loses herself in intense pleasure— has anyone ever taken the time to touch her in such a way? She honestly can't remember; if they had, it certainly had not been like this, the concentrated effort of one who knew full well what his touch was capable of. She feels the muscles of her abdomen twitch and tighten, moreso when his fingers lightly tug at her hair to draw her attention upwards, and when he meets her gaze, he'll find her wide-eyed and half gone, breath coming faster as she grinds her hips to move against his touch, to wordlessly beg him for more as she swallows deafly.
She could come exactly like this, and it would be far too soon, but it already feels a near thing.]
Hythlodaeus.
[A mouthful to moan, but how can she help but give credit where it's due?]
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but gods, he still wants more, he wants to give her everything, everything he can, everything he has, especially when she says his name so sweetly, riding on a shivering breath. ]
I want you..
[ he murmurs and, slipping his hand regrettably from her smallclothes, hythlodaeus uses both hands to grasp her hips and, with surprising strength, flip her over onto her back until he is over her. without hesitation he is dipping in again for a hot, needy kiss, his tongue curling into her mouth beside a low, wanting groan, but it lasts only moments before his mouth is moving down her throat, over the soft slope of her collar, down her breasts and stomach.. ]
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I want you, too—
[The shift is sudden; she makes a small noise of protest at the pause in his attentions, but it's quickly apparent that he has something else in mind. She exhales slowly, surging into that needful kiss with just as much demand, spurred on by his grasp on her hips, eagerly parting his lips with her tongue to taste him once more.
It's beginning to feel as though she can't get enough of him, drunk on his attention, on his touch, and she sprawls on her back as he begins to kiss his way downwards, his lips moving down the fine column of her throat, and it isn't until he makes his way past her breasts and to her stomach that she realizes exactly what his intention is.
Oh. Her stomach tightens with anticipation, her heart lodging itself in her throat, and suddenly she feels trapped in what's left of her clothing. Pulse thundering in her veins, she reaches downwards to push her waistband down over her hips, eager to free herself, tangling one hand in his hair to steady herself when she realizes her fingers are near trembling.]
Are you...
[Are you sure? But gods, don't let him change his mind— she aches for him, every inch of her skin too hot and pulled too tight.]
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and now that she is entirely bare before him, hythlodaeus takes a moment simply to.. admire her. his gaze travels up her long legs and thighs, the flare of her hips, up her abdomen and over her breasts, and at last to her beautiful face, her hooded eyes, her parted lips. she's perfect.
but he sets back to his work soon enough, and lowers himself down once more, dragging his mouth along her lower belly. he teases her with kisses and touches, his palms gliding down the outsides of her thighs, his mouth along the insides, but he does not make her wait long.
his lips part, and hythlodaeus drags his tongue long and slow where she is so warm, so wet, and he can taste the dark salt of her cunt, new and unfamiliar. he is slow and attentive in his work, kissing and dragging his tongue, exhaling hotly against her, before at last he sees to the swollen bud of her clit, dragging his tongue gently against it, tracing its shape, waiting for her sweet reaction to guide him. ]
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His lips drag along her abdomen and her muscles twitch beneath them, tense and wanting; she's already felt her belly become molten beneath his touch, and the wait itself threatens to be unbearable— but he is kind, and offers her reprieve, something she craves so desperately that the noise that first escapes her is choked, strained, the soft touch of his lips and expert stroke of his tongue unlike anything in her memory, and her free hand grasps for the bedclothes, clutching and twisting them beneath her fingers as her hips rock upwards against him, eager, and already she feels like she might come apart.]
By the Twelve...
[It feels as delightfully wicked as it does sweet, the heat of his breath triggering another flare of desire, and gods, he clearly knows exactly what he's doing—
His tongue finds where she craves him most and her back archs without warning, pressing her cunt against his mouth as her head is thrown back against the pillow, a sharp cry escaping her as she tugs sharply at the covers, her grip in his hair tightening.]
Hyth—
[She can't even finish his name, not before he wrenches another desperate cry out of her, one that fades into another short, choked noise of pleasure, dangerously close to an open sob.]
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she yields to him so easily, wet as she is, and it is a simple matter to glide his long fingers fully into her body, feeling her tight around him.
gods, does it drive him wild - the scent of her, that wet heat, her taste, her sounds.. he's so painfully hard that the only relief he can find is in grinding his hips against the bed, but even that is hardly enough, for the clothing in the way. still, the friction staves off his frustration enough that he can focus fully on her, on her pleasure. ]
You're beautiful..
[ he murmurs against her, his tongue still circling her clit, lapping at her with more and more hunger as her desperation begins to soar, her fingers in his hair tightening painfully, though he loves he feel of it. his fingers curl in her body, seeking that sweet, tender spot just inside of her, searching for his mark. ]
Come for me.
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Though gentle, his attentions are unrelenting; she feels herself stretch pleasantly around his fingers, yielding without pause, feels the way each eager stroke of his tongue nudges her closer and closer to that blissful precipice. She has no words for him; he praises her even with his lips and tongue still hard at work and all she can do is moan, a low and wanton sound that rolls through her as surely as that building wave of overwhelming pleasure does.
Her knuckles have gone pale where she grips the blankets beneath them, one leg having found its way over his shoulder in a moment she has absolutely no memory of, and the very moment he finds his mark, she crumbles. The wave crests and tears a sharp cry from her throat without warning, a shudder ripping its way down the length of her spine as she loses herself entirely, and that cry dissolves into laughter, a desperate but joyful sound as she sinks into climax, the world pleasantly blurring at its edges as her breath comes short and sharp, her grip in his hair easing— though only slightly.]
That was—
[Incredible? There are no words, and if there were, she may not have breath enough to speak them, but even so, they are not finished. She releases her hold on the bedclothes and reaches for the hand at her hip, taking him by the wrist before lacing their fingers together.]
Here.
[Come here.]
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this is why he does what he does. why he loves so attentively. nothing is better than the payoff of bringing his partner a perfectly blissful climax.
he lingers still, laving his tongue gently over her cunt until she is attempting to forcefully pull him away, at which point hythlodaeus lifts his head. his face is flushed, pupils blown, mouth wet - he's drunk on the taste of her, but he nevertheless obediently does as she asks, sliding up her body again until he is leaning over her, a smile blooming across his features. ]
I take it you enjoyed yourself?
[ even now, his fingers still move slowly, measuredly, in and out of her body. he can't bring himself to stop touching her. ]
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Yes.
[She breathes the answer against the curve of his parted lips, his continued affections drawing a soft groan from her in the moment that follows, and she closes her eyes for the briefest of moments, drawing in a deep breath to steady herself— for all the good it does in their current circumstances.
She chases his lips for another kiss, then presses another against the corner of his mouth before dipping her head to nuzzle sweetly against his jaw.]
But I want all of you.
[And she knows he wants more, his own need still painfully apparent. She smiles at him and gives a sigh, trailing her fingers down the length of his lovely, lithe torso before tracing the very gentle slope of his hip and reaching to curl her fingers around his cock, taking him in hand and giving him a gentle stroke from root to tip to offer some reprieve, followed by another, and yet another.
They've come this far already, and if she'd had any doubts on how they should proceed, they are now long, long gone.]
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perhaps, once it is all over, the guilt shall set in, but for now.. for now, all he wants is her.
and all she wants is him. her hands move expertly, grasping his cock without hesitation, and hythlodaeus rewards her with a shuddering exhale, his brow knitting tightly while his hips shift forward and into her touch. his fingers withdraw from her at last, but only to close over her own, warm and wet and slick. ]
Are you certain..?
[ she has already asked, but he must know for sure that she is positive - even if her body answers his query, he must hear it from her lips, for there is no coming back from this point. ]
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She nods steadily, gently pulling him through her grasp once more, giving a careful turn of her wrist as the head of his cock passes through the circle of her hand, her touch slow and doting and deliberate, and she lifts her chin to claim another kiss, an offer of reassurance just as much as it is a request for more.]
I've never been more certain of anything.
[A sweeping statement, perhaps, but truthful— there are no doubts left within her heart, not now. She eases him from her grasp, only to gently grab hold of his hip and tug him towards her, encouraging him to come closer despite the fact that there is little space left between them to begin with.]
It's what we both want.
[She's certain of that, as well.]
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but amri is a grown woman, and he is a grown man, and this is the choice they have made.
it takes hythlodaeus only a few moments to slip down his thin linen pants, pushing them down his thighs and kicking them off, and at last they are both gloriously nude, skin to warm, flushed skin, and it feels so right that it is all but painful. their clothing is a discarded pile, and there is nothing left between.
for all his efforts, amri is already prepared for him, wet and opened and ready, and so hythlodaeus need to nothing more than to guide himself into her body, slowly at first, until, with one smooth roll of his hips his cock is seated inside of her. sweet, mindless pleasure sweeps over his body from head to toe, and hythlodaeus groans, his elbows coming to rest above her shoulders, his brow touching hers, one hand snagged in her hair, the other in the soft, yielding pillow. ]
Amri..
[ he can hardy breathe the name, and a pang of guilt and shame squeezes his heart for the briefest of moments for this, this feels so bittersweetly familiar, the feeling of being surrounded by her.. it feels like coming home. ]
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It is perfect, the feeling of a missing piece being slotted into place— one she hadn't realized she'd been without. He says her name, and she feels something tighten about her heart, but she no longer worries that she isn't his Azem. She is only herself, and in this moment, that is enough.
She braces a hand against the back of his neck to pull him down into another languid kiss, her tongue parting his lips, and she drapes a leg over his hip as a smile pulls at one corner of her mouth, rolling her hips upwards to meet him and encourage him to take his pleasure at his pace.]
Better?
[Her voice is barely above a whisper, teasing.]
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but that does not mean that he cannot also love amri, learn to live beside her despite the bittersweet agony of it. it is still far better than the contrary - for to have known her now, he could hardly imagine being without her. the space left behind would ache forevermore. ]
Better..
[ he murmurs against her sweet, soft lips. his left hand remains in her dark hair, squeezing gently, while his right drops down now to her hip, his palm gliding along her thigh as he slowly, languidly begins to make love to her properly. hythlodaeus' hips rock forward, setting a rhythm that sets his skin ablaze. her cunt is slick and sweet around him, squeezing him so tightly, urging from him soft sighs and low, quiet groans that are lost between their mouths.
after all their teasing he knows he will not last long, yet still he takes his time, rocking into her, locked on the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her body. ]
You feel.. perfect.
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