[ So generous. He doesn't break the kiss even as they flip places, settling his (infinitesimal) weight on her. He takes advantage of the new position to slide one hand down her side, over the curve of her hip, while the other presses into one breast, thumb working over her nipple. Seemingly just relishing in all the heretofore unexplored skin. ]
[Her scars crisscross her breasts, but her nipples are fortunately unscathed, and his touch transitions from rough scar tissue to soft warm skin to stiff nipples that only get stiffer under his attention.
She arches under his touch, encouraging, and she slides her foot on the mattress to bring her thigh up between his (bare, this time) legs.]
[ He makes a sound low in his throat when she shifts her leg, shifting his weight down onto her thigh while his fingers pinching that nipple hard in retaliation.
But then he shifts back slightly so that he can get a good look at her. For multiple reasons. ]
[The pinch makes her inhale sharply, and it takes her a few moments after that to register his question and focus, her pupils wide even when her gaze settles on him.
Even when she does, she's quiet a little longer, eyes roaming down his chest.]
You. A lot of things. You could start by keeping doing that. Or—this.
[She grabs the hand on her hip by the wrist and guides it more between her legs, though only about halfway there.]
What does he want? Maybe it's just that sentiment. "You." Or maybe it's something else, but it's a formless thing, a shifting warmth that pushes and pulls and never quite settles on anything. ]
I...
[ His hand continues even after she stops guiding it, trailing across her thigh, two fingers sliding between her legs to see how much this is affecting her. ]
... Usually just take what I want.
[ He leans back down to kiss her again, those fingers still working. ]
[ Oh, good. Then he wastes no time coaxing her legs farther apart and dragging his fingers along her clit, confident his fingers are already slicked enough for it to be pleasurable. ]
I intended to.
[ He settles one thigh between her legs for balance, so that his other hand can return to pressing hard into one nipple. Trying to see exactly what it takes to make her squirm, or make a noise. ]
Actually having him touching her clit after what feels like forever (is she sure it hasn't been forever? how long has she wanted it?) means her next breath comes out in a short moan, and her hips lifts off the bed to seek more pressure. And even the flush of pleasure through her makes her nipple even more sensitive than it was at his first touch, the touch making her fingers tighten and her claws pierce through the scales at his hips, this time.
She struggles to regain her breath for a response.]
He gasps, laughing, as her claws slip past those scales. Completely undeterred by the pain, because of course, maybe even pressing against it somewhat. Fucking ygos.
He keeps a steady pressure there, repeating any movement that earns a particularly good reaction, to set a more consistent rhythm of pleasure. And because some part of his subconscious remembers it all too well - he leans down to drag his fangs hard along the soft juncture of her neck and shoulder. ]
[She grins a little at his laugh. Has Maki been with literally anyone who was deterred by pain. Seems unlikely.
She keeps moving against his hand when his touch isn't quite enough, until his rhythm is enough to distract her and she settles down as warmth flushes through her body.
Then his teeth draw another sound from her, a low noise in her throat, and rakes her nails up his sides—this time the pressure isn't enough for the scales, scraping over them without damage, but when the scales taper off they break skin in thin lines.]
[ The skin under her claws shivers and shifts, the movement earning a low sound of approval. His free hand, meanwhile, travels down her side, the dip of her waist, her hip - until he can drag his fingers hard along the bottom of her thigh, coaxing a small bend in that leg. Fangs continuing to scrape until the sting of her claws has him sinking them in properly, drawing blood.
But he's careful not to move the hand that's working, particularly once she settles down - he just keeps at it, doing nothing save perhaps work faster. Determined to undo her at least once before doing anything else. ]
[She shudders when his teeth pierce her skin, and then she doesn't quite stop shuddering afterwards, shivers running up and down her spine as his hand moves quicker. The pleasure builds faster than she would expect, too—certainly much faster than when she does it on her own. The touch of his mouth and hands help, but so does just looking at him, hair and scales and wings reminding her that it's him working steadily to bring her off. She forgets to breathe for a moment before drawing in air sharply.]
[ He smirks, pleased with the reaction. Every twitch and shiver, every vocalization. He's never heard her like that before.
It's... nice.
He keeps working her with his hand, utterly unrelenting, while he draws his tongue over the marks on her neck - eventually placing a kiss there as he moves his way down her throat, trailing open-mouthed kisses the entire way. Adding whatever extra stimulation he can to make her squirm.
[They both clearly missed out on a lot of fun vocalizations by being literally underwater before.
She manages via effort to keep breathing, though it comes shallowly and noisily. Before much longer, the steady pace of his hand somehow transitions from A Lot to Not Enough, and her grip on him tightens as she half uses it to pull herself as she arches upwards, claws piercing a little deeper.]
[ His brow knits just slightly at the burning of those claws, but he's entirely undeterred - chuckling a little under his breath, even. He presses in harder, meeting her upward thrust, fingers stroking her faster and harsher. Fangs dragging along her collarbone, free hand digging hard into her thigh - certainly enough to leave marks later.
[She tenses, close, and then—some part of that pushes her over. She thinks it's probably his voice. The pressure of his hand is necessary, and the bite of his teeth and dig of his nails adds something extra that cuts through the haze of pleasure and emphasizes it, but his words are something she's never experienced before, and they sink into her and make her shudder.
And she keeps shuddering, only somewhat choking back the high-pitched noise she makes.]
[She's thoroughly flushed with pleasure, chest rising and falling quickly, and even after the tremors through her body subside it takes her a second to focus and notice him looking at her.
Even still, hearing that makes her feel hotter, face burning and warmth crawling down her chest.]
You're—ridiculous.
[And she loosens her hands, finally, eyes flicking to the scratches her claws left and fingertips skimming over them lightly.]
[ He looks - and sounds - very smug with himself, even if his own face is slightly flushed, his skin shivering at the light touches on those raw spots. ]
[ Apparently he's saving all the fluster for King, then.
Also, thank you for the lack of claws.
He arches up into that touch, one hand digging into the bed while the other lands somewhere on her arm, holding on tight. And the smugness does not abate. ]
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She arches under his touch, encouraging, and she slides her foot on the mattress to bring her thigh up between his (bare, this time) legs.]
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But then he shifts back slightly so that he can get a good look at her. For multiple reasons. ]
Tell me what you want.
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Even when she does, she's quiet a little longer, eyes roaming down his chest.]
You. A lot of things. You could start by keeping doing that. Or—this.
[She grabs the hand on her hip by the wrist and guides it more between her legs, though only about halfway there.]
But—what do you want?
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What does he want? Maybe it's just that sentiment. "You." Or maybe it's something else, but it's a formless thing, a shifting warmth that pushes and pulls and never quite settles on anything. ]
I...
[ His hand continues even after she stops guiding it, trailing across her thigh, two fingers sliding between her legs to see how much this is affecting her. ]
... Usually just take what I want.
[ He leans back down to kiss her again, those fingers still working. ]
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She presses up into his hand and into the kiss, a lingering, needy press of her mouth to his before she pulls away enough to say—]
So take it.
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I intended to.
[ He settles one thigh between her legs for balance, so that his other hand can return to pressing hard into one nipple. Trying to see exactly what it takes to make her squirm, or make a noise. ]
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Actually having him touching her clit after what feels like forever (is she sure it hasn't been forever? how long has she wanted it?) means her next breath comes out in a short moan, and her hips lifts off the bed to seek more pressure. And even the flush of pleasure through her makes her nipple even more sensitive than it was at his first touch, the touch making her fingers tighten and her claws pierce through the scales at his hips, this time.
She struggles to regain her breath for a response.]
Then let's—see what you can do.
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Good.
More of that.
He gasps, laughing, as her claws slip past those scales. Completely undeterred by the pain, because of course, maybe even pressing against it somewhat. Fucking ygos.
He keeps a steady pressure there, repeating any movement that earns a particularly good reaction, to set a more consistent rhythm of pleasure. And because some part of his subconscious remembers it all too well - he leans down to drag his fangs hard along the soft juncture of her neck and shoulder. ]
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She keeps moving against his hand when his touch isn't quite enough, until his rhythm is enough to distract her and she settles down as warmth flushes through her body.
Then his teeth draw another sound from her, a low noise in her throat, and rakes her nails up his sides—this time the pressure isn't enough for the scales, scraping over them without damage, but when the scales taper off they break skin in thin lines.]
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But he's careful not to move the hand that's working, particularly once she settles down - he just keeps at it, doing nothing save perhaps work faster. Determined to undo her at least once before doing anything else. ]
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Ah—yes—
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It's... nice.
He keeps working her with his hand, utterly unrelenting, while he draws his tongue over the marks on her neck - eventually placing a kiss there as he moves his way down her throat, trailing open-mouthed kisses the entire way. Adding whatever extra stimulation he can to make her squirm.
Louder. ]
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She manages via effort to keep breathing, though it comes shallowly and noisily. Before much longer, the steady pace of his hand somehow transitions from A Lot to Not Enough, and her grip on him tightens as she half uses it to pull herself as she arches upwards, claws piercing a little deeper.]
...Almost. Just...
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[ His brow knits just slightly at the burning of those claws, but he's entirely undeterred - chuckling a little under his breath, even. He presses in harder, meeting her upward thrust, fingers stroking her faster and harsher. Fangs dragging along her collarbone, free hand digging hard into her thigh - certainly enough to leave marks later.
Murmured against her skin: ]
Come on. Come undone.
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[She tenses, close, and then—some part of that pushes her over. She thinks it's probably his voice. The pressure of his hand is necessary, and the bite of his teeth and dig of his nails adds something extra that cuts through the haze of pleasure and emphasizes it, but his words are something she's never experienced before, and they sink into her and make her shudder.
And she keeps shuddering, only somewhat choking back the high-pitched noise she makes.]
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His mouth leaves her skin so that he can pull back enough to watch. ]
Beautiful.
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Even still, hearing that makes her feel hotter, face burning and warmth crawling down her chest.]
You're—ridiculous.
[And she loosens her hands, finally, eyes flicking to the scratches her claws left and fingertips skimming over them lightly.]
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[ He looks - and sounds - very smug with himself, even if his own face is slightly flushed, his skin shivering at the light touches on those raw spots. ]
That's why you like me.
[ He knows her type. ]
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[She's not going to deny it. It may have been said with affection to start with.
And her touch slides back to his hips, across the curve of his pelvic bone and down the bend of his thigh.]
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Which is hard when he shudders at her touch like that. ]
I expected you to be more embarrassed about it.
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[Huffs a small laugh of her own.
And then she hooks her leg around his and flips them again so she's on top, and looks down at him appraisingly.]
You're very pretty yourself.
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And here's one of the key ways he and Intensity differ: he just smirks up at her instead of flustering. ]
I know.
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Smug.
[She moves her hand the rest of the way to touch his dick, fingers curled lightly so her claws don't make contact.]
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Also, thank you for the lack of claws.
He arches up into that touch, one hand digging into the bed while the other lands somewhere on her arm, holding on tight. And the smugness does not abate. ]
That- ah - that too.
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