wotanon | Dreamers After Dark (VII)

[ What is she thinking? Oh he longs to know. She fascinates him endlessly.

He does not think he would enjoy this game if it were anyone else. Even in losing, there is always something worthy gained. Not that it made accepting that there were losses on his record any less unpleasant.

He takes himself in his hand and rubs his shaft between her lips, only to tease her clit with the tip of his cock. Her arousal coats him, and he strokes himself with it; so sweet and thick. ]

Do you prefer this kind of pace? To long and yet deny yourself until you ache?

[ The proof of her desire laid bare, he feels at ease with his steady motions. He teases her with the feel of his girth sliding past her lips-- so close and yet always sliding past her entrance. ]

Mmm...well, does it matter? You're going to please me anyway, aren't you...?

[He teases her so sweetly and she can't say she minds it. She knows, intimately, how hot he can be, but feeling her there is another dimension to the sensation. She should have his heat both ways, in both ends.]

[ He laughs shortly. ]

A simple yes or no would suffice.

[ Well, she was no help at all. So he supposes it is up to him to do as he pleases. His free hand curls at her hip and slowly, ever so slowly, he begins to push the head inside of her. Bit by bit he starts to fill her; the sharp intake of his breath his only testament to the way he feels as her walls slide down around him.

Buried as deep as he can be, he wraps his arms around her and holds her to his chest. He lets her feel the way his heart beats erratically, and the way his body simply radiates heat. ]

I may be terrible at begging, but you my dear are terrible at simple honesty.

Ah...

[He moves slowly, but somehow, that's far more intense in some ways than if he'd just thrust in quickly. Each wet inch of her body has to acclimate to the heat and hardness of him as she's stretched to make way for his very impressive length.

And he just keeps going.

She shudders as he buries himself to the hilt inside her, but what really undoes her in another fashion is how he wraps his arms around her. He's so warm...hot, even. Her breath catches in her throat a moment. He's so proud and yet he'll do things like hold her]

A lady should have a little mystery~

Perhaps... but in moments of intimacy, your honest reactions are far more desireable.

[ And he does watch her ever so closely. It is when her face flushes and she finds herself gasping over the slow intensity of their union, that she is her hottest. He wants to see more of it.

Kyanite slowly rolls his hips, rocking his length ever so slightly inside of her. ]

Your expression is so lovely right now. As though you've wanted this for quite some time.

H-hmmm...maybe you'll get to see more if you keep that up...

[sooner than he thinks, it seems, because when he tells her she's lovely, she blushes a little. She knows she is, but hearing it from him is different somehow.

Lily also begins to roll her hips, keeping the slow pace. It seems she wasn't being poetically hyperbolic about dancing either, because the way her hips move definitely draws the eye. Her entire body rolls into it and she cannot help but moan.]

You're so hot, Nite...I've never...

[it feels like he'll burn inside her and they've only just begun.]

How can anyone feel like this...?

I'd like that.

[ And he does. Seeing the gentle blush on her face over such a simple, obvious comment is quite an endearing level of softness for her. Watching her be overwhelmed by these slow, sensual movements.

He squeezes her ass and hips softly as he pulls her tight against him; giving rhythm to the the movement of her hips. ]

You haven't even begun to see.

[ Kyanite nips gently at her neck, leaving a rosy mark on her pale skin. Her words are, in a sense, an admission that he is unlike any she had-- something his pride is quick to soak up. His competitive nature finds that he wants to be the best she's ever had. The best she ever will have. ]

This is only where the kindling starts. I can burn so much brighter for you.

[She makes a noise when he grabs her ass and hips like that, and she could be wrong but there's something almost possessive about the way he holds her.

She wonders if their game is over now (With her as the victor, no doubt) but she didn't imagine it would be like this, so slow in the sensuality and expected a quick and furious passion from them both, so high have they built their tension. It says a lot about him and surprises her, and with this pleasure, it's all things she is enjoying immensely. She wonders still if this is just how he is or wants to do it or if he has to work at this patience.

One thing's for sure, she's far more likely to burn much more thoroughly overtime this way. The way he loves feels like magma, slow, and yet so oppressively powerful. You can't even come close to it, it burns so holy even at a distance.

And yet he has her so close.

The promise that there is more to come has butterflies taking off in her stomach and she twitches and tightens around him. Lily arches her neck to allow for better access while her hips continue to move powerfully and still slow.]

Then do it. Show me the conflagration of your spirit.

[A part of her regrets not being properly naked, so that her skin can lavish in the heat of his. He has every right to be proud of this--she loves different things about different people but no one has burned as hotly as he and he's only just begun.]

As you wish.

[ Anyone would feel tempted. Lily’s curves were second to none. Her hips and ass are soft and voluptuous, his fingers easily sinking into her flesh. Is there a part of him that feels possessive? Perhaps. There aren’t words to describe a lot of the feelings that bubble under his surface in response to her.

Is it the buttons she seems so good at pushing in him? That’s a possibility of its own.

Right now though he doesn’t care what the source is. God she feels good and he needs her like he needs air. The hands that squeeze her hips gently lift her, slow enough to feel each inch of him easing out of her slowly——

And then drags her down again from tip to base. It is only just a small bit quicker than before. But he does not pause between.

Again. And again. All the way out and all the way back into her depths. Each time just a hair faster. But always slow enough to delight in the friction. The heat. ]

[Lily lifts her hips in time with him to ease the burden of her weight, but finds she hardly needs to--he's just so very strong. She isn't exactly waifish between her height, muscle mass, and overall build, but he's managing, and it's harder to do it slower, too. There's a fleeting moment where she thinks about him carrying her in his arms or that maybe she might not be too heavy in other ways, but that's getting ahead of herself. She stays in the moment.

He moves only a little faster, but he's so...thorough, letting her feel every. Last. Inch of him.]

Nite!

[She might be more impatient if she didn't realise she could get off at a slower pace, but this is...terribly nice, she prefers it with him, for some reason. She doesn't want this to end too quickly even if they can start up another time, but that isn't what matters. What matters is stretching this out for as long as they can.

She reaches to hold his face and kiss him, lips lavishing thorough attention as they work over his. They adjust and she's sucking on his tongue, greedily trying to taste as much as she can.

Her hips don't speed up much more either, perhaps her own testament to how much she's enjoying herself.]

Dreamers After Dark (VII)

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