[ she laughs into the kiss but eagerly meets him, hungry for it.
And since that shuts him up pretty effectively, she takes the chance to gently curl her fingers around his cock, her touch feather-light as she feels up along the length of him.]
[Even expecting it, it's such a teasingly light touch. He breaks the kiss to suck in a bit of air and just goes RIGHT back in. His fingers slide back down over her sides, and then in up under the fabric of her shirt, seeking skin. Encouraging.]
[ Val makes a small noise against his mouth, half-laughing and pleased. She shivers a little under his touch, her skin hot, and rewards that exploration with the whole of her hand curled around him and a firm couple of strokes from root to tip before she goes back to her small exploratory touches of the shape of him. ]
[Like most of him, there's just enough off to be not QUITE human, but not enough to be clearly monster, either. Sett, however, immediately gives a little whine of complaint as the attention turns back to feathery.
He moves down, kissing the corner of her mouth, her neck and the edge of her shoulder, even as his fingers slide up over heated skin, callouses dragging roughly.
He doesn't bother to unzip her sports bra, just scrunch it up out of the way of his own appreciations.]
[ god he's almost as easy as she is. She gasps a little when he breaks the kiss, dropping her shoulder a little so her collar angles enough that he can keep his mouth there, goosebumps raising over her skin. And now that her mouth is free she can get a real look at him. She leans her head against his to watch as her fingers explore, over the curves of the muscle, pads of her fingers soft over the slight bulge of veins or the bits of him she can tell definitely aren't human. Circle her fingers up under the head, brush her thumb delicately over the tip, and delight in the complaints it drags from him. If he wants to beg, maybe like this...?
She eases that a little with another little stroke, slow, as his hands shove her bra out of the way. She makes a faintly embarrassed noise but leans into his touch, squirming under the scratch of this callouses. ]
[He really is, or at least as expressive. Or maybe just as affection starved as she is.
It's a sight, can watch the tensing of his abs, or how the waxing clearly stops below the belly button, or the run of soft spines. But there's more to the heavy twitch at the swipe of her thumb, he breathes out against her skin, another press of kisses and an encouraging, dragging lick along her collar is in counterpoint with the nearly careful way he cups her breasts-]
... Where WERE you hidin' those, really now. [He mumbles with a laugh, against her.]
[ she's startled by that-- but laughs, and just offers a soft "dunno" noise. She's focused on the task at hand anyway. Or in hand. The lick is ticklish and distracting, and she shivers, her pulse quickening.
She leans all of her weight into his hands so she can use the other to brush his fingers through the hair he's got below the belt, even as the hand curled around him length sets up a slow and steady pace-- bottom to top, thumb brushing along the edge of the head on every upstroke, fingers gently squeezing over those spines on the down. ]
[There's a little shudder at that squeeze and yeah, he's just distracted for a moment, sucking a little bruise onto her shoulder and then licking away the sting. It's a little focus, but the motions are steady enough, the little surges of pleasure even and steady...]
You're soooo good to me. [The broad, palming massage stops as a thought of- hey you SHOULD RECIPROCATE and not just soak this up makes it through his horny lil brain.
So he'll just move to kiss her while slipping down between her legs.]
[ She tenses a little but it's quickly forgotten in the rough groan of his voice, the feel of his tongue rasping over her skin. Yeah, they seem pretty well matched on starved for affection, because even that much praise makes her shudder and work her hand a little more firmly over him like a reward.
She makes a soft noise into the kiss-- and a sharper one, when his hand goes between her legs; even with pants on she's hot and it's fairly obvious she's pretty fucking wet and maybe she should have taken those off a while ago. She was busy however. And frankly still is-- she pulls back from the kiss a little to whisper, hasty, without slowing her hand: ]
[That slick heat goes RIGHT to his dick, and he bites his lower lip as she rewards his words. It's a hell of a combination, and he takes a second just to cool to his head. Even so, he can't quite stop the flex of his hips, the play of muscles under her thighs.]
Oh, I know I don't gotta. [He leans up to recapture her lips a brief moment, then ducks his head, the soft fur of his ears brushing her cheek. His fingers disappear under her, the rough texture barely more than an afterthought for how easily they slide over her clit, alternating light and teasing, heavier pressure.]
But you're everything I want... [He catches his breath] want right now.
[ Oh all of that at once is so much. It's almost too much, if all of those feelings weren't tangled up in a little bit of anxiety by default, but god does it feel like her faculties are kind of. Slipping away from her.
The touch is absolutely electric; she jolts under his hand the same way she did when Aphelios first touched her, but different now in a room with just the two of them and her hand's already on his cock and feeling the ways he responds to her with more than just his face and words. His hips lift into her grip, she squeezes him firm and gentle in response, her palm rubbing over the head of him and smearing the pre down, her fingers a little slick with it. The way the pads of his fingers-- a little rougher but more importantly thicker than Phel's between her lips, and how her hips jerk forward to meet him on reflex.
... But speaking of words. She inhales a shuddering little breath at his, and-- can't even respond properly, as she buries her embarrassed face into his hair, her grip faltering on him just a moment. But she does whine, needy, against his ear, because yes yes yes she WANTS this she wants him to want her and touch her and she's so fucking hungry why is she hungry it doesn't matter his fingers are on her and his cock is right there and he's so fucking hot the room is too warm he smells so good and he's barely touched her at all and she needs more. ]
That's good, that's good. [It's a thoughtless little mumble, a little her hungry jerks, a little her hands are making him feel. He doesn't spend long, his middle finger parting her and sliding in, blunt and just a little crooked to massage her walls, palm flat to give her something to grind against.] You're so good, so beautiful, Val.
[ Fffffuck okay. The noise she makes as he presses even just a finger into her is almost pathetic for how strained it is because, fuck, he's in her, and she has to shift her free hand to grip Sett's arm for stability. She eagerly grinds down against his palm, more than a little dizzy with praise and pleasure and her own movements suffering a little for it; she pants against his hair and her muscles clench needily around him, but her hand stutters a little in its stroking. She's certainly making the attempt though, even if her movements pick up a little speed unintentionally.
She's a bit squeaky when she speaks, her throat tight. ]
Those are such good sounds. I love you see you like this. [The words are breathless now, low, a little growl underneath them. He feels like he can hear his own pulse in his ears and the edges of the world matters so much less than how she sways and squeaks. The way she squeezes him, he can't help but think about how fucking good that would feel, even as her fingers slide over his skin.
His breathing hitches, and the thought nearly drives him over. It's really not going to be long.]
Lil more? [Even as he rolls his palm against her next thrust, he pulls his finger out- enough to slide two in.]
[ he keeps saying words and it's driving her a little crazy with how hot and tight and restrictive it makes her skin feel. And he growls-- and it shudders down her spine in a way that's a simultaneous and sharp mix of fear-pleasure-arousal-PLEASURE because it's just enough to feel inhuman, too be a reminder.
She almost whines a complaint at the loss of his finger and then Holy Shit there's two of them. Sir you have VERY large hands. The stretch sends a shock through her, and she barely manages to even attempt to say "yes" before it melts into a wordless, high moan. Her thighs tremble with the effort of keeping herself up enough to allow him access AND the building pressure.
Frankly, all thoughts are gone. She shifts her head to lean against his shoulder, panting, and tightens her hand around him, pumping over the head of his cock with quick, shallow strokes. ]
[Yeah, that's it. He curls into her- for all he'd been so vocal THIS is where he gets quiet, breathing harsh and ragged, forehead pressed hard against her shoulder as he comes, jerking in her hand.
He doesn't have the sense right now to keep moving his fingers to meet her, there's just a little reflexive jerk, pressing them a little more thoughtlessly against her walls.]
[ She doesn't have the experience to know the signs before it's already happening, and thus can't save her front from being splattered but-- honestly, oh well. The closeness and his large body curling over her makes her shudder either way, the way he goes taut and silent against her. She doesn't seem to mind that his hand doesn't move into her, because she keeps grinding down against him either way, the slightly jerky rolls of her hips matching the short little strokes she's still dragging over his length.
And frankly, it doesn't take much more than that to push her over either, as close as she already was: the tight pressure of his fingers and the solid warmth of his palm firm against her bring her to shivering orgasm, a little louder for her part; she crests the waves each time with a low groan, her muscles-- both in and out, her thighs reflexively trying to squeeze shut-- gripping tight around him. ]
[Those little strokes go from just right to a little too much quickly, wringing a sound from him. Not that he doesn't LET her keep going for a little, enjoying that edge of pleasure and pain, before gently pulling her hand away from his softening cock.
The rest of Sett is all focused on her as she uses his hand to take herself over. The rippling contractions and the muscles compressing his hand. He dusts kisses over her skin as she comes down, sloppy, happy, open mouthed ones down anywhere he can reach.]
[ At that point she was mostly just moving out of habit so she lets him pull her hand away. unfortunately probably smeared with cum so. good job buddy.
That said she just kind of... gradually sags against him, boneless, breathing a little hard as she comes down and slowly relaxes. She makes a small noise at the kisses, but it's genuinely hard to tell if it's appreciation or complaint-- though what isn't hard to tell is she way she shakily and slowly nudges Sett to draw his fingers out of her. Now that the post-nut clarity has settled in so too has the ache of penetration for a woman who is very unused to it.
Aside from that, though. She does not move. Her turn to enjoy the pampering a little. ]
[Her wrecked, pliant and messy is the BEST thing he's seen, maybe ever so far. He'd stayed as carefully as possible to let her enjoy but now is his time. He pulls the towel off.
His hands are mostly clean again by the time one arm curls around her to support her, and he really only interrupts his attention to her collarbone to help with some of that mess.]
[ yknow what she just lets him help clean her up, still a little hazy-eyed. This is affectionate grooming or whatever.
She cleans her own hands off too, before weakly flopping back against his chest, shifting her legs out from under her with QUITE some difficulty so she can sit sideways in his lap and stretch the cramps out of her calves AND remove her pants because. Well. It's a bit too late to salvage them after all that. ]
Ha... Your hands are way too big to be doing that with no warning.
[ says it kind of fussily, but doesn't actually look like she's complaining... or inclined to move away from him at all. ]
[He still has the grace to look a little chagrined. The moment she's in his lap again, he wraps his arms around her, thumb drawing lazy patterns over her shoulderblade.]
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There is ALWAYS time to laugh. [And still is even as he leans down to kiss her.]
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And since that shuts him up pretty effectively, she takes the chance to gently curl her fingers around his cock, her touch feather-light as she feels up along the length of him.]
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He moves down, kissing the corner of her mouth, her neck and the edge of her shoulder, even as his fingers slide up over heated skin, callouses dragging roughly.
He doesn't bother to unzip her sports bra, just scrunch it up out of the way of his own appreciations.]
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She eases that a little with another little stroke, slow, as his hands shove her bra out of the way. She makes a faintly embarrassed noise but leans into his touch, squirming under the scratch of this callouses. ]
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It's a sight, can watch the tensing of his abs, or how the waxing clearly stops below the belly button, or the run of soft spines. But there's more to the heavy twitch at the swipe of her thumb, he breathes out against her skin, another press of kisses and an encouraging, dragging lick along her collar is in counterpoint with the nearly careful way he cups her breasts-]
... Where WERE you hidin' those, really now. [He mumbles with a laugh, against her.]
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She leans all of her weight into his hands so she can use the other to brush his fingers through the hair he's got below the belt, even as the hand curled around him length sets up a slow and steady pace-- bottom to top, thumb brushing along the edge of the head on every upstroke, fingers gently squeezing over those spines on the down. ]
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You're soooo good to me. [The broad, palming massage stops as a thought of- hey you SHOULD RECIPROCATE and not just soak this up makes it through his horny lil brain.
So he'll just move to kiss her while slipping down between her legs.]
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She makes a soft noise into the kiss-- and a sharper one, when his hand goes between her legs; even with pants on she's hot and it's fairly obvious she's pretty fucking wet and maybe she should have taken those off a while ago. She was busy however. And frankly still is-- she pulls back from the kiss a little to whisper, hasty, without slowing her hand: ]
Y-you don't-- have to. Sett.
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Oh, I know I don't gotta. [He leans up to recapture her lips a brief moment, then ducks his head, the soft fur of his ears brushing her cheek. His fingers disappear under her, the rough texture barely more than an afterthought for how easily they slide over her clit, alternating light and teasing, heavier pressure.]
But you're everything I want... [He catches his breath] want right now.
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The touch is absolutely electric; she jolts under his hand the same way she did when Aphelios first touched her, but different now in a room with just the two of them and her hand's already on his cock and feeling the ways he responds to her with more than just his face and words. His hips lift into her grip, she squeezes him firm and gentle in response, her palm rubbing over the head of him and smearing the pre down, her fingers a little slick with it. The way the pads of his fingers-- a little rougher but more importantly thicker than Phel's between her lips, and how her hips jerk forward to meet him on reflex.
... But speaking of words. She inhales a shuddering little breath at his, and-- can't even respond properly, as she buries her embarrassed face into his hair, her grip faltering on him just a moment. But she does whine, needy, against his ear, because yes yes yes she WANTS this she wants him to want her and touch her and she's so fucking hungry why is she hungry it doesn't matter his fingers are on her and his cock is right there and he's so fucking hot the room is too warm he smells so good and he's barely touched her at all and she needs more. ]
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She's a bit squeaky when she speaks, her throat tight. ]
Sett--
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His breathing hitches, and the thought nearly drives him over. It's really not going to be long.]
Lil more? [Even as he rolls his palm against her next thrust, he pulls his finger out- enough to slide two in.]
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She almost whines a complaint at the loss of his finger and then Holy Shit there's two of them. Sir you have VERY large hands. The stretch sends a shock through her, and she barely manages to even attempt to say "yes" before it melts into a wordless, high moan. Her thighs tremble with the effort of keeping herself up enough to allow him access AND the building pressure.
Frankly, all thoughts are gone. She shifts her head to lean against his shoulder, panting, and tightens her hand around him, pumping over the head of his cock with quick, shallow strokes. ]
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He doesn't have the sense right now to keep moving his fingers to meet her, there's just a little reflexive jerk, pressing them a little more thoughtlessly against her walls.]
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And frankly, it doesn't take much more than that to push her over either, as close as she already was: the tight pressure of his fingers and the solid warmth of his palm firm against her bring her to shivering orgasm, a little louder for her part; she crests the waves each time with a low groan, her muscles-- both in and out, her thighs reflexively trying to squeeze shut-- gripping tight around him. ]
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The rest of Sett is all focused on her as she uses his hand to take herself over. The rippling contractions and the muscles compressing his hand. He dusts kisses over her skin as she comes down, sloppy, happy, open mouthed ones down anywhere he can reach.]
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That said she just kind of... gradually sags against him, boneless, breathing a little hard as she comes down and slowly relaxes. She makes a small noise at the kisses, but it's genuinely hard to tell if it's appreciation or complaint-- though what isn't hard to tell is she way she shakily and slowly nudges Sett to draw his fingers out of her. Now that the post-nut clarity has settled in so too has the ache of penetration for a woman who is very unused to it.
Aside from that, though. She does not move. Her turn to enjoy the pampering a little. ]
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His hands are mostly clean again by the time one arm curls around her to support her, and he really only interrupts his attention to her collarbone to help with some of that mess.]
Mm, thhhhhat was a great way to warm up.
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She cleans her own hands off too, before weakly flopping back against his chest, shifting her legs out from under her with QUITE some difficulty so she can sit sideways in his lap and stretch the cramps out of her calves AND remove her pants because. Well. It's a bit too late to salvage them after all that. ]
Ha... Your hands are way too big to be doing that with no warning.
[ says it kind of fussily, but doesn't actually look like she's complaining... or inclined to move away from him at all. ]
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Nnnot too sore? Got a lil excited..
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Mm. We'll see tomorrow.
[ a pause, then a bit sheepish herself: ]
... Felt really good.
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