[ he can't sign to ask if she's okay, so - - he just has to watch her, trust if that she's uncomfortable she'll tell him. his breath is rough, and when she opens her mouth he kisses the edge of it, over to the line of her jaw. she feels amazing - - it's hard not to push up and sink as deep as he can in her but he wants to make sure she's more than ready for it.
so it's steady, the pace at which he pulls, lets gravity do most of the work - - inch by inch into her, his breath hissing out of him. ]
[ he won't have to wait long, because she takes the plunge herself, presses down until he's solidly hilted in her. She's still pretty tense, tight around the whole of him, but for now-- for now the aching stretch is absurdly good, more than a little confusing. She can feel her pulse around him, muscle twinges as she slowly does her best to relax, her fingers dug tight into his shoulder.
She gives a soft little noise at the kiss-- acknowledgement or desire for more it's hard to say, but she does shakily shift her free hand down along his spine to his lower back, encouraging. ]
[ Aphelios gasps when she fully rests down on him - - hips twitching up into her, grinding for more friction, head ducked some to press little kisses onto her shoulder as if to vent how - - good it all feels.
it's not his first time but it's different with her, with Valencia, so hot and stretched around him. his fingertips dig into her skin, not too hard but enough to leave indents, as he struggles not to move in more than little pulses up into her. ]
[ oh, the grinding is nice. She shudders as he kisses her and tries to mimic it, but all of her attention is elsewhere and she mostly just gently mouths against his skin, panting softly. She's focused on the solid heat within her, unrelenting, how it nudges a little deeper and back again with each tiny movement. How her clit rubs against the base of him each time he barely separates. How his fingers dig into her skin, urging himself into and against her, as hers do the same.
It's still-- tight. She can't relax like this, holding herself up in his lap, back arched into his touch. It takes a second for her mouth to catch up to her mind before she manages to speak, her voice rough with effort. ]
I-- If I could... lay down.
[ on the bed. On the floor. She doesn't care, honestly, as long as he stays against her. ]
[ ah - - Aphelios nods; he really hadn't given much thought to the position but he's ready to move just as easily as soon as she requests it. he shifts, biting into his own lip for a moment as he feels himself shift in her.
he doesn't want to pull out so he keeps inside of her as his arm loops against her back, keeping her close as his knees lift and he rotates to let her rest down in the bed, his own hips settled between her legs. he rests on his elbows for a moment, still quite close to her, and signs - - ]
[ The movement is-- worse. Better. She openly groans as he shifts her, fingers briefly tightening in his back and shoulder.
As he lays her back though the difference is almost instant: with her back flat she exhales all of that tension in her shoulders, and her whole body just... relaxes. She lets go of him to rub her face, taking long, slow breathes as little electric currents jolt up through her belly with each of Phel's little situating movements, one of her legs loosely curled behind his thigh.
She almost doesn't see his signing, but she nods, shifting her red-faced gaze down to where they're joined now that she can see better-- and carefully reaches down between them, brushing her fingertips against the base of him where he's pressed into her. ]
[ he shudders - - it gives him a better view of her, too, able to look down and see her and where they're joined. it gives him better leverage to start to move, pulling his hips back then rocking shallowly forward into her.
he does have to brace his hands on the bed so he can't sign for that, but he doesn't want to focus on signing for now - - he just wants to watch her react to that, to feel her around him. ]
[ it's a good view, her hair all mussed on the sheets and her chest heaving with each breath, each move he makes. Her eyes are hazy as she watches him move, feels it in her, feels her own wetness on him (or on the condom, rather) with her fingertips when he draws back.
She's quiet, for a bit, just... enraptured by it all before she begins to lift her hips a bit to meet him. She gets the rhythm quickly, her whole body shuddering, tightening around him as he pulls out and accepting him smoothly when he pushes back in again, shivering out a soft, short little noise of pleasure. Her hand leaves it's place so both of them can smooth against his hips and stomach, just... touching him. ]
[ he can't be vocal in a traditional sense of it but he can in his own quiet way. as he moves his groans come out of him rough, raw, especially when he's able to hilt fully inside of her. her touching him just adds to it, and...
with a spark of realization his tentacles (still there) move, not to touch her but to help keep him upright, pushed against the sheets beside them. that frees his hands to skim his fingers down from her shoulders to her chest, thumbs brushing over her nipples, pinching lightly, just further adding to the stimulation as he rocks more fully inside of her. ]
[ His voice. It stokes that fire hotter, even as quiet and rough as they are, because it's from him, it's showing he's enjoying this. Enjoying her. She gradually catches on that his noises are-- stronger, more raw, when he presses in deep, so she presses up to meet him, squeezing as best she can. It has the double effect of feeling really fucking good, of course, but that's secondary.
The tentacles-- go ignored, actually, because by this point she's closed her eyes, focusing entirely on the physicality and noise of it all. So when Phel's wandering fingers pinch her nipples she jolts, involuntarily tensing around him and gripping his hips, and releases a high gasp. ]
[ he breathes out in a rush - - like laughter, but not mocking, more happy, ecstatic that he can have her make that sort of sound, that she can say his name that sweetly. it just encourages him, attention split now between roughly groping her chest and fucking into her, picking up his space. it's still not rough, or too fast, but it's steadier than when he started, letting her really feel when he bottoms out in her. ]
[ It's-- a lot. Too much. Not enough. His groping hands and the pressure of his hips and the obscene wet noises she can just barely hear under Aphelios' rough breathing and her own noises, grown sharper with the consistent pace. The aching stretch, almost entirely gone under the intense pleasure of the friction. The build of pleasure, almost imperceptibly slow for her at first--
-- Suddenly rocketing up on a thrust, coiling, condensing somewhere hot and tight in every muscle between her thighs. She doesn't say anything-- can't-- but her hands claw blindly for his shoulders to haul him down against her. Something in her is desperate, needs him as close as possible, wants him in her and wrapped around her and pressed against every inch he can reach-- and she cries out when comes, her whole body convulsing under him. ]
[ Aphelios' breath stalls when he feels her tighten around him - - with the effort not to move, at first, feeling her climax, but in the end he can't resist and he fucks he through it. his thrusts are rougher now, not careless but wanting, chasing his own completion - -
and the clench of her around him helps push him over that edge. there's a soft, rough cry, as rough and raw as his other sounds, and something, very, very quiet and strained as he slumps on her, pulled close - - ]
[ The noise she makes is shaky and raw as he keeps going, and logically she knows he's likely close as well. Emotionally and physically though holy shit this is a lot. Pushed past her limit isn't something she has any experience in and it feels almost so good it hurts; she grips his skin firmly, gasping when he finally succumbs atop her.
And then he says her name.
Val's frozen, for a second. Then she loosens her grip on him, but only so she can shift her hands up, into his hair and over his shoulders. With a pathetic wavering noise in her throat she peppers his neck-- or anywhere she can reach, without moving him-- with warm, affectionate kisses. shivering as they both come down. ]
[ he's catching his breath - - it's uneven, muffled as his head tips down to press lips against her hair, hand lifting to stroke the side of her face. he doesn't pull out, quite yet, wanting to linger in this as long as he can, both of them coming down from their high, only the tentacles stopping him from just resting his full weight on her. ]
[ well, she doesn't seem to mind much, content to just hold Phel against her until "pulling out" becomes less of an option as he softens.
By that point she's come down and starting to feel the after effects more clearly. But it's warm and comfortable and the idea of leaving Aphelios even just to briefly clean up right now makes her heart hurt a bit. Her hips ache though.... ]
[ his head tips to be able to meet her gaze again, somewhat bleary,letting out a questioning sound. he still doesn't seem intent on moving, the tentacles caging them in. ]
[ -- that does pull a slightly overstimulated noise out of her, so enjoy that. But once he's pulled back she just kind of. Oozes against the sheets for a second with a long sigh, watching him with half-lidded eyes.
Her expression twists a little at the sweet expression, but she lets him finish that up before she scoots in close to him again, leaning her head on his shoulder. ]
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so it's steady, the pace at which he pulls, lets gravity do most of the work - - inch by inch into her, his breath hissing out of him. ]
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She gives a soft little noise at the kiss-- acknowledgement or desire for more it's hard to say, but she does shakily shift her free hand down along his spine to his lower back, encouraging. ]
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it's not his first time but it's different with her, with Valencia, so hot and stretched around him. his fingertips dig into her skin, not too hard but enough to leave indents, as he struggles not to move in more than little pulses up into her. ]
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It's still-- tight. She can't relax like this, holding herself up in his lap, back arched into his touch. It takes a second for her mouth to catch up to her mind before she manages to speak, her voice rough with effort. ]
I-- If I could... lay down.
[ on the bed. On the floor. She doesn't care, honestly, as long as he stays against her. ]
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he doesn't want to pull out so he keeps inside of her as his arm loops against her back, keeping her close as his knees lift and he rotates to let her rest down in the bed, his own hips settled between her legs. he rests on his elbows for a moment, still quite close to her, and signs - - ]
"Like this?"
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As he lays her back though the difference is almost instant: with her back flat she exhales all of that tension in her shoulders, and her whole body just... relaxes. She lets go of him to rub her face, taking long, slow breathes as little electric currents jolt up through her belly with each of Phel's little situating movements, one of her legs loosely curled behind his thigh.
She almost doesn't see his signing, but she nods, shifting her red-faced gaze down to where they're joined now that she can see better-- and carefully reaches down between them, brushing her fingertips against the base of him where he's pressed into her. ]
Mm... good.
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he does have to brace his hands on the bed so he can't sign for that, but he doesn't want to focus on signing for now - - he just wants to watch her react to that, to feel her around him. ]
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She's quiet, for a bit, just... enraptured by it all before she begins to lift her hips a bit to meet him. She gets the rhythm quickly, her whole body shuddering, tightening around him as he pulls out and accepting him smoothly when he pushes back in again, shivering out a soft, short little noise of pleasure. Her hand leaves it's place so both of them can smooth against his hips and stomach, just... touching him. ]
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with a spark of realization his tentacles (still there) move, not to touch her but to help keep him upright, pushed against the sheets beside them. that frees his hands to skim his fingers down from her shoulders to her chest, thumbs brushing over her nipples, pinching lightly, just further adding to the stimulation as he rocks more fully inside of her. ]
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The tentacles-- go ignored, actually, because by this point she's closed her eyes, focusing entirely on the physicality and noise of it all. So when Phel's wandering fingers pinch her nipples she jolts, involuntarily tensing around him and gripping his hips, and releases a high gasp. ]
Aph-- elios!
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-- Suddenly rocketing up on a thrust, coiling, condensing somewhere hot and tight in every muscle between her thighs. She doesn't say anything-- can't-- but her hands claw blindly for his shoulders to haul him down against her. Something in her is desperate, needs him as close as possible, wants him in her and wrapped around her and pressed against every inch he can reach-- and she cries out when comes, her whole body convulsing under him. ]
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and the clench of her around him helps push him over that edge. there's a soft, rough cry, as rough and raw as his other sounds, and something, very, very quiet and strained as he slumps on her, pulled close - - ]
Val.
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And then he says her name.
Val's frozen, for a second. Then she loosens her grip on him, but only so she can shift her hands up, into his hair and over his shoulders. With a pathetic wavering noise in her throat she peppers his neck-- or anywhere she can reach, without moving him-- with warm, affectionate kisses. shivering as they both come down. ]
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By that point she's come down and starting to feel the after effects more clearly. But it's warm and comfortable and the idea of leaving Aphelios even just to briefly clean up right now makes her heart hurt a bit. Her hips ache though.... ]
... Aphelios...
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... Should probably take the condom off. Before things get too sticky.
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Aphelios SIGHS. accepts defeat, pushes himself up with his tentacles to pull out, slow and careful. ]
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... god, he's pretty. ]
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It's only after that he actually shifts to take the condom off, wrapping it up. ]
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Her expression twists a little at the sweet expression, but she lets him finish that up before she scoots in close to him again, leaning her head on his shoulder. ]
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Did you-- enjoy it?
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