[ He's clearly on the brink, while she's still on her way, but that's fine—she knew what she was doing, before, and she knows what she's doing now. She continues her rhythmic motion, and, through the haze of sensation, draws her thumbnail in a line across his collarbone. ]
[At her permission, he finally groans and shudders beneath her, gushing into her before going slack. Stars dance at the edge of his vision, blinding and blissful as it overtakes him. Griffin squeezes her hand tight, an anchor to the physical world.]
Nngh...
[Only when he washes up in the afterglow does his grip soften. He breathes out slowly, stroking her arm as his eyes refocus to gaze at her lovingly.]
[He lets his tongue roam her mouth, playing against hers as he drank in every hitch of breath and sound coaxed out by his fingers down below. Shrike was already so wet from taking his cock, and he wanted to keep her roused.
His lips leave hers, with some reluctance, drawing back as he let his teeth gaze over her bottom lip. Enough to make her miss him. Then he smiles, and backs himself so he was between her legs.]
[ She definitely misses him immediately when he pulls back, reaching out for him even as she makes a pleased gasp at his teeth scraping over her lip. The raw need inside her is overwhelming, the relentless working of his fingers between her legs focusing the whole world into a single point that just includes the two of them.
When she sees where he’s going, though, she flushes a deeper color, and squirms a little—she hadn’t expected more, but—oh, she wants it. ]
[ She knows this is surely beyond the sort of thing he's used to doing, but that he's trying so hard, for her, even though she'd never ask...
The corners of her vision go fuzzy, and her hands grasp for anything they can hold—the blankets, his hand, his hair. It's delicate touch, but every inch of her tingles, alive, warm— ]
[If he had room in his mouth, he'd beg forgiveness for his own lack of technique - but her reaction helps, urging him to continue.
The taste, to his surprise, isn't as bad as his puritanical mind had imagined. Kind of salty, a little musky? But it makes him mildly annoyed at how pervasive his teachings were, in sowing stigma.
Out of curiosity (and a little rebelliousness), he drags a long, slow lick over her slit, wondering how much of that wetness was her and how much might be him, mingled in there. Then, he gets to massaging her clit with his tongue.]
[ The slow drag of his tongue over her folds, up onto and around her clit causes her to buck toward him, back arching into the sheets; her voice pitches upwards in the back of her throat as she gasps.
She eases her legs wider, knees splaying out. If this was pure physical satisfaction it would still be good, but she can feel his determination to please, the love he puts into it, and it more than makes up for experience or technique. ]
[That was a good response. So he does it again, subtly different each time to test what her body was most sensitive to. A little slower here, a little firmer, a low hum in his throat as he kisses her sex deeply.
His hands massage her inner thighs as they spread out for him, squeezing like he never wanted to let her go. If only his tongue were longer - a thought he never could've imagined having before.]
[ Her breaths shorten to little gasps, and her legs flex, toes curling against the wave of sensation. One of her hands clasps over his digging into her thigh, the other finding his upper back—half the nearest thing to being able to hold him from here, half an instinctive motion to press him closer. ]
[At her insistence, he presses deeper with his tongue, as far as he can go. But it's still not deep enough - he needs to get help from his fingers to really get in, stroking her inner walls to push her even further.
Griffin's other hand entwines with hers, squeezing hard to be with her as she nears the peak.]
[ Her fingers tighten against his hand as her voice rises in pitch and her back arches hard into the blankets beneath them as the insistent pressure of his tongue and the friction of his fingers push her over the edge into helpless abandon, words giving way to blissed-out panting.
If she could make words come out right at this moment, though, it'd be an endless repetition of I love you. ]
[Griffin gives her sex one last kiss before bending back up-- exhausted but feeling very much accomplished in his task. His fingers slide out, and massage the region as Shrike rides out her climax.
He climbs over to her to admire her face properly once more, and to kiss her as he murmurs, in all adoration,]
[ It takes her a second to compose herself, but she smiles easily, warmly, and loops her arms around his neck, looking up at him through her eyelashes. ]
[Griffin didn't think it was possible for him to melt into even more of a mushy puddle, but here he is - smiling so hard, it made his face hurt and his chest ache.]
No matter how many Hells there are... I can bear it all if you're there.
[Brushing hair out of her perfect, sweat soaked brow, he relaxes with a bashful laugh,]
[He settles down against her, in the crook of her body, nestled all warm and intimate. A hand wanders over to touch the bite she'd left on his neck, carefully, like a precious thing.]
It felt... like I belonged to you. Down to my soul.
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's fine. Hey. Come for me, all right?
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Nngh...
[Only when he washes up in the afterglow does his grip soften. He breathes out slowly, stroking her arm as his eyes refocus to gaze at her lovingly.]
You're... incredible.
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I mean, I, ah... might've gotten a little advice.
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I should give'em a medal. And you...
[He kisses her tenderly, letting his hand slide down the washboard contours of her stomach - down, to stroke her still needy folds.]
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and shifts one leg to wrap over his on instinct, hips rocking forward to press into his touch better. ]
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His lips leave hers, with some reluctance, drawing back as he let his teeth gaze over her bottom lip. Enough to make her miss him. Then he smiles, and backs himself so he was between her legs.]
You deserve... more.
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When she sees where he’s going, though, she flushes a deeper color, and squirms a little—she hadn’t expected more, but—oh, she wants it. ]
You’re—you really—
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[He leans down, letting his hot breath wash over her parts as he speaks,] It's only fair.
[...The idea was still the same as using his fingers right? He was really hoping that he could go by her reactions. Since this was a first. Hoo boy.
Griffin kisses the hood of her clit, sucking lightly on it as he teased his tongue just under its edge.]
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[ She knows this is surely beyond the sort of thing he's used to doing, but that he's trying so hard, for her, even though she'd never ask...
The corners of her vision go fuzzy, and her hands grasp for anything they can hold—the blankets, his hand, his hair. It's delicate touch, but every inch of her tingles, alive, warm— ]
Th...that's, ah, please...
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The taste, to his surprise, isn't as bad as his puritanical mind had imagined. Kind of salty, a little musky? But it makes him mildly annoyed at how pervasive his teachings were, in sowing stigma.
Out of curiosity (and a little rebelliousness), he drags a long, slow lick over her slit, wondering how much of that wetness was her and how much might be him, mingled in there. Then, he gets to massaging her clit with his tongue.]
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She eases her legs wider, knees splaying out. If this was pure physical satisfaction it would still be good, but she can feel his determination to please, the love he puts into it, and it more than makes up for experience or technique. ]
Hh, Griffin...
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His hands massage her inner thighs as they spread out for him, squeezing like he never wanted to let her go. If only his tongue were longer - a thought he never could've imagined having before.]
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Griffin's other hand entwines with hers, squeezing hard to be with her as she nears the peak.]
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[ Her fingers tighten against his hand as her voice rises in pitch and her back arches hard into the blankets beneath them as the insistent pressure of his tongue and the friction of his fingers push her over the edge into helpless abandon, words giving way to blissed-out panting.
If she could make words come out right at this moment, though, it'd be an endless repetition of I love you. ]
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He climbs over to her to admire her face properly once more, and to kiss her as he murmurs, in all adoration,]
I love you.
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I love you, too. I'll love you forever.
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No matter how many Hells there are... I can bear it all if you're there.
[Brushing hair out of her perfect, sweat soaked brow, he relaxes with a bashful laugh,]
...my jaw is really sore, though.
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[ she tugs him closer, to hold him against her; now, in the afterglow, it’s time to fully soak in the cozy warmth of the room together. ]
...the little bit of biting, though, was that... good? For you?
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I guess I'll need more practice...
[He settles down against her, in the crook of her body, nestled all warm and intimate. A hand wanders over to touch the bite she'd left on his neck, carefully, like a precious thing.]
It felt... like I belonged to you. Down to my soul.
[Maybe too vague.] ...Yeah. It was good.
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It was good, though. Thank goodness. She nuzzles her face into his neck and against the warmth of his skin. ]
I thought it might—I mean, it seems like we like an amount of the same things, and—mm.
[ ...which she can't even bring herself to be embarrassed about right now, warm and comfortable and relaxed. ]
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Sheepish and similarly flushed, he ventures,]
I guess... we oughta take turns....... giving orders?
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I, ah... I mean. I'm pretty sure I'd enjoy that, so if you don't mind...
It was a little fun to be on the other side of it, though, and um—see you react like that. So, taking turns sounds... nice.
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Griffin smoothes her hair some more and ponders,]
I am a lot more aggressive after a potion........ if you're into that.
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Iiiiiiiiii certainly could be
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