[His laugh trails off into a pleased moan in his throat as her kisses start to wander, rolling his head to give her the access she deserved.
That happy moan stops when she rolls on top of him though, replaced by breathless awe. He tilts his bare neck up like a subconscious offering to her, worship and anticipation in his eyes.]
[ Haha gods help it's working WHAT DOES SHE DO NOW, that kind of adoration flusters her so easily, but—the way he reacts, the look in his eyes: that's direction enough. She trails her lips down from his jaw down the side of his neck, all the while her hands finding the buttons of his shirt to undo them.
...on a moment of inspiration, she breathes out against his neck, scraping her teeth lightly along in the wake of her lips, to see how that gets received. ]
[A soft gasp moves through him as he feels the teeth against his neck, instincts tightening to a razor focus. At first he tenses from the inherent threat of it, but as he accepts her dominance, his body relaxes with a soft growl beneath her.
It's like taming a wild beast - knowing that this creature of extreme, unfettered violence was allowing her to claim him at his most vulnerable. He brings a hand up to stroke her hair, as though gently urging her with further permission.]
[ She's a little startled at the growl, but—she had sort of been thinking that... she wouldn't mind seeing that side of him a little bit. She wants to love every side of him, after all, and—the sense of permission and his hand soft against her hair, it's exhilarating to have that kind of trust.
Her palms press against his chest under the fabric of his shirt, pulling the lapels apart, and emboldened, she nips at his neck a little harder, just enough to leave a little bit of a red mark; her breath falls heavy against his skin. ]
[His breathing grows heavy as he feels the skin pinch, a flash of heat in his chest, behind his eyes - he knows he was marked. It sparks a howl in his soul like a crashing wave, one that dashes itself into a mist against the rocks. Rage and submission, a humbling before a greater power.
He wants to worship her all the more for it - that indomitable power she has called love.
His hands caress her from her temples down to the sides of her neck, framing her reverently, before forming a loose embrace over her shoulders. Griffin's eyes flicker with gold as he nuzzles his face against the top of her head, whispering,]
You made your claim - what're you gonna do with it?
[ She leans into his hands, and closes her eyes for a moment, sinking into the touch. She's trying not to lose her nerve—she's tensed like a coiled spring, but it's a good kind of tension, an anticipatory one, that's a little strange to feel.
Resting one palm against his jaw, thumb pushing up a little at his chin, she gives him a slightly lopsided smile. ]
[ She sighs, content, and shrugs her arms fully out of the straps so that he can finish unhooking her bra before dragging her hands up his thighs and setting to work herself at his belt and the buttons of his pants.
Her heart feels like it's going to pound out of her chest with fluttery yearning; she has to remind herself patience, patience, not to rush herself out of nerves. But it turns out it doesn't feel so bad, taking charge. ]
[Turns out this was just training for taking leadership of avante]
[Griffin shifts his hips to more easily allow her to slip him out of his pants. At the same time he slides his palms beneath her clothes, across the contours of her body - they come to a rest at her hips, his fingers dipping just under the threshold of her tights.
He kisses her collarbone reverently, bowing his head to her as each one traces her bust. Please, waiting is so hard...]
[ She slides his pants down, hooking her thumbs into his boxers and tugs, letting them fall toward the edge of the bed and letting her hands graze over his ass.
His hands and lips on her skin make her breath hitch in the back of her throat, a whine escaping, and she leans back against him as he helps strip off her tights, shifting a little bit to help them get over her knees, all the while nuzzling her face against his hair, pressing kisses along the outer rim of his ear and nibbling at the lobe. ]
[As they both shuffle off the last of their clothes, Griffin feels his cock prick with anticipation, the promise that her skin against his skin whispered to it. He rumbles with contentment as well, a proud sort of gratification when Shrike feels his ass - knowing that his body pleased her.
In return, he lets his palms slide over her thighs, warming them - powerful, toned with impressive muscle. Beautiful.
He breathes out low, a smile on his lips as she showered affection against his ear. The heat of her lips and her breath cascades over him in a warm shiver.]
[ She didn't even have to say it exactly and he still knows—she sighs against him, smiling with relaxed, complete contentment, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers. It takes everything she has to not just melt into his touch and let it carry her away—
—instead she gives him a light push against his shoulders to land his back fully against the bed, her right hand skating up the inside of his thigh with the slight graze of her fingernails. ]
I just want to give you everything I can, you know.
[Goddammit it's so hot when she pushes him down. Even gentle as it is, the act of taking command over him just makes Griffin want more. To give her his full obedience.
He bites his lip at the sharp bite of fingernail across his inner thigh, pulling his anticipation even more taut. His dick responds in kind as well, going hard with longing.]
I know. You've already given me more than I've ever dreamed.
[He wants to make her feel good in return. His hands slide up, caressing her breasts and running his thumb encouragingly over her nipples.]
[ She makes a whine in the back of her throat at his touch, and her back arches instinctively—fuck, she's so weak to this and she couldn't be happier about it.
There's something she wanted to do, though, as much as a warm desire is taking root inside her— ]
Here, let me—
[ Her fingers find the base of his cock, and she runs her thumb up the shaft to graze over the head. She pulls back a little bit, and bends, so she can take him into her mouth. ]
[He whines at the sheer sensitivity of his cock in her hands, but that feeling multiplies tenfold when he, with a slight air of alarm, sees her bend over and swallows it. Oh god. She's actually--
Whatever cursory protest was in his mind disappears, replaced by the pitched gasp as he melts into the hot, wet cavern of her mouth - so tactile, her breath, her tongue, all playing against him. And the fact that she'd debase herself to do it... that's the catholic guilt!
His voice is all at once stunned, quivering with pleasure and appreciation, and hesitant, and he reaches down to stroke her hair with love and wonder.]
[ Shrike hums against him as she drags her lips back up his shaft to run her tongue over the head again. It’s not really part of the role she’s been playing a little—the sort of thing she’d expect to do if the other person in the equation was taking charge—but here it still feels like a sort of assertion, giving him this pleasure.
She leans into his hand against her hair, closing her eyes; her hands come to grip at his muscled thighs and their warmth. Part of her is aching already, and she knows she’s already slick, a persistent heat between her own thighs, but—she’s patient, and every gasp of his as she takes him is gratifying enough for now. ]
[One might think that Shrike wasn't in charge in this position. And yet every dip of her head, every slide of her tongue has Griffin utterly at her mercy. How UNFAIR it was that he could barely hold her from where he lay, helpless - reduced to clutching the bedsheets with his free hand.
He tries so hard to keep from crying out, but soon he's lost himself in desperate, breathy moans. And from where her hands held onto his thighs, his muscles practically quiver with need, so exposed, instinctively spreading wider in submission.]
[ It hadn't entirely been her intention to try and get him to come like this, but she's tempted to keep going, with the way he's reacting. She adjusts and grips at his hips, and then surfaces for air, panting, pulling herself up a little. ]
[He can't possibly consider the idea of coming in her mouth, because-- even for sex, it felt too dirty...? He didn't feel worthy of it, no matter how pleased she looked. He had to hold himself back, for this much at least.
But when faced with a choice? He looks dazed, flush with wonder and disbelief. Biting down on his lip, he reaches a hand out to clasp Shrike's for confidence. Even still his voice is an awestruck croak,]
[ she breathes out, with a little bit of a laugh— ]
Fuck, I’m dying for it.
[ —and grips his hand back to pull herself forward to straddle him properly, hips over hips. Steadying herself, she loosely grips his cock with her free hand, holding it in place, as she shifts to ease herself onto him, punctuated by occasional little gasps. By the time she’s taken him fully, she’s holding his hand tight. ]
[He can't help but laugh weakly too, that she'd be longing for it as well. Griffin squeezes her hand back, shuddering as he feels the tightness of her body close in around his cock.]
O-oh god. You're so wet already...
[Just from sucking him off? Griffin bites down on his lip, just-- awestruck at her. At how lucky he was. He... had to give back to her in return. In his heart, he swore it. For now, his hips rock against hers, steadily coaxing her toward the bliss she craved.]
[ She rolls her hips in time with him, rising on her knees only to grind back down against him, a shuddering moan in the back of her throat. Her other hand presses down against his shoulder to hold herself up, nails digging into his skin. ]
Hhhhh, it's just, I love you, I love what you do to me.
[Griffin clenches his teeth, trying to keep himself from too early a release. He could tell it'd be in vain, considering how far he got from oral alone, but he had to draw it out.]
I-I should be saying that. I... I think I'm gonna--
[He grips Shrike's thigh tightly with his right and throws his head back, trying to fix his mind on anything other than how full his chest was with love, how good her body felt around him... even as the pressure building up in him was blinding. In the end, the bite of her nails pierces through his thoughts - with a gasp, Griffin goes stiff, right on the precipice...]
[ 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.]
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That happy moan stops when she rolls on top of him though, replaced by breathless awe. He tilts his bare neck up like a subconscious offering to her, worship and anticipation in his eyes.]
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...on a moment of inspiration, she breathes out against his neck, scraping her teeth lightly along in the wake of her lips, to see how that gets received. ]
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[A soft gasp moves through him as he feels the teeth against his neck, instincts tightening to a razor focus. At first he tenses from the inherent threat of it, but as he accepts her dominance, his body relaxes with a soft growl beneath her.
It's like taming a wild beast - knowing that this creature of extreme, unfettered violence was allowing her to claim him at his most vulnerable. He brings a hand up to stroke her hair, as though gently urging her with further permission.]
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Her palms press against his chest under the fabric of his shirt, pulling the lapels apart, and emboldened, she nips at his neck a little harder, just enough to leave a little bit of a red mark; her breath falls heavy against his skin. ]
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He wants to worship her all the more for it - that indomitable power she has called love.
His hands caress her from her temples down to the sides of her neck, framing her reverently, before forming a loose embrace over her shoulders. Griffin's eyes flicker with gold as he nuzzles his face against the top of her head, whispering,]
You made your claim - what're you gonna do with it?
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Resting one palm against his jaw, thumb pushing up a little at his chin, she gives him a slightly lopsided smile. ]
Help me get undressed, and I'll show you.
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A low purr:] Yes ma'am.
[Once he's worked his way to the bottom, he pushes it over her shoulders and, one by one, peels each bra strap from its place as well.]
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[ She sighs, content, and shrugs her arms fully out of the straps so that he can finish unhooking her bra before dragging her hands up his thighs and setting to work herself at his belt and the buttons of his pants.
Her heart feels like it's going to pound out of her chest with fluttery yearning; she has to remind herself patience, patience, not to rush herself out of nerves. But it turns out it doesn't feel so bad, taking charge. ]
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[Griffin shifts his hips to more easily allow her to slip him out of his pants. At the same time he slides his palms beneath her clothes, across the contours of her body - they come to a rest at her hips, his fingers dipping just under the threshold of her tights.
He kisses her collarbone reverently, bowing his head to her as each one traces her bust. Please, waiting is so hard...]
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[ She slides his pants down, hooking her thumbs into his boxers and tugs, letting them fall toward the edge of the bed and letting her hands graze over his ass.
His hands and lips on her skin make her breath hitch in the back of her throat, a whine escaping, and she leans back against him as he helps strip off her tights, shifting a little bit to help them get over her knees, all the while nuzzling her face against his hair, pressing kisses along the outer rim of his ear and nibbling at the lobe. ]
Haah—gods, I want you so badly.
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In return, he lets his palms slide over her thighs, warming them - powerful, toned with impressive muscle. Beautiful.
He breathes out low, a smile on his lips as she showered affection against his ear. The heat of her lips and her breath cascades over him in a warm shiver.]
I love you too.
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—instead she gives him a light push against his shoulders to land his back fully against the bed, her right hand skating up the inside of his thigh with the slight graze of her fingernails. ]
I just want to give you everything I can, you know.
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He bites his lip at the sharp bite of fingernail across his inner thigh, pulling his anticipation even more taut. His dick responds in kind as well, going hard with longing.]
I know. You've already given me more than I've ever dreamed.
[He wants to make her feel good in return. His hands slide up, caressing her breasts and running his thumb encouragingly over her nipples.]
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[ She makes a whine in the back of her throat at his touch, and her back arches instinctively—fuck, she's so weak to this and she couldn't be happier about it.
There's something she wanted to do, though, as much as a warm desire is taking root inside her— ]
Here, let me—
[ Her fingers find the base of his cock, and she runs her thumb up the shaft to graze over the head. She pulls back a little bit, and bends, so she can take him into her mouth. ]
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Whatever cursory protest was in his mind disappears, replaced by the pitched gasp as he melts into the hot, wet cavern of her mouth - so tactile, her breath, her tongue, all playing against him. And the fact that she'd debase herself to do it...
that's the catholic guilt!His voice is all at once stunned, quivering with pleasure and appreciation, and hesitant, and he reaches down to stroke her hair with love and wonder.]
O-oh god... Shrike...
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She leans into his hand against her hair, closing her eyes; her hands come to grip at his muscled thighs and their warmth. Part of her is aching already, and she knows she’s already slick, a persistent heat between her own thighs, but—she’s patient, and every gasp of his as she takes him is gratifying enough for now. ]
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He tries so hard to keep from crying out, but soon he's lost himself in desperate, breathy moans. And from where her hands held onto his thighs, his muscles practically quiver with need, so exposed, instinctively spreading wider in submission.]
Haah... oh fuck, please...
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Hhhh... how do you want me, love.
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But when faced with a choice? He looks dazed, flush with wonder and disbelief. Biting down on his lip, he reaches a hand out to clasp Shrike's for confidence. Even still his voice is an awestruck croak,]
I-- wanna see you ride me, babe.
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Fuck, I’m dying for it.
[ —and grips his hand back to pull herself forward to straddle him properly, hips over hips. Steadying herself, she loosely grips his cock with her free hand, holding it in place, as she shifts to ease herself onto him, punctuated by occasional little gasps. By the time she’s taken him fully, she’s holding his hand tight. ]
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O-oh god. You're so wet already...
[Just from sucking him off? Griffin bites down on his lip, just-- awestruck at her. At how lucky he was. He... had to give back to her in return. In his heart, he swore it. For now, his hips rock against hers, steadily coaxing her toward the bliss she craved.]
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[ She rolls her hips in time with him, rising on her knees only to grind back down against him, a shuddering moan in the back of her throat. Her other hand presses down against his shoulder to hold herself up, nails digging into his skin. ]
Hhhhh, it's just, I love you, I love what you do to me.
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I-I should be saying that. I... I think I'm gonna--
[He grips Shrike's thigh tightly with his right and throws his head back, trying to fix his mind on anything other than how full his chest was with love, how good her body felt around him... even as the pressure building up in him was blinding. In the end, the bite of her nails pierces through his thoughts - with a gasp, Griffin goes stiff, right on the precipice...]
Shrike...
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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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