[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.]
[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.]
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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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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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