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[The jacket falls to the ground behind him, and he opens her shirt - not even waiting for it to be off before groping her breast in his hand, squeezing them roughly as he goes in for another kiss. Tongue probing, invading her mouth like he owns the place.]

[ that gives her heart a flutter, and she groans against his mouth, twining her tongue against his, eagerly; her hands go to pushing up the hem of his shirt to feel her way up the firm muscle. ]

[She can feel a deep, pleased hum reverberate in his throat from the heady rush of being felt up and explored. Even when he surfaces for air, he dives back in with renewed passion, stripping her top off so he let his hands roam all across her skin.]

[ she's happy to help by slipping her arms out of her bra straps, and at the next break for air, tugs his shirt all the way off, pressing against him and the warmth of his skin.

her kisses sloppily drift sideways to the corner of his mouth, then down his neck with a drag of her teeth, nipping at the skin. ]

[He inhales sharply, the feeling of teeth against his skin sparking a growing heat deep in his core. He turns his head to nip at her ear in return, hot breath down the nape of her neck as he purrs against her lobe.]

Now, how to best make this memorable...

[ she breathes out against his skin, and smooths her hands down his sides and hooking her thumbs in the band of his pants. ]

As if I could ever forget any of this.

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[His hands come to rest on her wrists, rubbing his thumb along the soft underside of her arm. Voice low, he murmurs into her ear,]

I think... if you wanna fuck on this terrace so badly, maybe I should tie you to it.

[ a sharp intake of breath, and a little whine in the back of her throat as she shivers— ]

I'm in your—very capable hands. So—fuck, please—

[Thank goodness this outfit comes with a bunch of belts

His grip on her wrists tightens. Giving her a cocky little smirk, he relishes the anticipation in her voice for a moment - before spinning her around and roughly slamming her down against the bannister, with her hands behind her back.]

You did pay for the place. You should enjoy the view.

[ holy shit

she has to catch her breath for a long moment, almost panting, and her heart's suddenly hammering in her throat. ]

You're—you're so good to me, how did I even manage...

Don't thank me just yet.

[Clamping both wrists with one hand, his other goes to unfasten the belts around his thighs. His own pulse is racing, it takes all his focus not to fumble with them too long - but quickly enough, they come undone and he deftly wraps each wrist with a belt.]

Ah—

[ a flex off each wrist to test the restraint, and she makes a low, satisfied noise; there's a coiling heat settling between her legs, and her breath catches in heady anticipation. ]

[He slings her arms over the side of the railing and fastens them to the posts, far enough that she was forced to stay bent over, ass out over the banister. Totally exposed... with just enough room that she could crane her head to see him.

He steps back to examine his work.]

How does it feel?

[ exposed, but this is their space for them and only them—there's something deeply arousing about that which brings a flush to her features.

she turns her neck to glance back at him, eyes half-lidded. ]

...like I'm yours. So—perfect.

[He smiles, and slowly, suggestively, begins to unbutton his pants in view of her.]

Good. S'starting to feel tight in these...

[Enjoy the strip show, Shrike. As he slips out of his pants, the hard bulge in his boxers are very apparent.]

[ somehow it's possible for her to flush even darker, and she blinks back at him, through her white lashes, transfixed, though she manages to quirk a smile and quip— ]

I, ah—can't believe the most handsome man in the city is my husband...

[He runs his hand through her hair, none too gently pulling her braid apart and angling her head back.]

Aw, now you're just buttering me up. You must really want this, don't you...?

[Slipping a hand to his waistband, he starts to slide his boxers down, revealing his erect cock. Before she can reply, though, he steals a kiss from her lips, untangling from her hair and running that palm down the length of her naked back.]

Ah—!

[ she cries out as he tugs her braid apart—soon enough muffled by his lips, but she hums a pleased sound against his mouth as he runs a hand down her back—

she can feel that she's already slick, waiting for him; fuck, she really wants this a whole lot. ]

[He murmurs against her lips as he pulls away,]

Let's get you out of those pants.

[Both hands are trailing down her back now, around her hips. They unfasten her buttons and begin to slide beneath the fabric, before pulling them down to her knees.

As for her underwear, well... he trails a finger between her legs first, feeling the moisture already soaking into her panties.]

You're so wet already...

[ she shivers, and makes a small, needy gasp at his touch. ]

What... can I say, you’re—really going for all my weak points...

[He gets to his knees as he peels her panties down over her ass, puts his mouth to her lips and runs his tongue through the slit.]

Like that...?

Nnh, ah—

[ her knees buckle for just a split second at the stroke of his tongue, and she leans more heavily on the railing, pressing her hips lightly back against him. ]

L-like that.

[He chuckles, taking pity on her and sliding the rest of her pants and underwear off her legs - sparing no expense to feel up the gorgeous muscle of her thighs and calves as he did so.]

Just wanna taste you a little more...

[Holding on to one of her legs to keep her stable, he spreads her cheek with the other and begins to lap at her pussy, tongue snaking through her folds and inside of her.]

[ she helps step out of her pants, lightly kicking them to the side and—oh. oh.

a desperate moan escapes her lips, and she collapses against the railing, gripping the bars tightly as she arches to push her hips back against his tongue. ]

[The angle is different than what he's used to, so he ends up using that hand to feel under the fold to rediscover how to reach her clit. He alternates, sliding his tongue down and around it, and slipping it inside as he relishes the sound of desperation in her.]

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