[Lacking a proper robe, he ended up with one of his jackets draped over him, held closed by his one good hand. Also, unlaced up boots. (because barefoot on grass is fine, and boots on grass is fine, but stockings on grass is WEIRD???)
As a reflex, he looks around in case there were other people, even though logically there was no way there would be. Face fully red, he closes the door behind him... before turning to see Shrike.
oh..........
His heart's going so fast he feels like he's about to die. He's forgotten how to breathe.]
[ she looks down, when she sees him, and... has a self-conscious moment, just briefly, but then she tugs the blanket to spill off her shoulders to the ground, rubbing lightly at her face with her other hand, as if it could suppress the flush rising to her cheeks.
because—oh, he... he looks so handsome, and honestly she hadn't even expected him to wear the stockings, but it's... a really good look, and she only looks slightly sheepish at looking him up and down as she rises to her feet. ]
[ she shifts slightly, standing, and pauses, mid-movement, as the end that isn't visible shifts inside of her and she makes a deeply flustered expression— ]
It's, ah—definitely comfortable, all of it...
[ she tucks a lock of slightly-damp hair behind her ear, and steps closer to him, so that she can very gently alight her fingers against his chest. ]
[Ah... Feeling safe with such intimate closeness, Nero lets his jacket part, revealing the straps snug against his chest. He lets his gaze fall, shyly reaching his hand out to touch the loose fabric of her chemise.]
It's weird, even with the coat, I... I can't stop thinking about it. The way-- my body feels, and what I want you to do to it.
It's... easier to feel like wanting things is okay, when I'm with you. Sort of... like that? So I'm glad you can tell me about those things, too.
[ she traces the straps of his garment lightly running her index finger lightly just below the edge of the top part, and then hooks her fingers under it to tug him closer. ]
...I admit I'd had an idle thought or two before about doing something like this.
[He's pulled in with a hitch of breath, eyes widening with faint surprise - it feels like his entire body is soaked in arousal, and obediently, he shrugs away his coat. Bare shoulders and arms, his exposed body, wrapped up for his wife...
He runs his hand along her side, in awe of her. It was like looking at an angel.]
Sort of like that.
I didn't think I'd feel more... vulnerable than just being naked. But 'cause I feel safe, with you, um.
[She'd be able to feel a shiver run through his whole body, his hips squirming against the silicone dick. Rubbing against it ever so slightly with his crotch, in yearning.
His hands wrap loosely around her, and he presses a kiss to her breast.]
You're-- radiant. I dunno a better word for it than that.
He tries to muster his usual cocky smile, but it's severely cut with flustered shyness]
Well. I'm gonna have to take that as a challenge, then.
[He lets his hand wander over the rim of her harness, coming to caress the shaft of the dildo with his hands. Running his fingers over it to feel its texture - and likely shifting it against her in the process.]
[ oh, that's—it moves inside her, a little bit, where she's sensitive, and she makes a quiet noise in the back of her throat. it was easy to ignore when she was just sitting still, mostly, but...
...she hooks her thumbs in the band of his panties, and draws her fingers up the outline of his cock. ]
Mm... well, you might need to tell me what feels best for you, since I don't really know...
[ she runs two fingers up and down his shaft, through the fabric, although with her other hand she's nudging him toward the blanket spread on the grass.
she sort of leans in close to his ear, speaking in a murmur— ]
Do you want to be underneath looking up at me? Or is it better if I hold you from behind and fuck you that way...
[ it's okay they can both fumble through this together because: she too is dying and she understands the principle but in practice: ??????
she tugs down the bottoms of his ensemble, peeling the fabric off of him and over his thighs—marveling a little bit at how clearly aroused he is already, before taking the little bottle from him and... promptly gets way more than she was aiming for on her hand, but at least that's not a bad thing. ]
Here, um—
[ she nudges his legs a little further apart, spreading his cheeks with her free hand, and feels between them for his hole—carefully circling it with her lubed-up finger, exploratory, watching his reactions. ]
[He angles his hips so she can more easily part his cheeks with one hand, inhaling sharply as her finger squeezes past the sphincter. The tightness inside is distinctly different than what she'd be used to, a more powerful suction from inside that makes it clear that this was trespass, of a sort. Nero takes deep breaths, trying to keep the muscle relaxed.
But when she hooks against part of that wall, he can't help but gasp openly. His head tilts back with a pinched moan,]
[ it's... really kind of gratifying to watch how it affects him. she presses her finger in further, very slowly, but remembers that—making sure to stroke in that direction with the pad of her index finger every now and again.
using her other hand, she spreads the lube over her middle finger, too, in preparation for when it seems like he can take two, and settles a little closer in-between his legs—though the movement causes her to suck in a sharp hiss of a breath, and make a small, needy noise of her own. ]
[He squirms a little every time she rubs inside him, the heat in his loins growing. That finger was just-- so curious as it coaxed his hole. Shrike was... already inside him. Ah...
He strokes his own erection a few times as he gives her an light-headed, encouraging smile.]
[ a gentle crook of her fingers, as she spreads them apart a little to make way for something more substantial to come. At the same time, she leans down to take the head of his cock in her mouth, circling her tongue around the tip. ]
[He falls back against the blanket, head rolling to the side as he gasps in ecstasy. The sudden addition of her mouth - hot, wet, attentive - and his hole being carefully pried open is just-- overwhelming.]
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As a reflex, he looks around in case there were other people, even though logically there was no way there would be. Face fully red, he closes the door behind him... before turning to see Shrike.
oh..........
His heart's going so fast he feels like he's about to die. He's forgotten how to breathe.]
A-ah...
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because—oh, he... he looks so handsome, and honestly she hadn't even expected him to wear the stockings, but it's... a really good look, and she only looks slightly sheepish at looking him up and down as she rises to her feet. ]
...ah—hey.
I, ah... hope it lives up to what you imagined.
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Nero fidgets with the back of his panties, his hole already tingling with the thought of it.]
N-no, it's even better.
Does that-- is it comfortable?
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It's, ah—definitely comfortable, all of it...
[ she tucks a lock of slightly-damp hair behind her ear, and steps closer to him, so that she can very gently alight her fingers against his chest. ]
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It's weird, even with the coat, I... I can't stop thinking about it. The way-- my body feels, and what I want you to do to it.
It feels sinful but. Good, too.
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[ she traces the straps of his garment lightly running her index finger lightly just below the edge of the top part, and then hooks her fingers under it to tug him closer. ]
...I admit I'd had an idle thought or two before about doing something like this.
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He runs his hand along her side, in awe of her. It was like looking at an angel.]
Sort of like that.
I didn't think I'd feel more... vulnerable than just being naked. But 'cause I feel safe, with you, um.
Do you... like it? [is he pretty]
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[ she scrubs a hand over one of her cheeks, and then presses herself flush against him, the dildo pressed between them. ]
...you're so hot like this.
I mean—I think you're hot all the time, but... I like it. A lot. And I... I like what you picked out for me, too?
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His hands wrap loosely around her, and he presses a kiss to her breast.]
You're-- radiant. I dunno a better word for it than that.
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she skims her hands down his sides, to rest at his waist... and also just, leans her hips a little harder against him. ]
...I swear, I think I'm as in love as it gets and then every day I fall in love with you a little more.
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He tries to muster his usual cocky smile, but it's severely cut with flustered shyness]
Well. I'm gonna have to take that as a challenge, then.
[He lets his hand wander over the rim of her harness, coming to caress the shaft of the dildo with his hands. Running his fingers over it to feel its texture - and likely shifting it against her in the process.]
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...she hooks her thumbs in the band of his panties, and draws her fingers up the outline of his cock. ]
But for now—let me take care of you.
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In a low voice, shy but husky,]
Then... where would you like me?
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[ she runs two fingers up and down his shaft, through the fabric, although with her other hand she's nudging him toward the blanket spread on the grass.
she sort of leans in close to his ear, speaking in a murmur— ]
Do you want to be underneath looking up at me? Or is it better if I hold you from behind and fuck you that way...
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...I'd wanna look up at my wife.
[Meeting her eyes, he kneels down at the blanket's edge and seats himself - sloughing off his boots with legs spread.]
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[ she kneels in front of him—smoothing her hands up his thighs, over the stockings, to sit just at the join of his legs to his hips. her husband.
...though she can't get mild flusterment off of her face. ]
Oh, ah... I should get, er... you said you had lubricant?
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[It is indeed, discreetly placed with some of the candles. He brings it over and flips the cap for her]
Um, using a lot's better than using not enough. It's-- tight, so start with a finger...
[he's dying inside]
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[ it's okay they can both fumble through this together because: she too is dying and she understands the principle but in practice: ??????
she tugs down the bottoms of his ensemble, peeling the fabric off of him and over his thighs—marveling a little bit at how clearly aroused he is already, before taking the little bottle from him and... promptly gets way more than she was aiming for on her hand, but at least that's not a bad thing. ]
Here, um—
[ she nudges his legs a little further apart, spreading his cheeks with her free hand, and feels between them for his hole—carefully circling it with her lubed-up finger, exploratory, watching his reactions. ]
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But when she hooks against part of that wall, he can't help but gasp openly. His head tilts back with a pinched moan,]
Ah, there...! T-that's it...
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[ it's... really kind of gratifying to watch how it affects him. she presses her finger in further, very slowly, but remembers that—making sure to stroke in that direction with the pad of her index finger every now and again.
using her other hand, she spreads the lube over her middle finger, too, in preparation for when it seems like he can take two, and settles a little closer in-between his legs—though the movement causes her to suck in a sharp hiss of a breath, and make a small, needy noise of her own. ]
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He strokes his own erection a few times as he gives her an light-headed, encouraging smile.]
How-- 're you doing?
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[ she flushes, as she starts to coax her second finger inside, to help stretch him, and very subtly squeezing her legs together— ]
...I, ah. Didn't realize how much, er... this would turn me on—
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Well... I want t'give you every part of me, too. S'only fair... I wanna be-- claimed.
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[ a gentle crook of her fingers, as she spreads them apart a little to make way for something more substantial to come. At the same time, she leans down to take the head of his cock in her mouth, circling her tongue around the tip. ]
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[He falls back against the blanket, head rolling to the side as he gasps in ecstasy. The sudden addition of her mouth - hot, wet, attentive - and his hole being carefully pried open is just-- overwhelming.]
Please...god, you're--
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