[ 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.]
[ just... a little more, pressing both fingers in very slowly up to the knuckle, doing slow circles around the head of his cock with her all the while.
[His hips arc up for her as he groans against the blanket. As his hands search for something to cling onto, they wander over his own chest, squeezing under the bra to massage his nipple. He wants her hands all over him, everywhere - he wants his hands all over her.
Eyes fluttering, he meets her gaze - wanton hunger and desire in his face.]
[ she slowly pulls her fingers out, shifting herself a little more over him, free hand planted beside him as she slicks the rest of the lubricant over the dildo. her breath hitches a little at the movement, and she can only imagine how he'll react, what it'll be like when—
whew.
biting down the flutter of nervousness she feels, she lines herself up with his entrance, and starts, very slowly, to press inside, moving her hand to smooth over his chest—she wants that touch as much as he does. ]
[His face tightens, teeth clench from the thickness of her instrument as it pushes into him at first - but the pain mingles with the pleasure of it slowly filling him up. His chest heaves with a heady moan, and he clasps her hand tight.
It slides in easy the rest of the way, the pressure on his walls causing his legs and toes to curl around Shrike helplessly. Nero looks up at her to see how she's taking it on her end, but his eyes are hazy with love.]
[He grunts when she starts to move, pushing the angle of his own hips up and off the ground to guide her. Slow is good. Every thrust, it feels like they're learning together - the fit of their bodies, the beauty and ecstasy of it. Nero can't keep the smile off his face, not just from the satisfaction of finally being fucked, but also pride.
He's still beaming as she starts to grind helpless gasps from of him, waves of pleasure coaxed out from her cock.]
It's, hah—a little like a first time, isn't it...?
[ being head-over-heels fumbling in love with each other, learning new ways to navigate each others' bodies—in a way, it's appropriate for tonight, isn't it?
she steadies her hands at his hips as she gets the hang of the movement, sighing helplessly as it rocks back into her—but once she feels more confident, her hands roam over his thighs, up his sides, over his chest. ]
[Her touch feels electric on his already tingling skin, flush and warm. He groans as his head rolls back, and as his body leans into her touch, hungry for more. His ass being no exception as he hikes his legs up to wrap around her torso, clinging to her needily.
At least for this first time, Nero doesn't feel like the one who's lost. So there's a bit of cheek as he utters, between pleasured gasps,]
How is it-- fucking your husband?
'Cause... hah, from down here it-- ah... it's perfect...
[ she flushes a little darker, craning her head down to meet him as she rocks her hips against him, breaths coming thickly and eyes heavy-lidded as it rocks back into her; her thumbs brush over his nipples, and she presses herself flush against him, face tucked against his neck.
she murmurs— ]
I love... seeing you like this. Being able to do this, as your wife...
[Nero is nearly bent in half and he loves it - his legs tighten around her and his fingers dig into her back, holding on through the tender fucking she's giving him.
Her voice and breath against his neck makes him shudder. This close, she'd hear the growing whine in his throat as the pressure builds up inside him.]
[ she makes a quiet, needy exclamation as his fingers dig into her back, and reaches back with one hand to hike one of his legs up even higher. then she takes a deep breath, arches to pull her hips back from him—
and drives them forwards, into him, as hard as she can, a shudder running through her. ]
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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?
Re: Day 290 post-game
[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. ]
Re: Day 290 post-game
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...
Re: Day 290 post-game
[ 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. ]
Re: Day 290 post-game
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—
Re: Day 290 post-game
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. ]
Re: Day 290 post-game
[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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she lifts her head— ]
Is that—do you think, you're ready—
Re: Day 290 post-game
Eyes fluttering, he meets her gaze - wanton hunger and desire in his face.]
I want it. I want it, please...
Re: Day 290 post-game
[ she slowly pulls her fingers out, shifting herself a little more over him, free hand planted beside him as she slicks the rest of the lubricant over the dildo. her breath hitches a little at the movement, and she can only imagine how he'll react, what it'll be like when—
whew.
biting down the flutter of nervousness she feels, she lines herself up with his entrance, and starts, very slowly, to press inside, moving her hand to smooth over his chest—she wants that touch as much as he does. ]
Re: Day 290 post-game
[His face tightens, teeth clench from the thickness of her instrument as it pushes into him at first - but the pain mingles with the pleasure of it slowly filling him up. His chest heaves with a heady moan, and he clasps her hand tight.
It slides in easy the rest of the way, the pressure on his walls causing his legs and toes to curl around Shrike helplessly. Nero looks up at her to see how she's taking it on her end, but his eyes are hazy with love.]
Hah... you're doing... amazing.
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she looks down at him through her white lashes, breaths coming in a slightly labored way, clasping his hand tight in return. ]
I love you—so much...
...you feel—incredible—
[ and she starts to move against him—pulling her hips back, and then forward again, slowly, trying to figure out the rhythm. ]
Re: Day 290 post-game
He's still beaming as she starts to grind helpless gasps from of him, waves of pleasure coaxed out from her cock.]
Love you... too good t'me...
Re: Day 290 post-game
It's, hah—a little like a first time, isn't it...?
[ being head-over-heels fumbling in love with each other, learning new ways to navigate each others' bodies—in a way, it's appropriate for tonight, isn't it?
she steadies her hands at his hips as she gets the hang of the movement, sighing helplessly as it rocks back into her—but once she feels more confident, her hands roam over his thighs, up his sides, over his chest. ]
Re: Day 290 post-game
At least for this first time, Nero doesn't feel like the one who's lost. So there's a bit of cheek as he utters, between pleasured gasps,]
How is it-- fucking your husband?
'Cause... hah, from down here it-- ah... it's perfect...
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she murmurs— ]
I love... seeing you like this. Being able to do this, as your wife...
Re: Day 290 post-game
Her voice and breath against his neck makes him shudder. This close, she'd hear the growing whine in his throat as the pressure builds up inside him.]
H-harder...
Re: Day 290 post-game
[ she makes a quiet, needy exclamation as his fingers dig into her back, and reaches back with one hand to hike one of his legs up even higher. then she takes a deep breath, arches to pull her hips back from him—
and drives them forwards, into him, as hard as she can, a shudder running through her. ]