[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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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.
Re: Day 290 post-game
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...
Re: Day 290 post-game
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. ]