[ Oh!!! Guess he'll die!! Trying to talk to the innkeeper about getting a room proves to be the most challenging thing he's done all day, but he manages it and slinks into the safety of four walls and a ceiling.
He sighs, as he tugs at all the straps keeping his armor secured on him. ]
Oh, you really want me at your mercy tonight.
Yes, love. I'm taking everything off right now. Thinking of you, your pretty lips, your clever fingers.
[ She is BARGAINING for a proper harness and toy from bloody Figaro, who is trying to convince her to spend more money on a balm to maintain leather. It's taking a lot of patience, which she lacks, to keep a straight face for this merchant when she knows that Nico is at the Inn.
Getting undressed. And thinking of her.
Fuck it, she might actually go for the waypoints travel this time, instead of darting through the city. Or maybe she'll take up to the roofs and skip from rooftop to rooftop until she lands on the balcony outside the hallways in Elfsong.
All accoutrements purchased, she takes the path of least resistence: waypoints. ]
I'm almost with you.
[ She figures it's only polite to tell him, since she went quiet for an agonising twenty-five minutes! Seven minutes later, she is knocking on the door to the Elfsong Tavern's Best Honeymoon Suite. ] It's me, love.
[ Thirty minutes and change is a long time for a man with an erection to be kept in silence, especially given the order not to touch. Nico is a hazy mess by the time Ea announces herself at the door to their room, his hips pressed to rumpled bedsheets stained with his precome, clearly having rutted against it more than a few times as a loophole to Ea's command.
Sweating, with his usually slicked-back hair falling and sticking to his forehead, he manages a muffled: ]
Come in.
[ He wants to be good for her. Gods, he really does. So he sits up as best he can with his hands behind him, gripping the edge of the bed's headboard (a silent show of not touching himself), knees spread to present his flushed erection for his lover's scrutiny. Unmasked, completely naked. ]
[ She checks the hallway is empty of any other patrons, and slips inside, locking the door behind her. Back against the door, she takes in the view, and it feels like a punch to the stomach to behold him. Honestly. ]
Look at you.
[ She's already breathless. She takes her boots off, her armor - all on the way to the bed, dropping them on the floor like a trail of breadcrumbs. The parcel in her hands, wrapped in fancy silk by Figaro himself, she keeps a viciously tight grip on. ]
Oh, I really have tortured you with those messages today, haven't I?
[ She places the parcel on the bed, and climbs onto it, on her hands and knees, until she's kneeling between his legs. Her hands trace the corded muscle of his arms. She leans down and licks a bead of sweat that pooled at his collarbone. Then presses a kiss to that fissure just parallel of his nipple, exactly as she said. ]
[ Oh, it's an effort not to surge up and cover Ea with his body. Relief mixes with anticipation mixes with affection, finally ringing in his skull in different tones and patterns of urgency; she might even be able to feel it through the tadpole connection, that mind-meld knocking against her consciousness, unbidden and powerful. Nico's need, grown teeth.
He's white-knuckling his hands around the headboard, mindful not to touch until she's permitted him to despite all his wanting. It's embarrassing how his cock stiffens more and jumps just from the light kisses and the feel of her tongue, his simmering arousal hanging on on a knife's edge.
Can he come just from being happy that Ea's here? Maybe. He shudders, almost like a squirm, and arches his back an inch to meet Ea's mouth, hips moving restlessly on bedsheets. ]
[ All those fissures in his skin glow with magic, his desires manifested on the body, and she can't help but put her mouth to them.
Open mouthed kisses from his pectoral muscle up to his collarbone, a swipe of her tongue up to his jawline, her teeth at his skin there. ]
I know, sweetheart, but you've held back so well. Gods, look at you, you're so beautiful.
[ She wants to give him something nice, a release of sorts. It still comes with deprivation:
She has to shift back on the bed and take her soft leggings off, leaving the undershirt she wears beneath her armor still on. And her underwear, but at least her legs are bare when she settles in his lap. Knees bracketing his hips, her fabric-covered pussy pressing his cock against his stomach. She rolls her hips. ]
[ Her skin feels so good― he immediately chases it with a groan and a needy bump of his hips, sex-stupid brain focusing so closely on where they meet that he almost doesn't register the content of Ea's words when she murmurs them to him. But the sweet command is more than welcome, and he's ravenous for that, too: Nico tips his chin to find the welcome warmth of Ea's mouth, and crushes his lips against hers with near-feral intensity.
Finally, finally. He's so fucking hard to the point of hurting, hot where it's pressed snugly against her cunt and leaving precome stains on her panties. ]
Gods, I've needed you all day.
[ Muffled, greedy. His teeth scour along her bottom lip, trapping her for a moment to discourage her from pulling back; he layers another kiss on her, wet and sloppy, no finesse and all need. ] How much more can you ruin me?
[ The best thing about kissing Nico is that she can feel it. She can feel how much he has needed her, and there's a slight stab of guilt - she's wound him up, hasn't she?
She cups his face in both hands, and licks into his mouth, and rocks her hips back and forth, rubbing herself against the hard length of him. Angled just so, and every press rubs against her clit, sending little tremors up her skin. She is not that good of a stone-faced top that she can withhold the whimper she muffles against his mouth.
At the question of how much more she can ruin him, she nips the outer shell of his ear. ]
So much. [ There's a shuffling sound of parchment paper on bedsheets, as her mage hand drags the parcel closer. ] Got you a gift. Open it.
[ It's the gesture that counts, right? Her gift is a simple one: a harness made of leather so soft it feels like silk, equipped with a circular ring meant to hold a toy against her hips. The toy as well, shaped like a human cock (they can always upgrade if Nico's as much of a size queen as she is), and a vial full of lubricant oil. ]
[ Definitely not a size queen; he's never done this before. He whines a little when she pulls back, missing her the moment she pulls away, but how he can use his grip-numb hands to do more than stabilize himself against the bed.
Running a finger along the outline of the toy, he. Well.
He can't help but hike a brow. Listen, he's not going to complain about anything not being able to fit, given the size of his own cock, but this is very new to him. ]
Oh. [ Color rises to his cheeks; he suddenly feels somewhat timid. ] I... should probably tell you that this is new to me.
[ No one's been interested in him like this before. The harness is pretty, of course, and he thinks it'd look beautiful on all of Ea's lovely skin and curves. ]
[ She draws back from where she was kissing his ear and neck to sit on her haunches (so, on his dick). Her eyes have those mirthful crinkles at the corners, but otherwise she is serious here. ] I know.
[ Horny he may be, insatiable at times, sure. But she's not surprised that this is new to him. ] On the bright side, it's not new to me. I'll make it feel good to you. And if - we can have a safeword? If anything feels bad or just not mindblowingly good, you can use it and I'll stop.
[ "It's not new to me". Don't pout, Nico tells himself. Of course Ea would've had the gumption to do something like this before, with other partners; she would look so pretty on top of another woman or man, taking them apart with her pretty hands and her clever hips.
He frowns, just a little. Not jealous, but possessive. Monstrous of him, he knows― he blames his celestial ancestry for the personality flaw (convenient). ]
―I don't think you're capable of making me feel bad, Ea.
[ A soft hum, and he hugs her closer, minding her weight on his uncomfortably hard dick. Oof. He's not sure if the "no touching" extends to her as well, but he's violated it by hugging her to his chest, setting the toy aside to hold her close against his racing heartbeat. ]
Do what you'd like. Take what you want. It'll be bliss for me.
[ There have been people before Nico, so many that she's lost count. She's warmed people's beds, one way or another, sometimes just one and sometimes many. Sex has always been fun, and she has only ever let it be an enjoyable activity, for as long as she's been sexually active.
But this is a first for her. The love. The devotion, the feeling of possessiveness for one singular person. She would absolutely jump in his arms and hiss furiously at any of Nico's exes, so she wouldn't hold it against him that he gets a bit possessive.
It feels so furiously good, too. The tight hugs.
She brushes a kiss to his brow, arousal fluttering in her stomach when he promises to melt. ] Fuck - okay. You wonder - okay. [ She finds his lips, kisses him long and heady, hunger building with each second, until she's sure she could possibly come just from kissing him.
[ "Exes", as if he's had anything beyond patient women in brothels. Ea's his one and only when it comes to something emotional, and he's still navigating it with clumsy, whole-hearted affection.
His mouth is flushed by the time she lets him go, and he's a little bleary from his self-imposed edging. Still, he parses Ea's request as best as he can, horny and muddled, and nods while he shifts under her, trying to figure out how to move his limbs. He'd be so fucked if an enemy burst through their window right now.
Speaking of fucked, though.
Onto his stomach he goes. It isn't easy, especially having to navigate his very prominent erection so that he doesn't sandwich it uncomfortably between his stomach and the bedsheets; he mitigates it by hiking his hips up and distributing his weight on his knees, which inevitably looks like he's putting his ass up in the air for Ea.
Slightly embarrassing. He makes a choked sound in the back of his throat, and presses his flushed face into his pillow. ]
[ She will have a lot of patient women in brothels to thank, then. Some other time.
While he turns over, she takes off her shirt and steps into the harness, tugging into place. It rests snug against her hips and around her thighs.
He won't see it, but she's kept her underwear on, the black cloth striking a in contrast against the pale, lavender hue of her skin. It's hot, but nothing is ever going to be as hot as watching Nico kneel with his face against the pillow and his ass up for her, neglected erection bobbing for attention between his legs. ] Sweet Hells. Holy fuck.
[ And more sense-making observations! She is kneeling behind him in a heartbeat, kissing the small of his back.
While her concentration lasts, she uses her mage hand to bring the oil bottle closer, without giving up the pleasure of kissing his back. Up and up his spine until her hips are pressed against his ass, the harness straps against his skin. She holds him there, and reaches around to touch him, her hand wrapping around his cock at last. The feral comes out: ]
[ Oh, she feels so good pressed against him. His brain screams finally again at every touch, every press of her lips against his skin, and it's all Nico can do to keep his weight braced on his elbows, his body braced against itself to block the threat of orgasm before Ea can even get anything done.
He jumps when fingers coil around his cock. He's leaking, precome staining already-soiled sheets, slick for her when she grips him. ]
Yours.
[ An easy validation, as he squirms in her grip. He can feel the soft harnesses resting neatly on her perfect hips, and he chances a glance backwards to get a glimpse of how they frame her lithe, beautiful silhouette. ]
[ She hides a smile against his back, pumping him in lazy strokes and pausing here to squeeze just a little tighter around the base. ] That's my line.
[ Speaking of exquisite, Nico naked and bend over and at her mercy is an image she is going to take with her into old age - an old age she is stubborn now to make it to, so she gets more years with him, more time to play and discover things like this together.
There's only one thing that could improve this view, and that's this: she leans back, sitting on her heels, and uses the (honestly by far superior) mage hand again to uncork the bottle. She releases her hold on his cock for the few moments it takes her to drip the oil into both hands, rubbing them together, and then it's back. One hand back to stroking his cock, the other running up over his flank, groping one cheek, thumb brushing between them. She presses a kiss to his unoiled cheek, while the mess is controlled. Reverently. ] My pretty angel.
[ A beat. ] I have to say, there's something really poetic about the two of us like this, I feel like I'm corrupting you.
[ How funny would it be if she gets him a cockring before he can get her a proper ring. Not a thought that Nico is having now, too out of his mind with thoughts of Ea fucking him halfway to unconsciousness, but a thought that might occur to him later, if that ringed squeeze around the base of his flushed erection comes back.
Ea is courteous enough to warm the oil between her palms before she starts slicking him with it, so he doesn't jump at the new sensation; he just squirms a bit more under all the attention, which is new and a little strange. There's something about this that makes him feel vulnerable, and makes him appreciate how Ea gives herself to him when their positions are switched― it only makes him adore her more, even. If that were even possible.
Arching back into her hands and moaning softly into his pillow, Nico manages: ]
Gods, if this is what falling into the Hells feels like, I'd give up Elysium in a heartbeat.
[ Panted, rubbing up against Ea's palm. ] I've heard that people... hm. [ A choked breath, another half-groan. ] ...They "roleplay" scenarios like that. [ Is that the right word? He hasn't a clue. ]
Horny behaviour. [ She does sound proud of him for it, for the record. He is incredible, relaxing into her touch and even moving to meet it. Is he aware that he's practically fucking her hand here? Probably not, she wouldn't be aware of most of her surroundings if the roles were reversed; the best thing to do is to call him a slut in the sweetest way possible, and tighten her hold so he's got something nice and familiar to rock into.
And also, to his point: ] Is that something you want to try out? Should I be the devil on your shoulder, dearest? [ She presses a kiss to the small of his back, then shifts herself up to her knees again, and teases her middle finger against his asshole. ] I can tell you to be a good boy and take it. Do you want to be a good boy and take it? [ Please. She'll give him anything he wants, including that. ]
[ When isn't he a horny mess around his favorite person, honestly. He arches again when she rubs around his hole, the pressure against it foreign but enticing; he's not sure what to expect, but there's something alluring about that, too. Allowing Ea to do to him what no one has ever done or contemplated doing to him before.
His one and only. His chest constricts in anticipation, his heartbeat like hammers against his eardrums. ]
I want to be yours, [ is the kneejerk, honest response. Just so she knows. He can be playful a beat later, when he catches his erratic breath and bucks against that question fingers, letting it slick along the cleft of his ass. ] Make your good boy take everything you have, love.
[ She's made him desperate for it. Ea should celebrate her triumph by doing whatever the hells she wants to him. ]
[ A new discovery: it is possible to feel so turned on by a declaration (an oath) that you're dizzy. She's dizzy with his, but plants her knees into the bed and pushes one finger in slowly.
Anchoring herself in his ass. Isn't she romantic? ]
You already are mine. [ She eases that first slicked up finger in, one inch at a time. In, then out, in then out, until he's melting into it again. ]
But this must be the sweetest surrender. I'm going to take everything you give me, sweetheart. [ A second finger joins, on the next press in. ] And you give it so well.
[ Ea breaches him, and the feeling is― well. Unqualifiable at first, strange. Not uncomfortable, but she should feel how he tenses around her graceful finger, not quite rejecting it until he relaxes in increments, inviting further questing. After initial coaxing, he does melt, and subtly shifts his hips back to give Ea a better angle, his cock still embarrassingly hard and leaking between his legs.
Oh, he breathes. He's flushed all over, his fissures pulsing steady blue. Glowing fingers tangle in bedsheets, and his next moan is muffled into the pillows that he's pressed his face into. He might suffocate. ]
Gods, Ea― yes.
[ His toes curl; he wonders if this mounting impatience is how she always feels. ] Whatever you want. Anything.
[ Oh, he's glowing. It makes her want to be absolutely feral - kiss him, bite him, claw his back so he knows he's hers - and as he asks her for anything she wants, she shivers, and sinks those two fingers in. She knows they're slim compared to his, but the mounting impatience looks to be about the same.
She grabs onto his hip with her other hand and fucks those fingers into him, slow and steady but demanding. ]
I want you to come. I want you wild and needy. I'm going to do this - [ One, two more thrusts and she scissors her fingers inside him so he can get used to it. ]
You can touch yourself, and you can come, as long as you know that I'm going to keep going. This ass is mine tonight. Yes?
[ And suddenly, everything feels devastatingly good. Maybe it's the angle she drives her fingers in, or maybe it's the livid way Ea tries to claim him― either way, he starts to grow pliant for her, his back arched and his thighs spreading further for more access, not minding too terribly that it puts him more embarrassingly on display.
Needy is the only word for how he huffs and whines around his exhales, ohs turning into mms. When given permission, he desperately reaches for his flushed-red cock dripping patterns onto the bedsheets, and starts to artlessly jerk himself off in desperate strokes. Wanting but not wanting release. ]
Yes, [ he's really too stupid to say anything but this, for the moment. ] Yes, yes, yes.
[ Hers, completely. Another growl-whine, with his ass clenching around Ea's next attempt to draw out, as if he doesn't want her to pull away. Greedy. ]
[ Incredible. There's some sort of territorial monster taking over her because she just wants to slam into him and help him lose his mind. She might just come, from the emotional weight of this moment. No direct stimulation needed.
Her nails dig into his skin where she has grabbed his hip, and sinks her fingers deep, knuckle deep, curling then to hit a spot that makes him see the stars. (She's had positive feedback before.) ]
Fuck, so tight and so greedy, baby. [ Not a common petname for him by any means, but it slips out and feels right. ] I'm almost tempted to give you my dick right now, feels like you could take it.
[ And yet. She doesn't yet. Instead, she slides her hand from his hip up his spine, setting her palm down between his shoulder blades and pushes down.
Leans her weight into it and all, and fucks him with her fingers, her pace matching the desperate strokes of his hand on his cock. ]
Glow all nice and pretty for me, angel, there we go...
[ It's a lot. Not just because he's been dying for this all day (even though he has), but because the actual act of Ea spreading him open is far better than his limited brainpower could've even imagined or anticipated. Any vestige of shame that could've ruined this moment for him simply evaporates as Ea makes him arch for it, because it feels so fucking good when her finger curls, and oh, fuck, he's― ]
Coming, [ he warns, though it sounds more like a question than a statement, like he can't believe it. ] Fuck, Ea, I'm―
[ She hits his prostate again, and he's gone: squeezing around the fingers in him, trying with shuddering desperation to keep them there while his cock jerks in his palm and leaves trails of come on his skin. His groan is long, drawn-out, almost a growl.
But obviously, it doesn't stop there. She'd warned him that it wouldn't, and he near-whimpers when Ea keeps fucking him, his orgasm-addled head trying to remind himself that, gods, she hasn't even used her toy on him yet. She's really going to ruin him tonight. ]
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Date: 2024-07-20 11:54 am (UTC)He sighs, as he tugs at all the straps keeping his armor secured on him. ]
Oh, you really want me at your mercy tonight.
Yes, love. I'm taking everything off right now. Thinking of you, your pretty lips, your clever fingers.
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Date: 2024-07-20 12:03 pm (UTC)Getting undressed. And thinking of her.
Fuck it, she might actually go for the waypoints travel this time, instead of darting through the city. Or maybe she'll take up to the roofs and skip from rooftop to rooftop until she lands on the balcony outside the hallways in Elfsong.
All accoutrements purchased, she takes the path of least resistence: waypoints. ]
I'm almost with you.
[ She figures it's only polite to tell him, since she went quiet for an agonising twenty-five minutes! Seven minutes later, she is knocking on the door to the Elfsong Tavern's Best Honeymoon Suite. ] It's me, love.
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Date: 2024-07-20 12:19 pm (UTC)Sweating, with his usually slicked-back hair falling and sticking to his forehead, he manages a muffled: ]
Come in.
[ He wants to be good for her. Gods, he really does. So he sits up as best he can with his hands behind him, gripping the edge of the bed's headboard (a silent show of not touching himself), knees spread to present his flushed erection for his lover's scrutiny. Unmasked, completely naked. ]
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Date: 2024-07-20 12:30 pm (UTC)Look at you.
[ She's already breathless. She takes her boots off, her armor - all on the way to the bed, dropping them on the floor like a trail of breadcrumbs. The parcel in her hands, wrapped in fancy silk by Figaro himself, she keeps a viciously tight grip on. ]
Oh, I really have tortured you with those messages today, haven't I?
[ She places the parcel on the bed, and climbs onto it, on her hands and knees, until she's kneeling between his legs. Her hands trace the corded muscle of his arms. She leans down and licks a bead of sweat that pooled at his collarbone. Then presses a kiss to that fissure just parallel of his nipple, exactly as she said. ]
Poor darling.
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Date: 2024-07-21 08:52 am (UTC)He's white-knuckling his hands around the headboard, mindful not to touch until she's permitted him to despite all his wanting. It's embarrassing how his cock stiffens more and jumps just from the light kisses and the feel of her tongue, his simmering arousal hanging on on a knife's edge.
Can he come just from being happy that Ea's here? Maybe. He shudders, almost like a squirm, and arches his back an inch to meet Ea's mouth, hips moving restlessly on bedsheets. ]
It's been agonizing without you, love.
[ Obviously. He's glowing, pent-up, sweat-slick. ]
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Date: 2024-07-21 09:03 am (UTC)Open mouthed kisses from his pectoral muscle up to his collarbone, a swipe of her tongue up to his jawline, her teeth at his skin there. ]
I know, sweetheart, but you've held back so well. Gods, look at you, you're so beautiful.
[ She wants to give him something nice, a release of sorts. It still comes with deprivation:
She has to shift back on the bed and take her soft leggings off, leaving the undershirt she wears beneath her armor still on. And her underwear, but at least her legs are bare when she settles in his lap. Knees bracketing his hips, her fabric-covered pussy pressing his cock against his stomach. She rolls her hips. ]
Come here, give me a kiss.
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Date: 2024-07-21 09:19 am (UTC)Finally, finally. He's so fucking hard to the point of hurting, hot where it's pressed snugly against her cunt and leaving precome stains on her panties. ]
Gods, I've needed you all day.
[ Muffled, greedy. His teeth scour along her bottom lip, trapping her for a moment to discourage her from pulling back; he layers another kiss on her, wet and sloppy, no finesse and all need. ] How much more can you ruin me?
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Date: 2024-07-21 09:32 am (UTC)She cups his face in both hands, and licks into his mouth, and rocks her hips back and forth, rubbing herself against the hard length of him. Angled just so, and every press rubs against her clit, sending little tremors up her skin. She is not that good of a stone-faced top that she can withhold the whimper she muffles against his mouth.
At the question of how much more she can ruin him, she nips the outer shell of his ear. ]
So much. [ There's a shuffling sound of parchment paper on bedsheets, as her mage hand drags the parcel closer. ] Got you a gift. Open it.
[ It's the gesture that counts, right? Her gift is a simple one: a harness made of leather so soft it feels like silk, equipped with a circular ring meant to hold a toy against her hips. The toy as well, shaped like a human cock (they can always upgrade if Nico's as much of a size queen as she is), and a vial full of lubricant oil. ]
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Date: 2024-07-21 09:41 am (UTC)Running a finger along the outline of the toy, he. Well.
He can't help but hike a brow. Listen, he's not going to complain about anything not being able to fit, given the size of his own cock, but this is very new to him. ]
Oh. [ Color rises to his cheeks; he suddenly feels somewhat timid. ] I... should probably tell you that this is new to me.
[ No one's been interested in him like this before. The harness is pretty, of course, and he thinks it'd look beautiful on all of Ea's lovely skin and curves. ]
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Date: 2024-07-21 09:46 am (UTC)[ Horny he may be, insatiable at times, sure. But she's not surprised that this is new to him. ] On the bright side, it's not new to me. I'll make it feel good to you. And if - we can have a safeword? If anything feels bad or just not mindblowingly good, you can use it and I'll stop.
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Date: 2024-07-21 09:52 am (UTC)He frowns, just a little. Not jealous, but possessive. Monstrous of him, he knows― he blames his celestial ancestry for the personality flaw (convenient). ]
―I don't think you're capable of making me feel bad, Ea.
[ A soft hum, and he hugs her closer, minding her weight on his uncomfortably hard dick. Oof. He's not sure if the "no touching" extends to her as well, but he's violated it by hugging her to his chest, setting the toy aside to hold her close against his racing heartbeat. ]
Do what you'd like. Take what you want. It'll be bliss for me.
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Date: 2024-07-21 10:01 am (UTC)But this is a first for her. The love. The devotion, the feeling of possessiveness for one singular person. She would absolutely jump in his arms and hiss furiously at any of Nico's exes, so she wouldn't hold it against him that he gets a bit possessive.
It feels so furiously good, too. The tight hugs.
She brushes a kiss to his brow, arousal fluttering in her stomach when he promises to melt. ] Fuck - okay. You wonder - okay. [ She finds his lips, kisses him long and heady, hunger building with each second, until she's sure she could possibly come just from kissing him.
Then she pulls away to look at him again. ]
Get on your stomach for me?
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Date: 2024-07-21 10:38 am (UTC)His mouth is flushed by the time she lets him go, and he's a little bleary from his self-imposed edging. Still, he parses Ea's request as best as he can, horny and muddled, and nods while he shifts under her, trying to figure out how to move his limbs. He'd be so fucked if an enemy burst through their window right now.
Speaking of fucked, though.
Onto his stomach he goes. It isn't easy, especially having to navigate his very prominent erection so that he doesn't sandwich it uncomfortably between his stomach and the bedsheets; he mitigates it by hiking his hips up and distributing his weight on his knees, which inevitably looks like he's putting his ass up in the air for Ea.
Slightly embarrassing. He makes a choked sound in the back of his throat, and presses his flushed face into his pillow. ]
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Date: 2024-07-21 10:50 am (UTC)While he turns over, she takes off her shirt and steps into the harness, tugging into place. It rests snug against her hips and around her thighs.
He won't see it, but she's kept her underwear on, the black cloth striking a in contrast against the pale, lavender hue of her skin. It's hot, but nothing is ever going to be as hot as watching Nico kneel with his face against the pillow and his ass up for her, neglected erection bobbing for attention between his legs. ] Sweet Hells. Holy fuck.
[ And more sense-making observations! She is kneeling behind him in a heartbeat, kissing the small of his back.
While her concentration lasts, she uses her mage hand to bring the oil bottle closer, without giving up the pleasure of kissing his back. Up and up his spine until her hips are pressed against his ass, the harness straps against his skin. She holds him there, and reaches around to touch him, her hand wrapping around his cock at last. The feral comes out: ]
Mine.
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Date: 2024-07-23 11:12 am (UTC)He jumps when fingers coil around his cock. He's leaking, precome staining already-soiled sheets, slick for her when she grips him. ]
Yours.
[ An easy validation, as he squirms in her grip. He can feel the soft harnesses resting neatly on her perfect hips, and he chances a glance backwards to get a glimpse of how they frame her lithe, beautiful silhouette. ]
―Gods, you're exquisite.
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Date: 2024-07-23 11:35 am (UTC)[ Speaking of exquisite, Nico naked and bend over and at her mercy is an image she is going to take with her into old age - an old age she is stubborn now to make it to, so she gets more years with him, more time to play and discover things like this together.
There's only one thing that could improve this view, and that's this: she leans back, sitting on her heels, and uses the (honestly by far superior) mage hand again to uncork the bottle. She releases her hold on his cock for the few moments it takes her to drip the oil into both hands, rubbing them together, and then it's back. One hand back to stroking his cock, the other running up over his flank, groping one cheek, thumb brushing between them. She presses a kiss to his unoiled cheek, while the mess is controlled. Reverently. ] My pretty angel.
[ A beat. ] I have to say, there's something really poetic about the two of us like this, I feel like I'm corrupting you.
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Date: 2024-07-23 11:46 am (UTC)Ea is courteous enough to warm the oil between her palms before she starts slicking him with it, so he doesn't jump at the new sensation; he just squirms a bit more under all the attention, which is new and a little strange. There's something about this that makes him feel vulnerable, and makes him appreciate how Ea gives herself to him when their positions are switched― it only makes him adore her more, even. If that were even possible.
Arching back into her hands and moaning softly into his pillow, Nico manages: ]
Gods, if this is what falling into the Hells feels like, I'd give up Elysium in a heartbeat.
[ Panted, rubbing up against Ea's palm. ] I've heard that people... hm. [ A choked breath, another half-groan. ] ...They "roleplay" scenarios like that. [ Is that the right word? He hasn't a clue. ]
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Date: 2024-07-23 12:02 pm (UTC)And also, to his point: ] Is that something you want to try out? Should I be the devil on your shoulder, dearest? [ She presses a kiss to the small of his back, then shifts herself up to her knees again, and teases her middle finger against his asshole. ] I can tell you to be a good boy and take it. Do you want to be a good boy and take it? [ Please. She'll give him anything he wants, including that. ]
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Date: 2024-07-27 04:26 am (UTC)His one and only. His chest constricts in anticipation, his heartbeat like hammers against his eardrums. ]
I want to be yours, [ is the kneejerk, honest response. Just so she knows. He can be playful a beat later, when he catches his erratic breath and bucks against that question fingers, letting it slick along the cleft of his ass. ] Make your good boy take everything you have, love.
[ She's made him desperate for it. Ea should celebrate her triumph by doing whatever the hells she wants to him. ]
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Date: 2024-07-27 08:54 am (UTC)Anchoring herself in his ass. Isn't she romantic? ]
You already are mine. [ She eases that first slicked up finger in, one inch at a time. In, then out, in then out, until he's melting into it again. ]
But this must be the sweetest surrender. I'm going to take everything you give me, sweetheart. [ A second finger joins, on the next press in. ] And you give it so well.
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Date: 2024-07-27 11:37 am (UTC)Oh, he breathes. He's flushed all over, his fissures pulsing steady blue. Glowing fingers tangle in bedsheets, and his next moan is muffled into the pillows that he's pressed his face into. He might suffocate. ]
Gods, Ea― yes.
[ His toes curl; he wonders if this mounting impatience is how she always feels. ] Whatever you want. Anything.
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Date: 2024-07-27 11:59 am (UTC)She grabs onto his hip with her other hand and fucks those fingers into him, slow and steady but demanding. ]
I want you to come. I want you wild and needy. I'm going to do this - [ One, two more thrusts and she scissors her fingers inside him so he can get used to it. ]
You can touch yourself, and you can come, as long as you know that I'm going to keep going. This ass is mine tonight. Yes?
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Date: 2024-07-27 12:29 pm (UTC)Needy is the only word for how he huffs and whines around his exhales, ohs turning into mms. When given permission, he desperately reaches for his flushed-red cock dripping patterns onto the bedsheets, and starts to artlessly jerk himself off in desperate strokes. Wanting but not wanting release. ]
Yes, [ he's really too stupid to say anything but this, for the moment. ] Yes, yes, yes.
[ Hers, completely. Another growl-whine, with his ass clenching around Ea's next attempt to draw out, as if he doesn't want her to pull away. Greedy. ]
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Date: 2024-07-27 04:26 pm (UTC)Her nails dig into his skin where she has grabbed his hip, and sinks her fingers deep, knuckle deep, curling then to hit a spot that makes him see the stars. (She's had positive feedback before.) ]
Fuck, so tight and so greedy, baby. [ Not a common petname for him by any means, but it slips out and feels right. ] I'm almost tempted to give you my dick right now, feels like you could take it.
[ And yet. She doesn't yet. Instead, she slides her hand from his hip up his spine, setting her palm down between his shoulder blades and pushes down.
Leans her weight into it and all, and fucks him with her fingers, her pace matching the desperate strokes of his hand on his cock. ]
Glow all nice and pretty for me, angel, there we go...
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Date: 2024-07-28 12:21 pm (UTC)Coming, [ he warns, though it sounds more like a question than a statement, like he can't believe it. ] Fuck, Ea, I'm―
[ She hits his prostate again, and he's gone: squeezing around the fingers in him, trying with shuddering desperation to keep them there while his cock jerks in his palm and leaves trails of come on his skin. His groan is long, drawn-out, almost a growl.
But obviously, it doesn't stop there. She'd warned him that it wouldn't, and he near-whimpers when Ea keeps fucking him, his orgasm-addled head trying to remind himself that, gods, she hasn't even used her toy on him yet. She's really going to ruin him tonight. ]
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