[ She does without even a hint of protest, more than willing; if Nico doesn't want to let her go tonight, Ea's not inclined to either. Anytime she closes her eyes, there's a chance that she'll see Elgar, or she'll remember the fight in the illithid colony, Nico so close to that avatar of Myrkul that the scythe had almost cleaved him in half. Unacceptable losses, heightened dangers, things that make her dizzy.
She sinks into his lap, shifting so she's close enough that they're chest to chest again. Her arms loop around his shoulder, and she kisses a scar on his jaw, and nuzzles her cheek against his like a cat seeking out affection.
Then, the question of a distraction. Her breath hitches, and she leans back to look at him, her eyes widening - lavenders and greens against black sclera - ] Yes - yeah. Please?
[ A soft breath, the slants and planes of his uneven face made softer by lamplight. Their small room is bathed in low oranges and yellows, dip-dyeing his unnatural eyes, making them look like twin setting suns.
He smiles, combing his fingers through her hair. Petting her, his reciprocation for her feline nuzzling. ]
I could read you something, [ is the benign option. The less benign one: ] Or I could tire you out for the night.
[ Another valid option. He's fine with either, obviously; physical or non-physical, he's here with her for as long as she needs, in whatever way she requires. ]
[ She's not that sure about it being the benign option - she does have that thing about his voice - but it's what she would've picked before tonight, thinking it the safer option, the way to not get her feelings more entrenched with him. Foolish things, which she won't be doing anymore - won't lie to him, won't hide.
So he gets to see it in her eyes, painfully obvious arousal, because maybe someone just remembered that she walked here still dripping with his come. She wants him to pull her pants down and discover it again, and lose his mind. ]
Tire me out. [ She brings both hands up to cup his face, a gods you're so beautiful on the tip of her tongue as she leans in and kisses him. ]
[ She picks the more dangerous option, and fuck, Nico loves her for it. No hiding, no second-guessing, no weighing her options. After all that heartbreak, Ea deserves to want and want and want.
He presses their foreheads together as they kiss, still smelling sex and sweat on her; it's intoxicating in a way that Nico knows he'll never get used to. She feels as novel and fascinating to him as she'd felt the first time he'd touched her, the thrilling feeling of a floor about to drop under his feet. His heart flips, and clenches, and hammers.
When their mouths part, teeth grazing along Ea's lower lip, Nico smiles. A little subdued, but mostly fond. He adores her. ]
Lie on your back. [ He whispers, and nips at her chin. ] Let me take care of everything, tonight.
[ There it is. No judgement, only love. It's going to feel strange and new until it doesn't, until she gets used to having his heart so wholly.
After the events at the end of the day, she could so easily crash. If she were on her own, for example, she'd find a tub full of hot water and rot in it, or she'd run, or she'd never make it out of the basement alive. Thank gods she's not on her own.
She kisses him with all those complicated I'm alive and I want to stay alive emotions, shifting in his lap to get closer to him, hips to hips and chest to chest. Two heartbeats pressed together.
When she opens her eyes next, it's with a somewhat sluggish blink. She cracks a little smile. ]
Okay - but fair warning, I might be a mess. [ She might learn to beg early on.
She leaves a parting kiss to the tip of his nose and gets out of his lap, lying on her back unceremoniously. Still dressed, still with her boots on, but Nico said he'll take care of everything tonight, and she recalls him saying he wanted to bring her here and keep her safe.
An impossible task in their livelihoods. She will let him take care of her, though, so he also feels more settled. ]
[ Is that sweet, or mean? Nico and his poor filter; he doesn't examine that statement further, since it says exactly what he means. Mess or no, he wants her (past, present and future), and he thinks he's hammered that annoyingly home－ her assessment about him not being settled until he's convinced that she's convinced is entirely correct.
So. He starts with her boots, and works his way up. Careful fingers unlace her footwear, warm hands ease her pants down her long legs, palms press against her stomach, rucking up her shirt. Everything is slow and deliberate, unhurried in a way that suggests that there's nothing else he'd rather be doing but hovering over Ea in this moment, tending to her with near-cloying care.
After he maneuvers her top off, leaving her in only her bra and panties, he cranes forward to kiss whatever part of her is closest. Her collarbone, her cleavage, her navel. He sees the forming of finger-shaped bruises at her waist where he'd gripped a little too hard before, and he soothes over those with his tongue and lips as well. Apologetic. ]
[ She would be taking off her shirt and bra on her own, while he peeled her out of her pants, but he wants to take care of her tonight. As much as it chafes for someone like Ea to lie still and let herself be pampered, she does it anyway.
He's gotten her very used to being pampered, in the time they've been together. It would not surprise her a single bit if he were this intense years down the line; she expects the intense devotion will only grow as time goes by, because Nico is both feral and loyal.
She lifts her head when he starts to kiss her hips, catching the sight of finger-shaped bruises too. ]
Don't. [ Very much not explanatory enough, Ea. She reaches down and tips his head up with her fingers under his chin, meeting feral gaze with feral gaze. ] Don't even think about apologising for them, love. I begged you for them.
[ The graph is not an inverse correlation: time will pass, and affection will also increase exponentially. He'll find more reasons to love her, not less.
Like what's happening now, with the chiding. Not being scolded for the marks, but for feeling badly about them, which should be absurd but isn't. It's flooring to think that his affection isn't a danger or a liability for her, that she wants him with teeth and claws and his muddled blood.
Nico smiles, even with his brows turned down; still contrite, but not excessively. Like a dog who jumped up on someone a little too enthusiastically, nosing at her bruises. ]
－They're a bit hard to show off.
[ Trying for levity, scraping his teeth gently along one of the incriminating marks. Maybe someone will see them if she stretches and her shirt pulls up above her waistline, but they'll remain hidden otherwise. ]
[ She lets out a huff of laughter, chased down by a hum - his teeth against her skin there serve less as a tender gesture than as away to stir up some feelings. The flutter in her stomach, the flick of her tail under her. Careful, Nico, or there might be more. ]
Mm - guess they are. [ It's not like she wears any clothes that would reveal them outside of the bedroom. In which case, there is a simple conclusion: ] So leave them somewhere more visible.
[ Correction: it's not that she wants him with teeth and claws and his muddled blood, it's that she loves him most in these moments, when there's no barrier between them and the deep-rooted need.
She has made no efforts to hide that she's been attracted to him from the very start, but the love? The love slammed into her, by surprise, all at once. Somewhere between the Underdark and Moonrise Towers, she looked at Nico across the camp fire, knowing that she knew what he looked like under the feathery mask, and felt a hook sink into her heart - the chain at the end attaching itself to him. It's a violent way to think of love, and yet... at least she could recognise it, finally. ]
[ Attraction begets affection begets attachment－ now, Nico is sure that part of his soul is in the shape of an Infernal, a different him with horns and a tail that lives right under Ea's skin. He can pretend that he isn't part celestial in favor of this fantasy; it's nice to think that he's always belonged with her.
(She looked at him back then, in all that fire and blood, and for all that everyone has ever told him that they acknowledge him as a part of the world they inhabit, he'd never felt more seen than when she called him "duckling" for the first time.)
He sits up, straddling her hips with his thighs. Looking down at her with pale eyes, the kind of eyes that people who don't know him very well sometimes call hollow; they're suffused with warmth and heat, knifepoint focus tracing the outline of Ea's body. ]
You're fine with that?
[ It's not like the others don't know (they probably know too much, at this point), but it's one thing to scandalize Gale and another thing for Ea to show up looking like Nico mauled her with his mouth. ]
[ Love very clearly has a way of making her stupid, because with the way Nico is looking at her - heat blooming under her skin anywhere his gaze touches - she could swear that he wants to leave more than a few hickeys. That's not the part of what makes her stupid. It's the quickened heartbeat, and the burning desire to let him. To wear his fingerprints and his teeth marks and his love bites everywhere.
To show up to breakfast tomorrow marked and claimed and very clearly his.
It makes her hold her breath as she holds his eyes, her ears ringing for a moment. She finally nods, exhales. ] I'm sure. I'm very sure.
[ His expression softens and sharpens in the same breath: angels are demonstrably terrifying creatures. An outerplanar being will never strictly be normal. ]
Whatever you want. [ Is a sweet threat. Who knows how much she can push that promise? To destructive ends, probably, but Nico also trusts her and loves her, and they need a world to live in together－ he knows they're not bad people, at the end of the day.
Nico is, however, very naughty with his teeth. Bracketing Ea, elbows on either side of her face, he bends down and opens his mouth, pressing the first of many other bitemarks into her neck. ]
I could swallow you whole, [ he jokes (citation needed). A little negotiating of limbs and positions, and he makes sure to have his knee pressed between her legs, rubbing up against her cunt as he litters obvious, angry-red marks all along her perfect skin: on her neck, under her jaw, on her clavicle. ]
[ Though true, theoretically they are both outerplanar beings to some degree - Ea, growing up on an island kingdom far from the Swords Coast, happy childhood, loving parents, might be a more distant degree than Nico. Nevertheless, his expression sharpens, and Ea's matches it, her lips parting to show those sharp incisors, her tongue pressed against the back of the top row of teeth. There's something vaguely like tasting lightning, when Nico lets his freak aasimar flag fly.
Unfortunate, really, that she has grown addicted to the taste of lightning. ]
Fuck - [ That's a whimper, from the first bite and from the joke (sources?) he murmurs against her neck. She has already reached up to hold onto him with both hands, never so submissive that she'd deny herself the comfort of touch. Her hands are a solid grip on his forearms but don't stop him. Not when he rearranges, not when he bites-kisses again.
Before the second lovebite is done, she's rubbing herself against his knee, seeking friction like a flower seeks sunlight, rolling her hips and letting out another whimper when it's just right. ]
[ Little whispers of teeth and tongue, pressing inwards, breaking capillaries. Reminders that she's wanted, in the shape of his canines. You are loved, you are needed, you are perfect. Like driving anchors into skin, writing prayers with his mouth. ]
You're blooming all over, [ he breathes, kissing over an especially-bright crescent bruise he's left on Ea's shoulder. It pulses to the time of her heartbeat, pretty. ] So beautiful.
[ Does she believe it? He wants her to, the way he's wanted her to believe everything that's come out of his mouth tonight; he wants her skin to tingle for the next few days with the love he's pouring into her now.
He keeps covering her with dots of red-purple, humming to the feeling of the slick friction along his knee. ] So wet, too.
[ At least she doesn't bristle at the slow exploration, too blissed out of her mind to ask him to touch her more. He'll get to it, and in the meantime she will get this praise and his bites.
She's panting by the time he points out that she's wet, any sort of reason and temperance flown out the window long ago. So, ] You left me full of your come, Nico...
[ And she's rubbed herself against his thigh so much at this point that her panties feel glued to her pussy like second skin, a mess of everything that's dripped out of her. ] Gods...
[ There's no way that she'll not show her bruises and marks now, but he's doing a good job replacing any won in the battle with his. She doesn't know what to do with all that love, other than want it and take it. ] So wet, yeah... Take responsibility.
[ He'd left a mess, and he's still making a mess. On her, in her. They're both going to reek of sex the next day, pheromones and serotonin; Nico will hover around Ea like a monochrome phantom, dark and watchful, masked and too attentive. He has a feeling that absolutely everyone will be so sick of his shit by the end of breakfast.
That's way too far in the future, though. Now, he gently dislodges Ea's grip from around his neck, rears up, and wrinkles bedsheets as he traverses down her body. His knee slips out from between her legs, damp; the missing heat against his skin makes his throat bob with need. ]
Happily. [ Landing a kiss on Ea's stomach, licking a hot stripe over her navel. She tastes good everywhere, salt and arousal on her skin. He could trace her with his mouth all night. ] I'm not trying to torment you anymore.
[ A wry little smile, remembering how he'd pinned her against the wall, legs dangling. Not exactly commendable behavior, though he doesn't regret it; he'll make it up to her now, between her legs, nuzzled up against the wet fabric of her ruined panties. He sighs, content, and mouths at her without removing her underwear. ]
[ So he claims, but what is this overwhelming wave after wave of dizzying pleasure if not torment? She can't even complain, when in truth she fucking lives for this. They are going to wreck each other tonight, she can tell that from the way he looks down at his knee once he moves it away from her.
So, he's noticed. She's not playing around, this insatiability is very much real, and despite the reassurrances from earlier it also still feels desperate. She wants him to wreck her. She wants him.
How she managed to last without dragging him to bed for the weeks of existential crisis she just had is anyone's guess, but he's been patient and waiting and she wants to give him everything. ]
Oh fuck - [ her voice trembles on the first touch of his mouth to her pussy, heat zinging up her spine intensely. She grabs the bedsheets in both hands, holds on and keeps her legs spread. All he has to do is mouth at her, and she's already primed. ] Oh gods, thank you...
[ He's fucked her with his fingers, his cock, and she's still so eager for him. he might as well complete the circle, fuck her with his mouth, since she's begging for it; hot and sweet with his come overflowing. If she wants to be ruined so badly, he'll give her exactly what she needs. ]
You have the prettiest cunt.
[ No filter, as usual. He says it with his mouth pressed against her heat, muffled, with his tongue trying to find her clit over the thin film of Ea's soaked panties. The thing is, he hasn't seen enough of other women to really compare, but he's fairly certain that these are the only pair of thighs he'd ever want to get trapped between.
Humming, Nico finally hooks his thumb into Ea's waistband and pulls the obstruction out of his way. It takes some negotiation, one leg hooked up with the heel of her foot hiked up onto his shoulder for balance, but he manages to peel the layer off and indulge in the sight of her, slick and so fucking delicious; the rumbling in the back of his throat when he closes his mouth over her pussy is a near-purr, leonine in its contentedness. He cleans her, sucks over her clit, savoring every shudder and attempt to grind into his face. ]
[ Attempts to grind into his face are a-plenty. She is ravenous, all over again, but there's a softness to him anytime he eats her out. Maybe softness isn't a fair description - he is cut like a diamond and just as sharp most times, but he is definitely different. It might be the indulgent licks and the way he kisses her cunt open, and the way he sighs through his nose like he's just taken a bite of the most delicious, ripe fruit.
Nico eats out like his life's goal is to waste hours between her legs. She loves it every single time.
Had this been earlier tonight, or maybe yesterday, she'd think herself unworthy of his much generosity and pleasure, but now? ]
Fuck, you're - feel so good - [ Now, she's blissed out, eyes shut and toes curled in pleasure, and hips restlessly trying to pursue more. Does she love having her leg over his shoulder? Absolutely. It works so well, when she inevitably reaches down and grabs onto his hair, the bottom tips of his jagged halo thrumming inches away. ]
[ This is exactly, precisely, what she deserves. And, incidentally, exactly what Nico wants to do, which means that planets are aligning very nicely. He's soft about this, as he is about most things that have to do with intimacy and Ea, but he also loves the selfishness with which he can approach this, the indulgence of taking his time and feeling Ea clench around his tongue, making friction that isn't just about trying to take pleasure from her.
He wants his jaw to ache by the time she finishes. The fingers in his hair just do something to him, too― he moans against her clit and noses it, a drunk smile tugging at the corner of his wet lips. ]
Tug my halo, [ he laughs, and sucks at her cunt, messy. ] Fuck, Ea, the way you want me.
[ Not a real sentence, probably, but it says what it needs to. He loves Ea, loves that she wants him, wants her for wanting him. Using one hand to spread her pussy more, he licks up and into her, knowing that she must be so tender and sensitive by now after all the sex they've had all night. ]
[ She lets out an intoxicated, dizzy kind of laugh, arching at the sensation of his tongue pressing inside her, and wraps her hand around his halo - one shard at a time - and tugs on it. After the first attempt, there's absolutely no-one who would be able to state that she's not giving his halo a handjob, because she is. Wraps her hand around a longer shard and strokes it down, then up. ]
[ It's hard to describe what the hand around his halo feels like: almost like having someone stick a hand between his ribs and palpate his heart directly, maybe. Like they're touching something inherent and intimate, a little part of his soul. Nico gasps against Ea's legs, and moans with his mouth full.
She should feel the response through that small shard of pure magic, static electricity made more arcane. Old and strange. Like sticking her hand in a star-filled void.
It's intoxicating, being touched like that. It makes Nico mouth against her with more desperation, panting into her cunt, hungry. Still careful, still mindful, but with more purpose. ]
Mine. [ If he's allowed to be visceral, she's allowed to be visceral. It's an immediate reaction, she can't help it; he asks her to keep him - as if she'd ever let him go, fuck. She waxed poetics about growing old with him just an hour ago.
So now she sticks her hand in star-filled voids some more, and arches against his mouth, floating on it. ]
[ Her hand on his halo, his mouth on her heat. It's as good as fucking, and Nico nuzzles up into Ea's grip, tongue flat against her pussy, raking up and over her sensitive clit. She tastes so good, feels so slick and hot on his lips, responds so sweetly with every buck and grind of her hips, the twitches and relaxing of her cunt.
He wants her to fall apart with her legs curled around his shoulders; he wants to suffocate with his face buried between her. He cheats a bit, thick thumb pressing into her after she tells him to have her, obliging her with the pressure of that digit spreading her open as he licks along her seam, wanting her to have every bit of pleasure she can glean from being worshipped.
Because he does. Worship her, he means. God, he feels her to feel like so wanted, like the most important person walking on this part of the universe's many planes of existence. ]
[ Maybe it's a good thing Ea is a committed realist with reckless and self-sacrificing streak, because if she were anything else, all this worship would go right to her head and she'd get smug about it, or take him for granted - which she just shouldn't allow.
She believes him, when he claims to love her, when he calls her his very own goddess, when he worships her like a committed, devoted cleric. But she also knows that nobody else feels this deeply about her, and she prefers it that way.
Still. Nevertheless. He's so very good at pushing all her buttons, and undoing her. Lo and behold, he slips his thumb inside her and his mouth kisses her open, and she actually lets out a sob again, a pleasure-drunk one.
She brings her knees up, resting her feet on his broad shoulders, and it opens her up in a whole new way. That way where his fingers fit better, when her cunt feels almost puffy with arousal, slick around his finger, slicker against his tongue. ]
Gods...gods, Nico... You - gods, you wreck me, I can't - I'll come... [ Warning? Request for permission? Sources needed. ] Fuck - grab my tail.
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Date: 2024-08-05 08:08 am (UTC)She sinks into his lap, shifting so she's close enough that they're chest to chest again. Her arms loop around his shoulder, and she kisses a scar on his jaw, and nuzzles her cheek against his like a cat seeking out affection.
Then, the question of a distraction. Her breath hitches, and she leans back to look at him, her eyes widening - lavenders and greens against black sclera - ] Yes - yeah. Please?
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Date: 2024-08-06 01:51 am (UTC)He smiles, combing his fingers through her hair. Petting her, his reciprocation for her feline nuzzling. ]
I could read you something, [ is the benign option. The less benign one: ] Or I could tire you out for the night.
[ Another valid option. He's fine with either, obviously; physical or non-physical, he's here with her for as long as she needs, in whatever way she requires. ]
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Date: 2024-08-06 06:43 am (UTC)So he gets to see it in her eyes, painfully obvious arousal, because maybe someone just remembered that she walked here still dripping with his come. She wants him to pull her pants down and discover it again, and lose his mind. ]
Tire me out. [ She brings both hands up to cup his face, a gods you're so beautiful on the tip of her tongue as she leans in and kisses him. ]
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Date: 2024-08-06 07:04 am (UTC)He presses their foreheads together as they kiss, still smelling sex and sweat on her; it's intoxicating in a way that Nico knows he'll never get used to. She feels as novel and fascinating to him as she'd felt the first time he'd touched her, the thrilling feeling of a floor about to drop under his feet. His heart flips, and clenches, and hammers.
When their mouths part, teeth grazing along Ea's lower lip, Nico smiles. A little subdued, but mostly fond. He adores her. ]
Lie on your back. [ He whispers, and nips at her chin. ] Let me take care of everything, tonight.
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Date: 2024-08-06 07:14 am (UTC)After the events at the end of the day, she could so easily crash. If she were on her own, for example, she'd find a tub full of hot water and rot in it, or she'd run, or she'd never make it out of the basement alive. Thank gods she's not on her own.
She kisses him with all those complicated I'm alive and I want to stay alive emotions, shifting in his lap to get closer to him, hips to hips and chest to chest. Two heartbeats pressed together.
When she opens her eyes next, it's with a somewhat sluggish blink. She cracks a little smile. ]
Okay - but fair warning, I might be a mess. [ She might learn to beg early on.
She leaves a parting kiss to the tip of his nose and gets out of his lap, lying on her back unceremoniously. Still dressed, still with her boots on, but Nico said he'll take care of everything tonight, and she recalls him saying he wanted to bring her here and keep her safe.
An impossible task in their livelihoods. She will let him take care of her, though, so he also feels more settled. ]
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Date: 2024-08-07 12:46 am (UTC)You're the kind of mess that I want.
[ Is that sweet, or mean? Nico and his poor filter; he doesn't examine that statement further, since it says exactly what he means. Mess or no, he wants her (past, present and future), and he thinks he's hammered that annoyingly home－ her assessment about him not being settled until he's convinced that she's convinced is entirely correct.
So. He starts with her boots, and works his way up. Careful fingers unlace her footwear, warm hands ease her pants down her long legs, palms press against her stomach, rucking up her shirt. Everything is slow and deliberate, unhurried in a way that suggests that there's nothing else he'd rather be doing but hovering over Ea in this moment, tending to her with near-cloying care.
After he maneuvers her top off, leaving her in only her bra and panties, he cranes forward to kiss whatever part of her is closest. Her collarbone, her cleavage, her navel. He sees the forming of finger-shaped bruises at her waist where he'd gripped a little too hard before, and he soothes over those with his tongue and lips as well. Apologetic. ]
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Date: 2024-08-07 06:12 am (UTC)He's gotten her very used to being pampered, in the time they've been together. It would not surprise her a single bit if he were this intense years down the line; she expects the intense devotion will only grow as time goes by, because Nico is both feral and loyal.
She lifts her head when he starts to kiss her hips, catching the sight of finger-shaped bruises too. ]
Don't. [ Very much not explanatory enough, Ea. She reaches down and tips his head up with her fingers under his chin, meeting feral gaze with feral gaze. ] Don't even think about apologising for them, love. I begged you for them.
I'm going to wear them as a badge of honour.
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Date: 2024-08-07 08:23 am (UTC)Like what's happening now, with the chiding. Not being scolded for the marks, but for feeling badly about them, which should be absurd but isn't. It's flooring to think that his affection isn't a danger or a liability for her, that she wants him with teeth and claws and his muddled blood.
Nico smiles, even with his brows turned down; still contrite, but not excessively. Like a dog who jumped up on someone a little too enthusiastically, nosing at her bruises. ]
－They're a bit hard to show off.
[ Trying for levity, scraping his teeth gently along one of the incriminating marks. Maybe someone will see them if she stretches and her shirt pulls up above her waistline, but they'll remain hidden otherwise. ]
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Date: 2024-08-07 08:54 am (UTC)Mm - guess they are. [ It's not like she wears any clothes that would reveal them outside of the bedroom. In which case, there is a simple conclusion: ] So leave them somewhere more visible.
[ Correction: it's not that she wants him with teeth and claws and his muddled blood, it's that she loves him most in these moments, when there's no barrier between them and the deep-rooted need.
She has made no efforts to hide that she's been attracted to him from the very start, but the love? The love slammed into her, by surprise, all at once. Somewhere between the Underdark and Moonrise Towers, she looked at Nico across the camp fire, knowing that she knew what he looked like under the feathery mask, and felt a hook sink into her heart - the chain at the end attaching itself to him. It's a violent way to think of love, and yet... at least she could recognise it, finally. ]
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Date: 2024-08-08 07:56 am (UTC)(She looked at him back then, in all that fire and blood, and for all that everyone has ever told him that they acknowledge him as a part of the world they inhabit, he'd never felt more seen than when she called him "duckling" for the first time.)
He sits up, straddling her hips with his thighs. Looking down at her with pale eyes, the kind of eyes that people who don't know him very well sometimes call hollow; they're suffused with warmth and heat, knifepoint focus tracing the outline of Ea's body. ]
You're fine with that?
[ It's not like the others don't know (they probably know too much, at this point), but it's one thing to scandalize Gale and another thing for Ea to show up looking like Nico mauled her with his mouth. ]
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Date: 2024-08-08 08:05 am (UTC)To show up to breakfast tomorrow marked and claimed and very clearly his.
It makes her hold her breath as she holds his eyes, her ears ringing for a moment. She finally nods, exhales. ] I'm sure. I'm very sure.
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Date: 2024-08-13 12:27 am (UTC)Whatever you want. [ Is a sweet threat. Who knows how much she can push that promise? To destructive ends, probably, but Nico also trusts her and loves her, and they need a world to live in together－ he knows they're not bad people, at the end of the day.
Nico is, however, very naughty with his teeth. Bracketing Ea, elbows on either side of her face, he bends down and opens his mouth, pressing the first of many other bitemarks into her neck. ]
I could swallow you whole, [ he jokes (citation needed). A little negotiating of limbs and positions, and he makes sure to have his knee pressed between her legs, rubbing up against her cunt as he litters obvious, angry-red marks all along her perfect skin: on her neck, under her jaw, on her clavicle. ]
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Date: 2024-08-13 07:24 am (UTC)Unfortunate, really, that she has grown addicted to the taste of lightning. ]
Fuck - [ That's a whimper, from the first bite and from the joke (sources?) he murmurs against her neck. She has already reached up to hold onto him with both hands, never so submissive that she'd deny herself the comfort of touch. Her hands are a solid grip on his forearms but don't stop him. Not when he rearranges, not when he bites-kisses again.
Before the second lovebite is done, she's rubbing herself against his knee, seeking friction like a flower seeks sunlight, rolling her hips and letting out another whimper when it's just right. ]
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Date: 2024-08-14 05:34 am (UTC)You're blooming all over, [ he breathes, kissing over an especially-bright crescent bruise he's left on Ea's shoulder. It pulses to the time of her heartbeat, pretty. ] So beautiful.
[ Does she believe it? He wants her to, the way he's wanted her to believe everything that's come out of his mouth tonight; he wants her skin to tingle for the next few days with the love he's pouring into her now.
He keeps covering her with dots of red-purple, humming to the feeling of the slick friction along his knee. ] So wet, too.
[ Guilty as charged. ]
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Date: 2024-08-14 05:55 am (UTC)She's panting by the time he points out that she's wet, any sort of reason and temperance flown out the window long ago. So, ] You left me full of your come, Nico...
[ And she's rubbed herself against his thigh so much at this point that her panties feel glued to her pussy like second skin, a mess of everything that's dripped out of her. ] Gods...
[ There's no way that she'll not show her bruises and marks now, but he's doing a good job replacing any won in the battle with his. She doesn't know what to do with all that love, other than want it and take it. ] So wet, yeah... Take responsibility.
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Date: 2024-08-14 08:39 am (UTC)That's way too far in the future, though. Now, he gently dislodges Ea's grip from around his neck, rears up, and wrinkles bedsheets as he traverses down her body. His knee slips out from between her legs, damp; the missing heat against his skin makes his throat bob with need. ]
Happily. [ Landing a kiss on Ea's stomach, licking a hot stripe over her navel. She tastes good everywhere, salt and arousal on her skin. He could trace her with his mouth all night. ] I'm not trying to torment you anymore.
[ A wry little smile, remembering how he'd pinned her against the wall, legs dangling. Not exactly commendable behavior, though he doesn't regret it; he'll make it up to her now, between her legs, nuzzled up against the wet fabric of her ruined panties. He sighs, content, and mouths at her without removing her underwear. ]
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Date: 2024-08-14 09:08 am (UTC)So, he's noticed. She's not playing around, this insatiability is very much real, and despite the reassurrances from earlier it also still feels desperate. She wants him to wreck her. She wants him.
How she managed to last without dragging him to bed for the weeks of existential crisis she just had is anyone's guess, but he's been patient and waiting and she wants to give him everything. ]
Oh fuck - [ her voice trembles on the first touch of his mouth to her pussy, heat zinging up her spine intensely. She grabs the bedsheets in both hands, holds on and keeps her legs spread. All he has to do is mouth at her, and she's already primed. ] Oh gods, thank you...
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Date: 2024-08-14 12:49 pm (UTC)You have the prettiest cunt.
[ No filter, as usual. He says it with his mouth pressed against her heat, muffled, with his tongue trying to find her clit over the thin film of Ea's soaked panties. The thing is, he hasn't seen enough of other women to really compare, but he's fairly certain that these are the only pair of thighs he'd ever want to get trapped between.
Humming, Nico finally hooks his thumb into Ea's waistband and pulls the obstruction out of his way. It takes some negotiation, one leg hooked up with the heel of her foot hiked up onto his shoulder for balance, but he manages to peel the layer off and indulge in the sight of her, slick and so fucking delicious; the rumbling in the back of his throat when he closes his mouth over her pussy is a near-purr, leonine in its contentedness. He cleans her, sucks over her clit, savoring every shudder and attempt to grind into his face. ]
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Date: 2024-08-14 12:57 pm (UTC)Nico eats out like his life's goal is to waste hours between her legs. She loves it every single time.
Had this been earlier tonight, or maybe yesterday, she'd think herself unworthy of his much generosity and pleasure, but now? ]
Fuck, you're - feel so good - [ Now, she's blissed out, eyes shut and toes curled in pleasure, and hips restlessly trying to pursue more. Does she love having her leg over his shoulder? Absolutely. It works so well, when she inevitably reaches down and grabs onto his hair, the bottom tips of his jagged halo thrumming inches away. ]
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Date: 2024-08-14 01:08 pm (UTC)He wants his jaw to ache by the time she finishes. The fingers in his hair just do something to him, too― he moans against her clit and noses it, a drunk smile tugging at the corner of his wet lips. ]
Tug my halo, [ he laughs, and sucks at her cunt, messy. ] Fuck, Ea, the way you want me.
[ Not a real sentence, probably, but it says what it needs to. He loves Ea, loves that she wants him, wants her for wanting him. Using one hand to spread her pussy more, he licks up and into her, knowing that she must be so tender and sensitive by now after all the sex they've had all night. ]
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Date: 2024-08-14 01:20 pm (UTC)So much - want more, don't stop...
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Date: 2024-08-14 01:39 pm (UTC)She should feel the response through that small shard of pure magic, static electricity made more arcane. Old and strange. Like sticking her hand in a star-filled void.
It's intoxicating, being touched like that. It makes Nico mouth against her with more desperation, panting into her cunt, hungry. Still careful, still mindful, but with more purpose. ]
Keep me.
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Date: 2024-08-14 01:55 pm (UTC)So now she sticks her hand in star-filled voids some more, and arches against his mouth, floating on it. ]
Always - keep you always. Have me.
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Date: 2024-08-17 11:57 am (UTC)He wants her to fall apart with her legs curled around his shoulders; he wants to suffocate with his face buried between her. He cheats a bit, thick thumb pressing into her after she tells him to have her, obliging her with the pressure of that digit spreading her open as he licks along her seam, wanting her to have every bit of pleasure she can glean from being worshipped.
Because he does. Worship her, he means. God, he feels her to feel like so wanted, like the most important person walking on this part of the universe's many planes of existence. ]
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Date: 2024-08-17 04:32 pm (UTC)She believes him, when he claims to love her, when he calls her his very own goddess, when he worships her like a committed, devoted cleric. But she also knows that nobody else feels this deeply about her, and she prefers it that way.
Still. Nevertheless. He's so very good at pushing all her buttons, and undoing her. Lo and behold, he slips his thumb inside her and his mouth kisses her open, and she actually lets out a sob again, a pleasure-drunk one.
She brings her knees up, resting her feet on his broad shoulders, and it opens her up in a whole new way. That way where his fingers fit better, when her cunt feels almost puffy with arousal, slick around his finger, slicker against his tongue. ]
Gods...gods, Nico... You - gods, you wreck me, I can't - I'll come... [ Warning? Request for permission? Sources needed. ] Fuck - grab my tail.
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