[ 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.
[ Committed, but not a sycophant. Nico will contest Ea again and again, every time she tries to kill herself, kill her heart, for reasons unknown to him. He'll pull her back to bed like this, cushion her in affection, make her reconsider her desire to whittle herself thin.
She's so beautiful when she's full. Full of life, full of wants, full of him. He hums around the heat of her, nosing against her reddened clit and flicking it with the tip of his tongue, feeling how she's so close, just on the verge of trembling so hard that she shatters completely. ]
Come. Come for me. [ His thumb slides out, slicks up along her wetness, traces along her inner thigh until he finally obliges her request to grab, which he does: fingers around the base of her tail, stroking the way he'd stroke his own cock, slow and deliberate and indulgent. ]
[ That'll do it. The raspy voice, the simple order - request? - and she's ready to obey it like it's her only goal in life.
Her tail tip twitches at the touch, and Ea arches under him, toes curling where they are on his shoulders. She pants, it feels hysterical, and her head spins as pleasure swells and swells -
When it hits her, it slams into her. She manages a wrecked moan in warning, and the rest is a mess for his mouth to deal with. A inescapable heat in the pit of her stomach snaps, and her release is immediate, squirting out in a few almost-painful gushes that drench the sheets under her, her tail, his hand, his chin, and whatever else is in the way. ]
[ Nico is wholly unprepared for it, but the way Ea comes apart for him is fucking perfect; her peak is messy and wet, uncontrolled and uncalculated, and he licks his lips as he pulls back, dripping with the taste of her. A few more caresses to her flushed-pink pussy, thumb teasing against her slit until she finishes, and Nico finally relents, humming in contentment as he watches Ea's hips stop jerking. ]
So beautiful, [ he breathes. He bows to kiss her navel, feels her stuttering breaths under his lips, the hummingbird-flutter of her pulse. ] I could do this all night.
[ Care for her, wait for her to settle, make her come all over again. Rinse, repeat. She wouldn't be good for anything tomorrow, but that's fine: he can actually carry her around all day, the way he'd promised before, back in the dark of that filthy basement. ]
[ She is almost ready to apologise for the mess, but his thumb continuing to rub between her sensitive labia is enough to drive her away from that (frankly dumb) intention.
Why bother, when Nico clearly likes it. He called her beautiful again, so he must. She lets out a tiny huff, laughter. ]
[ Reciprocating the laugh, low and heady, warm against Ea's stomach. Not actually playing at being coy, since he's no good at anything beyond saying exactly what's on his mind. Someone needs to install a mental sieve in his skull. ]
It's like the first time, every time I do it.
[ Love-drunk. He well and truly believes it, though, which is the stupid thing: he could do this every night for the rest of eternity, and he'll feel the same thrill as the first time she let him snake between her legs. ]
[ She sinks her fingers into his hair and pulls, to direct his gaze up to her face, so she can meet those eerie, beloved, storm cloud eyes. ]
Come up here. I want to kiss you while you taste like my pussy.
[ Speaking of needing a mental sieve! She doesn't even bother to blush from it. She just needs his mouth on hers, his hips pressing her down, his broad shoulders acting like a wall that she can grab onto. ]
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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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Date: 2024-08-23 05:42 am (UTC)She's so beautiful when she's full. Full of life, full of wants, full of him. He hums around the heat of her, nosing against her reddened clit and flicking it with the tip of his tongue, feeling how she's so close, just on the verge of trembling so hard that she shatters completely. ]
Come. Come for me. [ His thumb slides out, slicks up along her wetness, traces along her inner thigh until he finally obliges her request to grab, which he does: fingers around the base of her tail, stroking the way he'd stroke his own cock, slow and deliberate and indulgent. ]
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Date: 2024-08-23 06:29 am (UTC)Her tail tip twitches at the touch, and Ea arches under him, toes curling where they are on his shoulders. She pants, it feels hysterical, and her head spins as pleasure swells and swells -
When it hits her, it slams into her. She manages a wrecked moan in warning, and the rest is a mess for his mouth to deal with. A inescapable heat in the pit of her stomach snaps, and her release is immediate, squirting out in a few almost-painful gushes that drench the sheets under her, her tail, his hand, his chin, and whatever else is in the way. ]
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Date: 2024-08-26 04:08 am (UTC)So beautiful, [ he breathes. He bows to kiss her navel, feels her stuttering breaths under his lips, the hummingbird-flutter of her pulse. ] I could do this all night.
[ Care for her, wait for her to settle, make her come all over again. Rinse, repeat. She wouldn't be good for anything tomorrow, but that's fine: he can actually carry her around all day, the way he'd promised before, back in the dark of that filthy basement. ]
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Date: 2024-08-26 09:11 am (UTC)Why bother, when Nico clearly likes it. He called her beautiful again, so he must. She lets out a tiny huff, laughter. ]
You say that every time you eat me out.
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Date: 2024-08-26 09:21 am (UTC)[ Reciprocating the laugh, low and heady, warm against Ea's stomach. Not actually playing at being coy, since he's no good at anything beyond saying exactly what's on his mind. Someone needs to install a mental sieve in his skull. ]
It's like the first time, every time I do it.
[ Love-drunk. He well and truly believes it, though, which is the stupid thing: he could do this every night for the rest of eternity, and he'll feel the same thrill as the first time she let him snake between her legs. ]
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Date: 2024-08-26 09:31 am (UTC)Come up here. I want to kiss you while you taste like my pussy.
[ Speaking of needing a mental sieve! She doesn't even bother to blush from it. She just needs his mouth on hers, his hips pressing her down, his broad shoulders acting like a wall that she can grab onto. ]