[ Nico doesn't have a terribly good pokerface around Ea: right now, his open, fucked-out expression says "was it good for you?" which is. You know. Not subtle. Her words soothe over a good chunk of his concerns, however, letting him ease back into lethargic bliss, thick arms loosely wrapped around Ea like twin (heavy) noodles.
Like a big dog that isn't aware that he's not built for sitting on laps. He nuzzles against Ea again, affectionate. ]
If I had to guess, yes.
[ The statement is way too specific to warrant a "no". Nico traces circles along the small of Ea's back, idly contemplative. ]
...What else do you enjoy?
[ Because, you know. They're learning a lot about each other today. ]
[ She lets her head rest back on the pillow, sighing with contentment and moving her hand up his back so she can gently comb her fingers through his hair. That's better. She's afterglowing here, still buzzing with the high of everything that happened, and with the knowledge that she'll get to do that again.
He does ask, but it takes her a pause and a half to answer. ] In general? [ Another beat, an exhale. ] I think everything we've done together has been on my list. But...I'll admit I've been thinking of new things.
[ She finds the exercise of coming his hair with her fingers self-soothing, and almost hypnotic. Every ounce of tension just melting off her, like ice chips left in the sun. ]
Ah, for example - sleep. I think I would like to...wake you up one day by sinking down on your cock, or taking it in my mouth. Would you like that? And - vice versa, definitely.
[ It should bother him more, as a grown-ass man, that he's being pet like a domesticated animal, but he could not possibly care less― if anything, he bumps up against her palm like a dog bumping into a particularly beloved set of hands, angling himself so that she can comfortably comb his hair without his halo getting in the way.
His eyes half-shutter. Comforted, comfortable. The topic of conversation is decidedly far from innocent, but that seems to be the running theme of the day. ]
You're asking me if I want you to wake me up with your need?
[ Fuck. Nico chuckles, low and throaty. ] Gods, yes. I want the first thing I feel in the morning to be you sheathed around me.
[ Well, if he's a massive dog being petted by a particularly beloved set of hands, he's her dog. There's a brief hum of acknowledgement and approval when he angles his head so she can comb his hair better, and grazes her nails down his scalp.
Unintentionally seductive. It's the conversation, and where it's gone. She can't help but follow the train of thought. ]
I'd have to be very careful not to wake you until then, then. Contain all urges to bite your lovely shoulders good morning.
[ Which is really not a complaint. He keeps his head rested against Ea's collarbone, ear pressed to the sound of her heartbeat. A little faster than usual, but in a pleasant way. ]
Would you let me come? Or would you leave me like you did today, hard and restless for the rest of the day?
[ She bites the inside of her cheek at that question, considering it. Desire feels a little bit like a chipped tooth now, and she wants to run her tongue over it even though she said she was satisfied with what she got. ]
I'd let you fill me to the brim. [ She turns her head, lips brushing against his forehead. ] How's that?
[ She's so fucking sweet. Coming down from successive and explosive orgasms, Nico's brain is a gelatinous mess: fifty percent affection, the other fifty percent some syrupy, sex-drenched gibberish. All he can think about is how much he loves Ea, and how much he loves the filthy things coming out of her pretty mouth.
Kissing against her flushed skin, Nico pulls closer and encloses her more fully in his two-armed embrace. ]
And make me smell myself on you all day. [ More dog comparisons. He brings it on himself. ] My brain'd melt. All that'd be left would be the tadpole.
Feral. [ Somehow she makes it sound like the praise it is, and bites his nose gently, a low chuckle following shortly after. He is so sweet and intense and she couldn't love him more - but she'll sure as fuck try. ]
You like that, don't you? The idea of watching your come drip out of me, the idea that I'd beg you for it.
[ His breath is a low rumble, amused and warm; he feels teeth on his nose and reciprocates with his own teeth to her chin, bite for bite. ]
You wouldn't even have to beg me for it.
[ He'd probably beg her for it, to let him fill her and go crazy for the rest of the day with the knowledge that she's keeping his spend in her. He shifts one of his hands from its perch against the small of his back, circling it around to her front, against her stomach. Where his cock'd be, where he'd spill in her. ]
I like the thought of being so deep inside you that you feel me all day.
[ Here she trembles a little, not out of fear but because she knows exactly what he's making her touch. He forgets she's begged for it deep often enough that she knows by heart how he fits inside her, how thick the stretch, how generously it drips out of her. How messy.
Inevitably that means that she imagines it now, and under the fabric of her panties, her cunt clenches around nothing trying to replicate something from memory.
She turns her head to him, her skin turned a darker lavender around her cheeks. ]
That's every time, my love. It's my favourite part.
[ She leans in, nudging her lips against his brow. ]
I want you to keep it inside me until you get hard again and fill me again. I want to be the one who gets you hard again, like that.
[ Is it even physiologically possible for him to get hard again, after being wrung dry inside and out? Nico is willing to see if celestial blood affects refractory periods; then again, maybe it has nothing to do with the limits of the not-quite-human body, and everything to do with Ea and her ability to make everything in Nico go haywire.
His hand trails down towards the warmth between Ea's legs－ he remembers that she took the harness and toy off, but was she wearing anything under that?－ fingers pressing against her soft inner thigh, tracing up and down until he can test to see if he can give her friction. ]
No one else could.
[ The drow twins could come at him with their Menzoberranzan love tricks, and his dick wouldn't even twitch. He's convinced of it. ]
[ She sucks in a breath at the sudden touch, which is a surprise clearly not shared by her cunt, from how it all but clenches and flutters inside. All this talk about having his cock deep as it can do, and she is of course affected. Would have to be dead not to be affected by Nico.
Even just from talking, she'd be wet, but what he finds is a whole other level. Her panties feel like a flimsy, tearable layer, one that is glued to the shape of her pussy from how soaked she is.
In summary: giving her friction won't be hard, all he really needs to do is what he's doing now, and she shivers from it. ]
Do aasimar mate? [ What a perfectly timed, breathless question. ] F-fuck... I'm doing a terrible job at taking care of you here... [ Here being: her hips rolling so she can grind against his hand. ]
[ Do aasimar mate? Nico actually has no earthly (outer-planar-ly) idea, and he says as much: ]
Not a clue.
[ No hint of chagrin in his tone, though. Resigned to not knowing a single thing about how he's supposed to work, he's learned not to let his ignorance of what he is bother him in the company of others. Especially not in front of Ea, who he is currently thinking of in terms of "mating", which turns his tone more playful than anything else.
Case in point: his wandering hands, gaining intent. Languid and unhurried, tracing the outline of Ea's cunt over soaked-through panties, pressing up every time she grinds down. ]
You're taking care of my imagination with this talk of "mating", though.
[ Oh - oh. She sucks in a breath, her back arching as his hand gains that intent. She has one arm around his shoulders, and her grip on his shoulder tightens. Her other hand comes to the bed beside her, twisting the bedsheets into her fist.
It's 'grind against his palm until you're desperate' o'clock, apparently. ]
Oh, yeah? [ Swallows, around a thick knot in her throat. ] You wanna mate me, darling? [ Who knows what that even means. ]
[ What does this mean??? We just do not know. The audacity of asking Nico anything when his current INT and WIS stats sit at a whopping 0.
He's cruising on CON and CHA－ way too many points poured into those. Fingers slip under Ea's ruined underwear, his fingers tenting the fabric as he works to rub her directly, skin on skin, warmth to warmth. Slick, wet sounds fill the space between them, and Nico pauses for a moment to draw his fingers up to his mouth to taste the arousal on his digits. ]
Sometimes I want to sink my teeth into you while we fuck, [ is probably slightly unhinged. ] Like an animal. Keep you pinned while I make love to you.
[ More 0-INT things. He goes back to touching Ea again, giving her slow, steady friction. ] If that's "mating"―
[ She watches his fingers make the path from between her legs up to his mouth like she's suddenly in a trance. It fries her brain and turns her into mush, primal and needy mush, to witness him lick her slick off his fingers.
She'd give him anything right now if it got him to do it again.
Like the biting - yes please, the biting. ]
Fuck. [ She makes a choked little sound and moves her hand from his shoulder to his hair at the back of his skull, messing it up so she can pull him up. She meets his gaze for a moment, the crushes her lips to his for a heady kiss. ]
Do that. [ When she's breaking for air, the direct approach happens. ] I want it. I told you already, sweetheart - I love it when you're feral. I love you.
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Date: 2024-08-14 08:45 am (UTC)Like a big dog that isn't aware that he's not built for sitting on laps. He nuzzles against Ea again, affectionate. ]
If I had to guess, yes.
[ The statement is way too specific to warrant a "no". Nico traces circles along the small of Ea's back, idly contemplative. ]
...What else do you enjoy?
[ Because, you know. They're learning a lot about each other today. ]
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Date: 2024-08-14 09:18 am (UTC)He does ask, but it takes her a pause and a half to answer. ] In general? [ Another beat, an exhale. ] I think everything we've done together has been on my list. But...I'll admit I've been thinking of new things.
[ She finds the exercise of coming his hair with her fingers self-soothing, and almost hypnotic. Every ounce of tension just melting off her, like ice chips left in the sun. ]
Ah, for example - sleep. I think I would like to...wake you up one day by sinking down on your cock, or taking it in my mouth. Would you like that? And - vice versa, definitely.
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Date: 2024-08-14 12:56 pm (UTC)His eyes half-shutter. Comforted, comfortable. The topic of conversation is decidedly far from innocent, but that seems to be the running theme of the day. ]
You're asking me if I want you to wake me up with your need?
[ Fuck. Nico chuckles, low and throaty. ] Gods, yes. I want the first thing I feel in the morning to be you sheathed around me.
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Date: 2024-08-14 01:01 pm (UTC)Unintentionally seductive. It's the conversation, and where it's gone. She can't help but follow the train of thought. ]
I'd have to be very careful not to wake you until then, then. Contain all urges to bite your lovely shoulders good morning.
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Date: 2024-08-14 01:13 pm (UTC)You just want to watch me squirm.
[ Which is really not a complaint. He keeps his head rested against Ea's collarbone, ear pressed to the sound of her heartbeat. A little faster than usual, but in a pleasant way. ]
Would you let me come? Or would you leave me like you did today, hard and restless for the rest of the day?
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Date: 2024-08-14 01:22 pm (UTC)I'd let you fill me to the brim. [ She turns her head, lips brushing against his forehead. ] How's that?
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Date: 2024-08-14 01:43 pm (UTC)Kissing against her flushed skin, Nico pulls closer and encloses her more fully in his two-armed embrace. ]
And make me smell myself on you all day. [ More dog comparisons. He brings it on himself. ] My brain'd melt. All that'd be left would be the tadpole.
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Date: 2024-08-14 01:53 pm (UTC)You like that, don't you? The idea of watching your come drip out of me, the idea that I'd beg you for it.
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Date: 2024-08-17 11:49 am (UTC)You wouldn't even have to beg me for it.
[ He'd probably beg her for it, to let him fill her and go crazy for the rest of the day with the knowledge that she's keeping his spend in her. He shifts one of his hands from its perch against the small of his back, circling it around to her front, against her stomach. Where his cock'd be, where he'd spill in her. ]
I like the thought of being so deep inside you that you feel me all day.
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Date: 2024-08-17 03:53 pm (UTC)Inevitably that means that she imagines it now, and under the fabric of her panties, her cunt clenches around nothing trying to replicate something from memory.
She turns her head to him, her skin turned a darker lavender around her cheeks. ]
That's every time, my love. It's my favourite part.
[ She leans in, nudging her lips against his brow. ]
I want you to keep it inside me until you get hard again and fill me again. I want to be the one who gets you hard again, like that.
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Date: 2024-08-23 05:32 am (UTC)His hand trails down towards the warmth between Ea's legs－ he remembers that she took the harness and toy off, but was she wearing anything under that?－ fingers pressing against her soft inner thigh, tracing up and down until he can test to see if he can give her friction. ]
No one else could.
[ The drow twins could come at him with their Menzoberranzan love tricks, and his dick wouldn't even twitch. He's convinced of it. ]
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Date: 2024-08-23 06:40 am (UTC)Even just from talking, she'd be wet, but what he finds is a whole other level. Her panties feel like a flimsy, tearable layer, one that is glued to the shape of her pussy from how soaked she is.
In summary: giving her friction won't be hard, all he really needs to do is what he's doing now, and she shivers from it. ]
Do aasimar mate? [ What a perfectly timed, breathless question. ] F-fuck... I'm doing a terrible job at taking care of you here... [ Here being: her hips rolling so she can grind against his hand. ]
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Date: 2024-08-26 04:25 am (UTC)Not a clue.
[ No hint of chagrin in his tone, though. Resigned to not knowing a single thing about how he's supposed to work, he's learned not to let his ignorance of what he is bother him in the company of others. Especially not in front of Ea, who he is currently thinking of in terms of "mating", which turns his tone more playful than anything else.
Case in point: his wandering hands, gaining intent. Languid and unhurried, tracing the outline of Ea's cunt over soaked-through panties, pressing up every time she grinds down. ]
You're taking care of my imagination with this talk of "mating", though.
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Date: 2024-08-26 09:23 am (UTC)It's 'grind against his palm until you're desperate' o'clock, apparently. ]
Oh, yeah? [ Swallows, around a thick knot in her throat. ] You wanna mate me, darling? [ Who knows what that even means. ]
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Date: 2024-08-26 09:41 am (UTC)He's cruising on CON and CHA－ way too many points poured into those. Fingers slip under Ea's ruined underwear, his fingers tenting the fabric as he works to rub her directly, skin on skin, warmth to warmth. Slick, wet sounds fill the space between them, and Nico pauses for a moment to draw his fingers up to his mouth to taste the arousal on his digits. ]
Sometimes I want to sink my teeth into you while we fuck, [ is probably slightly unhinged. ] Like an animal. Keep you pinned while I make love to you.
[ More 0-INT things. He goes back to touching Ea again, giving her slow, steady friction. ] If that's "mating"―
―yes, I'd like that.
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Date: 2024-08-26 09:50 am (UTC)She'd give him anything right now if it got him to do it again.
Like the biting - yes please, the biting. ]
Fuck. [ She makes a choked little sound and moves her hand from his shoulder to his hair at the back of his skull, messing it up so she can pull him up. She meets his gaze for a moment, the crushes her lips to his for a heady kiss. ]
Do that. [ When she's breaking for air, the direct approach happens. ] I want it. I told you already, sweetheart - I love it when you're feral. I love you.