[ 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: 2024-08-14 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. ]