[ Ah, she goes right for his weak spot, the head scratches...and he is as susceptible to them as ever. Leaning his head into her touch, his eyes close briefly, a quiet, contented sound easing up from his throat. It feels soooo nice... ]
Y-yeah? You...like my hair like this?
[ ...He may have to consider wearing it like this more often. Intentionally! ]
But then you couldn't so inaccurately compare me to a chocobo's butt...
[ He murmurs, fingers trailing gently down her neck, brushing gently along her collar. ]
[ yeah she has his number!! and who doesn't like head scratchies, anyway?? crazy people, that's who. she knows all the best spots, too, like above his ear, and at the base of his skull, and she knows just how gently to tug the roots of his hair to scratch that little itch and pull more of those soft, satisfied little groans from him.
were they supposed to be going somewhere? doing something? she's forgotten. ]
Mayhaps if you did not style it to look like a chocobo's arse, people would not make that very accurate assumption.
[ she says around a smile, her thumb carefully tracing the edge of his ear. ]
But yes, I do. It looks nice this way. And it feels much better.
[ not all rough or stiff or sticky with weird smelly products!! ]
[ Wow, they at least smell nice, okay!!! But sticky and stiff is fair...and at this moment, he isn't too keen on making any kind of argument for his usual hairstyle. Not when it being fluffy and down is earning him such nice attentions. Her touch to his ear sends a shiver racing down his spine, and he turns his face to nuzzle into her palm, lips dragging against her skin just so. ]
That's...nice...
[ Is he sleepy or aroused? Probably both. And honestly, he's not sure where she's going with this. Should he be snuggling down next to her on the couch and throwing a blanket over the top of them, or making out with her? Can she just keep scratching his scalp like this all day? He wouldn't be opposed, even if it is her birthday celebration. ]
I'll, uh, I'll...keep that in mind for the future.
[ He's not ready to abandon his style completely, but maybe on days where he knows he's going to be spending a lot of time with her, he can consider this alternative. ]
[ smelling nice is still smelly!! and she can want both a nap and a bang okay, don't make her choose, she is spoiled. sleepy and aroused seems like a pretty fine state to be in, if you ask her. it's her birthday, she isn't allowed to be wrong. ]
Good.
[ she say, a soft giggle riding her breath, her hand dropping away from his hair so she can trace the shape of his jaw with her knuckle, dragging it over the warm bow of his lips. ]
Maybe because someone keeps touchin' me in all my touchiest places...
[ You know what he means. But they've been spending so much time together lately like this that they have learned each other well by now. They've begun to memorize each and every sensitive spot on the other's body, and Alisaie was all but asking for him to melt in her hands by going for his scalp first. His skin still tingles there, and when her knuckle passes over his lips, they part around it, tongue dragging slow and languid across the pad of her finger. ]
Y'know, if this is what you wanted to spend the day doing, you could've just joined me in the shower...
[ The combination of food sex and shower sex is a lot for his brain to process, but it sounds pretty awesome. They could have had it all...
But this is still good. This is still great. One of his arms moves around her, smoothing down her back, counting each and every one of her ribs with his fingertips, while the other continues to draw long her collar, dipping just beneath to seek warm, soft skin. ]
[ in all of his touchiest places... well, admittedly she fell in love with his big, warm heart, not his bird brain. no one's perfect.
but that is not untrue. they have spent so much time sharing intimate space by now - and not just in the bedroom, but in other ways, every way. she changes her clothing in front of him, they brush their teeth together, they lie in bed and on sofas curled together and talking, touching, being with one another. she knows where he is ticklish, she knows what is uncomfortable or painful for him, she knows when he likes the pain, she knows how to arouse him, how to make him laugh, how to make him smile, all with the simple drag of her fingers. it has taken time, and practice, and alisaie has had to allow herself to feel comfortable, to allow herself to be open and vulnerable.
and now she knows him, every inch of him, inside and out. being so in tune with another person, being so at ease with another person.. it is an intense feeling, and a powerful one. ]
Forgive me for not thinking ahead.
[ she says with a curl in her voice, her heart jumping at the gentle brush of his tongue against the edge of her knuckle, and when his fingertips skirt beneath her collar she tips up her chin to facilitate it, her eyelids dropping low, then closing entirely. curling her fingers at his jaw, she tugs his face nearer as best she can from her vantage. ]
[ It's intensely powerful, and intensely intimate, in a way he's never known anyone before. They've only been here for a little over a month now, but there's no question that the shift from the Circle to Lunatia has had a profound effect on their relationship. Though it was back in Astoria's service that they first fell in love, being here has given them a chance to actually be in a relationship. There has been plenty to worry about and keep them busy, sure, but it's...different now. They live next door to one another. They eat together, they sleep together, they go out on dates and walks and talk constantly. Every moment of it is wonderful, and it feels like they have all the time in the world.
She tugs him nearer, and would that he could contort himself to kiss her while her head is in his lap — but alas, he is not quite so flexible. He gets close enough to brush a kiss to her hairline — barely there, a breath of a kiss, and then his mouth hooks into a smile as his fingers trail along the lapels of her coat, unfastening clasps as he goes. ]
You gonna tell me what you want for your birthday? Or should I guess?
[ He can probably guess pretty well, at this point. ]
[ yeah i mean, for all that we joke that prompto is a simply boy, alisaie is also a pretty simple girl. she knows what she wants, she is generally not shy about chasing it, and she enjoys a good bang as much as he does.
well, now that he knows what he's doing at least, heheheh. ]
I shall give you three guesses..
[ she says softly, her breath hitching when his fingers work around the clasps down her coat. he isn't touching any skin at all, but it is the idea of the thing, the intent behind the movement of his hand that excites her, even now, when this is no longer new and fresh. she hopes she will always feel this way, that the very idea of his touch will always be enough to excite her, that the simple thought of being loved by him will ever make her heart race.
with a lazy smile, alisaie drops her hand below his to help with unclasping her coat from the bottom up, to meet him in the middle. ]
[ Yeah, it's a real head scratcher, especially when she drops her hands to help him unfasten her coat. With every last clasp of her overly complicated coat undone, his hands slip beneath and up her sides, over her dress that is warm from the heat of her skin. It's such a privilege, to touch someone like this, for someone to want him to touch them like this. For all he was nervous and trembled when they first approached this, not his hands are steady and deliberate, lingering where he knows she likes them, teasing at her skin where he can. ]
Hmm...let's see. You wanna...read a book?
[ A grin slants his mouth as his arms at last move around her, guiding her up and lifting her until she is nicely settled into his lap. There — that's much better. Much more comfortable (well, for him, anyway), the warmth of her thighs parted over his hips a familiar and exhilarating feeling all at once. With his hands falling to tickle her knees, he peers up into her face, into her beautiful, radiant smile, thinking for the nth time just how very, very lucky he is, how lucky they both are. ]
[ she was definitely more comfortable lying on her back, but she will accept this change in the state of affairs, because she is a good and benevolent girlf.. ]
Those both do sound quite tempting..
[ she says while she shrugs off her heavy coat and lets it fall to the floor behind them, before her arms coil around his shoulders, gooseflesh rising on her thighs when he tickles at her knees. smiling, alisaie rests her brow to his own, bumping her nose against his, her fingers curling into the hair at the nape of his neck. ]
[ He hums thoughtfully, like he can't possibly figure out what it is that she's alluding to, or what they're building towards, like anticipation isn't already stoking a fire in his belly before they've so much as kissed. Tipping his chin up, he noses against her cheek while he hands reach around her, coasting along her braid, untying the ribbon holding it together so her hair can fall loose. ]
Think I've got it.
[ But instead of answering verbally — which is a blessing to both of them, as he more than likely wouldn't be able to come up with anything sexy enough to fit the mood — he kisses her instead, at last, his lips parting slow and languid over her own, while his hands fall to her shoulders, palms smoothing over them, his grasp gentle yet firm.
He's going to give her everything he knows she likes, and he's going to take his time with it. ]
the kiss is welcome, and she is ready for it, her lips already parted when his mouth finds hers, her breath leaving her in a soft, low whine against his lips. kissing him has become as easy as breathing now, she knows the shape of his mouth intimately, better even than her own, she knows how to move it against his, when to breathe, when to tug at his lip, when to dip her tongue into his mouth. it's always warm, and messy, and wet, and sweet, and good.
alisaie's coat might be complicated, but at least her dress is not - snagging its hem, she is able to lift it away and over her head in one easy, simple sweep, and toss it aside.
but her hands are back at work immediately, smoothing down his chest, her fingertips gliding beneath his shirt, teasing at the warm skin beneath. ]
[ It's all so easy, now. To kiss her, to touch her — it's thoughtless, natural, sweet as fire. He's mesmerized the way her lips feel, the way her mouth tastes, the ridge of her teeth and the texture of her tongue, yet it still feels new, exhilarating, to kiss her like this, with intent. Intent to go beyond just these soft touches and warm kisses. Intent to bring themselves as close to one another as they can be.
And in one swift movement, she is all but bare to him, her dress gone away and forgotten the moment it hits the floor. His palms run over her back, along the ridges in her spine, as he arches up into her, into the taste of her mouth, tongue tracing her own as a soft sound escapes him. She's so warm, her skin so soft and perfect, and even if he's touched and kissed every inch of it, he'll do it again. A thousand times.
His mouth breaks from her own to trail down her neck as her fingers slip beneath his shirt, the burn of warm fingers against warm skin sending bolts of heat south. It's much too hot to keep his shirt now now, anyway, so he draws back just enough to help her tug it off of him, where it can join her dress in the heap on the floor. ]
I love you...
[ He murmurs quietly, pulling near once more, nuzzling up to mouth against her ear while his hips rock slow against her own. ]
[ it's funny to think of how shy she used to be around him, how the first time he so sweetly and carefully removed her clothes her heart was racing madly, and while she was not necessarily afraid, she was certainly nervous. she trusted him fully, completely, as she does now, but it was all new and intimidating, no one had ever seen her that way.
but now.. now she has no fear, no hesitation. she does not worry that he will not like what he sees, that he will not love her body or her skin or her shape, she knows that he loves all of her, that that he wants her as much as she wants him. baring herself to him is just as easy as all the rest.
she smiles at his words, her fingertips gliding down his back, tracing the dip of her spine. ]
I know you do.
[ she says, through a soft, teasing chuckle, though her breath quickens when his hips rock against hers, and her back arches, her heart in her throat, heat pooling in her belly. ]
[ It hasn't been all that long since their relationship took this step, but they've grown so close in such a short amount of time. Prismatica has certainly been...good for their sex life, which being a young couple in the spring of their first romance, likely wouldn't have struggled to begin with. But the heightened sensations that moonlacing bring don't hurt, and it's...good for the economy, or something. Sure, at times he still feels that guilt, for enjoying his life here so much, for even thinking he doesn't want to go home, but that's the farthest thing from his mind right now.
Right now, all that matters is her. Her body, her touch. Her fingers gliding across his back, drawing goosebumps in their wake. Her torso pressed up against his own, hot skin brushing hot skin with each and every inhale and exhale they both take. The sounds of their kisses, wet and slick and sweet to his ears, and the gentle, pleased noises that mingle with their breaths. That irresistible friction that hardens him beneath her, that makes his pants all at once too tight to bear. It's all that matters. ]
I want you...
[ He coos, mouth trailing down her neck once more, his tongue drawing patterns across her skin as he tastes her. One hand palms up her back to push her bra straps aside and fiddle with the hooks — really, a job for both hands, but the other is rubbing along her thigh and slipping beneath the fabric of her panties to squeeze her rear.
Even after all they've shared, it's a marvel that he's grown so bold, that he can touch her like this, and know it's wanted. ]
[ he is bold - she cannot help but have noticed how much more steady his hands have grown in the last few weeks, how much less shy he has become, how easily he goes for what he wants without second guessing himself. they're learning, both of them, they are growing confident together, and for as exciting and new as their first times were, alisaie thinks that she likes this better. it feels like a privilege, to be this close to someone else, to be so comfortable and welcome. she can speak freely with him, she can be herself, she can touch him and kiss him and tease him and laugh with him, and all of it is easy. ]
You have me.
[ she murmurs, lifting her chin to stretch her throat more fully beneath his seeking mouth, her lips curving into a smile as he struggles with the hooks to her bra. she doesn't help him. he'll figure it out, eventually. ]
You always have me.
[ her appetite has been no less than his own, after all, and she has made no effort to temper it. even now she moves against him with ease, a demand in the way her hips grind down against his own, and while one arm remains hooked around his shoulders for balance, her free hand slips between them, knuckles dragging over his abdomen and down, until she can tug free the button and fly of his too-tight trousers. her voice against his ear is low and teasing. ]
[ He murmurs in a sharp exhale, her purring words doing as much to excite him as her touch. She's calling him out and he knows it, and a sheepish splash of color ruddies his cheeks, but he isn't embarrassed. He's gotten better at making himself last longer, at drawing out the pleasure, now that they are no longer quite as new to this as they once were. But he is quick to excite, the anticipation alone making him hard, knowing what's to come. He is, as ever, a simple boy, easy to please, and this time is no different than every previous time, and every time that is yet to come.
His breath shivers as she frees his cock from his pants, but he resists the urge to grind up into her palm, to urge her to touch him beneath the thin fabric of his briefs. As good as it feels, he can't forget that this is her birthday celebration, and that he should focus his efforts on pleasing her. Not that he ever doesn't, but it's easy to get carried away in what he's feeling. He must be mindful. ]
What can I say? I'm easy...
[ The words shiver on his breath as his hand on her rear trails up to join the other that works at her bra, at last managing to unfasten it so it can be tossed away. With her breasts free at last, he lifts his hands to cup them gently, giving them an experimental squeeze, his thumbs drawing in determined, delicate circles over her nipples. ]
[ alisaie appreciates his patience.. she is in no rush, she is still sleepy and lazy and taking her time, and why not? it is, apparently, her pretend nameday, she can get away with anything she likes. ]
I know you are.
[ she says through a giggle, catching her own lip between her teeth with a soft mmm when his thumbs graze her nipples, drawing them tight beneath his touch. warm bolts of pleasure bolt right to her loins, and her back arches gently. but she giggles playfully, her fingertips just barely drawing over the shape of his cock through his boxer briefs, light and teasing. ]
I like it.
[ however she might tease him, how can she not be flattered? it feels good to be wanted, to know that he wants her so badly, that she can have this effect on anyone at all, most especially him. there's nothing she could want more than to be wanted by him.
but she will not torment him much longer. carefully, she draws back the waistband of his briefs so she can slip her hand into them, her palm smoothing over his cock, stroking him gently, slowly, from root to tip. she likes the way it feels, the heat of him, the weight, how exciting it is even now, how exciting it is that she is so confident, that she can touch him fearlessly. smiling against his skin, alisaie draws lazy kisses over the crest of his cheek. ]
[ She plays him so, so easily, like a fiddle, every brush of her fingers feeling deliberate, every stroke designed to unmake him. It seems like she never even had to learn this at all, like she has always known him, all of him, even if he can remember so well the first time she touched him like this, when he'd guided her hand along his cock, encouraging her to touch. It's almost unfair, how good it is, because this is her fake birthday party, but maybe this is exactly what she wants. To be in complete control, astride his lap, molding him like clay in her capable hands. He is at her complete and utter mercy, his breathing gone fast and shallow, head tilting back and pressing against her own. ]
Ngh...so do you...
[ He groans as her fingers glide over his tip, precum leaking out of him as his grip on her breasts tightens. That's nice. That's so nice...
But he doesn't remain frozen in that instance of pleasure — he can't, because as she's taking care of him, he needs to take care of her, too. His hands move from her breasts, his fingernails leaving small indents to remember him by. One arm winds around her lower back to steady her in his lap, while the other slips down the front of her panties, fingers dipping into soft, wet skin, his palm rubbing frictional patterns against her clit. ]
You're so wet...
[ Wet for him, because she wants him. You always have me. ]
[ this is what she likes - to be in charge, to pull him apart slowly until he is needy, begging for her, until he cannot think of anything but how much he wants her. it feels good to be in control. granted, that sanguis moon had been.. exciting.. :flushed: .. but this is how she feels most comfortable. this is what she knows. so yes, it is an excellent nameday gift.
even if he distracts her all but immediately. her hand stills on him the moment his own hand slides into her panties, and she shudders, tensing, her hand at his back tightening, hooking fingernails into his flesh. ]
Prompto..
[ she murmurs low in her throat, her hips rocking forward against the friction of his palm. that sweet, nagging heat begins to twist in her belly, pulling tightly. gods, it feels good, but soon she is laughing softly against his skin, turning her hear to brush her mouth over his own so her words mingle with his breath. ]
I am. And it is all your fault.
[ she can feel it, how wet she is, by the slide of his fingers and how easily they slip into her, smooth and painless, like they were made to be there, to touch her like this. and they were, weren't they? alisaie does not believe in destiny like he does, but still when they are this close to one another it is difficult not to feel like it is right, in deep and strange ways she cannot give words to.
tugging his lip gently between her teeth, alisaie murmurs and rocks her hips slowly, her thumb gently circling the slick tip of his cock. ]
I need you within me.
[ she's already rising up onto her knees, balancing herself with a hand on his shoulder, it will take but a single smooth movement more. ]
[ He is positively whimpering now, weak from the way she purrs his name, the way she grinds against his palm, the way she teases the tip of his cock. He tips his head back further, savoring the way her teeth feel around his lip, holding him in place. They haven't even made it all the way undressed yet, but gods, he needs her just as much as she needs him. They have worked one another up enough. They are both ready. ]
Please, please—
[ He pleads, his hips arching up off the couch, his cock brushing against her thigh. That friction alone is enough to create stars in his vision, a wave of heat swelling over his body.
It's not as though she needs any encouragement, but his hands (now they tremble) grip at her waist, holding to her, his anchor in the storm of pleasure that is about to engulf them both.
He won't take the privilege from her and pull her down onto him — not when this control is what she likes and seeks, and besides, it's what he likes, too. It's always good like this, when she has the reigns, when she is in control. So instead, he only butts his face against her own, brushing a rough kiss to her mouth. ]
[ alisaie can't help it, it's so satisfying to tease him, to hear his voice get thin and needy, to coax him to begging for her. his need is evident not only in the obvious ways, in how hard he is for her, but also in the way his breath rushes so quickly, in how hard his fingers grasp at her body, in how his back arches and his words rush in a voice gone tight with wanting. it excites her to rile him up, to tease him until he is begging, each please he breathes scratching an itch just beneath her skin.
but she is not without her limits. she's wet and as needy as he is, it doesn't matter that they're not entirely undressed - besides, there's something that feels delightfully filthy about pulling her panties aside so she can sink down onto his cock - slowly, at first, but then with one smooth roll of her hips she is comfortably seated in his lap again, his cock sliding into her body smoothly, easily, like he was molded to fit her.
a low, guttural groan rolls in her throat, and alisaie's arms close tightly around his shoulders, her head dipped to rest against his shoulder. ]
Gods -
[ she whispers, arching until her body so tight to his that there is no space left between them, her face pressed to the crook of his neck, breathing in the sharp, familiar scent of his skin. ]
[ This, too, has gotten so, so much easier than it once was, as they have learned how to work one another up, as her body has gotten used to his own. It wasn't so long ago they were doing this for the first time, and for as good as it was, their innocence had shown. Now, though, it's simple. Alisaie fits herself onto him, embracing his cock with the wet heat of her pussy, and just like that, they are joined together. Just like that, they are one.
...But even if it's easier, that doesn't make it any less unreal, the pleasure and arousal, the starts that flood his vision. His fingernails hook into her back as she presses near to him, so near that there isn't even the idea of space left between them, biting his lip around a deep, primal groan as he squeezes his eyes shut. ]
Fuck...
[ He whimpers, before his hips roll into her own, encouraging more of that friction. As if she needs it. ]
Please...
[ If she likes him to beg, then, oh, he'll beg, before dragging hot, wet kisses along the sweep of her neck. ]
[ nothing tastes quite so sweet to her as those words on his lips, to hear in his voice how easily he is breaking beneath her, hungry and begging, soft and malleable as clay in her hands. it only drives her need, heightens her pleasure, for more and more as they come together again and again, alisaie is realizing what it is that she likes, and how easily it comes to her - how natural it is to bear down onto him, to bend him to her will and see him thrive for it.
with her hands on his shouders, alisaie pushes him back until he is leaning fully into the sofa and she is able to lean fully into him, seated perfectly in his lap, all of her weight rested against his chest and hips, gravity doing the work. ]
Do you want me?
[ she whispers, slipping the fingers of one hand into his hair, gripping a handful and tugging gently at the roots, not roughly enough to hurt him, but right at the edge of pleasure and pain. and all the while she rocks her hips, gliding onto his cock again, and again, building a slow rhythm that she can control. it's easy for how wet she is, the movement smooth, that deep, sweet feeling of his cock sinking into her tugging at the coiled heat in her belly. ]
[ Like clockwork, she winds him up, and he ticks. Pleasure positively burns in his blood, her every touch, her every word further unraveling him, the ease with which she glides onto his cock, again and again, that building rhythm an anthem to his undoing. Every breath is a whine, her fingers tugging on his hair just painful enough that it excites instead of hurts, every little bit going further to light him on fire.
He won't last long. Not when she plays him so expertly, so perfectly. ]
Yes, yes, I-I — I need you, gods, Ali, please —
[ He clings to her like a vine, arms wound taut around her back, fingers scrabbling over her skin, drinking the heat from her sweat, arching up, up off the sofa, his volume rising. ]
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Y-yeah? You...like my hair like this?
[ ...He may have to consider wearing it like this more often. Intentionally! ]
But then you couldn't so inaccurately compare me to a chocobo's butt...
[ He murmurs, fingers trailing gently down her neck, brushing gently along her collar. ]
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were they supposed to be going somewhere? doing something? she's forgotten. ]
Mayhaps if you did not style it to look like a chocobo's arse, people would not make that very accurate assumption.
[ she says around a smile, her thumb carefully tracing the edge of his ear. ]
But yes, I do. It looks nice this way. And it feels much better.
[ not all rough or stiff or sticky with weird smelly products!! ]
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That's...nice...
[ Is he sleepy or aroused? Probably both. And honestly, he's not sure where she's going with this. Should he be snuggling down next to her on the couch and throwing a blanket over the top of them, or making out with her? Can she just keep scratching his scalp like this all day? He wouldn't be opposed, even if it is her birthday celebration. ]
I'll, uh, I'll...keep that in mind for the future.
[ He's not ready to abandon his style completely, but maybe on days where he knows he's going to be spending a lot of time with her, he can consider this alternative. ]
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Good.
[ she say, a soft giggle riding her breath, her hand dropping away from his hair so she can trace the shape of his jaw with her knuckle, dragging it over the warm bow of his lips. ]
You seem distracted, my love.
[ hehehe ]
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[ You know what he means. But they've been spending so much time together lately like this that they have learned each other well by now. They've begun to memorize each and every sensitive spot on the other's body, and Alisaie was all but asking for him to melt in her hands by going for his scalp first. His skin still tingles there, and when her knuckle passes over his lips, they part around it, tongue dragging slow and languid across the pad of her finger. ]
Y'know, if this is what you wanted to spend the day doing, you could've just joined me in the shower...
[ The combination of food sex and shower sex is a lot for his brain to process, but it sounds pretty awesome. They could have had it all...
But this is still good. This is still great. One of his arms moves around her, smoothing down her back, counting each and every one of her ribs with his fingertips, while the other continues to draw long her collar, dipping just beneath to seek warm, soft skin. ]
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but that is not untrue. they have spent so much time sharing intimate space by now - and not just in the bedroom, but in other ways, every way. she changes her clothing in front of him, they brush their teeth together, they lie in bed and on sofas curled together and talking, touching, being with one another. she knows where he is ticklish, she knows what is uncomfortable or painful for him, she knows when he likes the pain, she knows how to arouse him, how to make him laugh, how to make him smile, all with the simple drag of her fingers. it has taken time, and practice, and alisaie has had to allow herself to feel comfortable, to allow herself to be open and vulnerable.
and now she knows him, every inch of him, inside and out. being so in tune with another person, being so at ease with another person.. it is an intense feeling, and a powerful one. ]
Forgive me for not thinking ahead.
[ she says with a curl in her voice, her heart jumping at the gentle brush of his tongue against the edge of her knuckle, and when his fingertips skirt beneath her collar she tips up her chin to facilitate it, her eyelids dropping low, then closing entirely. curling her fingers at his jaw, she tugs his face nearer as best she can from her vantage. ]
I am not one for planning.
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She tugs him nearer, and would that he could contort himself to kiss her while her head is in his lap — but alas, he is not quite so flexible. He gets close enough to brush a kiss to her hairline — barely there, a breath of a kiss, and then his mouth hooks into a smile as his fingers trail along the lapels of her coat, unfastening clasps as he goes. ]
You gonna tell me what you want for your birthday? Or should I guess?
[ He can probably guess pretty well, at this point. ]
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well, now that he knows what he's doing at least, heheheh. ]
I shall give you three guesses..
[ she says softly, her breath hitching when his fingers work around the clasps down her coat. he isn't touching any skin at all, but it is the idea of the thing, the intent behind the movement of his hand that excites her, even now, when this is no longer new and fresh. she hopes she will always feel this way, that the very idea of his touch will always be enough to excite her, that the simple thought of being loved by him will ever make her heart race.
with a lazy smile, alisaie drops her hand below his to help with unclasping her coat from the bottom up, to meet him in the middle. ]
Think yourself clever enough to figure it out?
[ how will he ever guess!! ]
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Hmm...let's see. You wanna...read a book?
[ A grin slants his mouth as his arms at last move around her, guiding her up and lifting her until she is nicely settled into his lap. There — that's much better. Much more comfortable (well, for him, anyway), the warmth of her thighs parted over his hips a familiar and exhilarating feeling all at once. With his hands falling to tickle her knees, he peers up into her face, into her beautiful, radiant smile, thinking for the nth time just how very, very lucky he is, how lucky they both are. ]
Ooor maybe...take Pea for a walk?
[ How's he doing so far? ]
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Those both do sound quite tempting..
[ she says while she shrugs off her heavy coat and lets it fall to the floor behind them, before her arms coil around his shoulders, gooseflesh rising on her thighs when he tickles at her knees. smiling, alisaie rests her brow to his own, bumping her nose against his, her fingers curling into the hair at the nape of his neck. ]
But no. You've only one guess remaining.
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[ He hums thoughtfully, like he can't possibly figure out what it is that she's alluding to, or what they're building towards, like anticipation isn't already stoking a fire in his belly before they've so much as kissed. Tipping his chin up, he noses against her cheek while he hands reach around her, coasting along her braid, untying the ribbon holding it together so her hair can fall loose. ]
Think I've got it.
[ But instead of answering verbally — which is a blessing to both of them, as he more than likely wouldn't be able to come up with anything sexy enough to fit the mood — he kisses her instead, at last, his lips parting slow and languid over her own, while his hands fall to her shoulders, palms smoothing over them, his grasp gentle yet firm.
He's going to give her everything he knows she likes, and he's going to take his time with it. ]
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the kiss is welcome, and she is ready for it, her lips already parted when his mouth finds hers, her breath leaving her in a soft, low whine against his lips. kissing him has become as easy as breathing now, she knows the shape of his mouth intimately, better even than her own, she knows how to move it against his, when to breathe, when to tug at his lip, when to dip her tongue into his mouth. it's always warm, and messy, and wet, and sweet, and good.
alisaie's coat might be complicated, but at least her dress is not - snagging its hem, she is able to lift it away and over her head in one easy, simple sweep, and toss it aside.
but her hands are back at work immediately, smoothing down his chest, her fingertips gliding beneath his shirt, teasing at the warm skin beneath. ]
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And in one swift movement, she is all but bare to him, her dress gone away and forgotten the moment it hits the floor. His palms run over her back, along the ridges in her spine, as he arches up into her, into the taste of her mouth, tongue tracing her own as a soft sound escapes him. She's so warm, her skin so soft and perfect, and even if he's touched and kissed every inch of it, he'll do it again. A thousand times.
His mouth breaks from her own to trail down her neck as her fingers slip beneath his shirt, the burn of warm fingers against warm skin sending bolts of heat south. It's much too hot to keep his shirt now now, anyway, so he draws back just enough to help her tug it off of him, where it can join her dress in the heap on the floor. ]
I love you...
[ He murmurs quietly, pulling near once more, nuzzling up to mouth against her ear while his hips rock slow against her own. ]
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but now.. now she has no fear, no hesitation. she does not worry that he will not like what he sees, that he will not love her body or her skin or her shape, she knows that he loves all of her, that that he wants her as much as she wants him. baring herself to him is just as easy as all the rest.
she smiles at his words, her fingertips gliding down his back, tracing the dip of her spine. ]
I know you do.
[ she says, through a soft, teasing chuckle, though her breath quickens when his hips rock against hers, and her back arches, her heart in her throat, heat pooling in her belly. ]
I love you, too..
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Right now, all that matters is her. Her body, her touch. Her fingers gliding across his back, drawing goosebumps in their wake. Her torso pressed up against his own, hot skin brushing hot skin with each and every inhale and exhale they both take. The sounds of their kisses, wet and slick and sweet to his ears, and the gentle, pleased noises that mingle with their breaths. That irresistible friction that hardens him beneath her, that makes his pants all at once too tight to bear. It's all that matters. ]
I want you...
[ He coos, mouth trailing down her neck once more, his tongue drawing patterns across her skin as he tastes her. One hand palms up her back to push her bra straps aside and fiddle with the hooks — really, a job for both hands, but the other is rubbing along her thigh and slipping beneath the fabric of her panties to squeeze her rear.
Even after all they've shared, it's a marvel that he's grown so bold, that he can touch her like this, and know it's wanted. ]
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You have me.
[ she murmurs, lifting her chin to stretch her throat more fully beneath his seeking mouth, her lips curving into a smile as he struggles with the hooks to her bra. she doesn't help him. he'll figure it out, eventually. ]
You always have me.
[ her appetite has been no less than his own, after all, and she has made no effort to temper it. even now she moves against him with ease, a demand in the way her hips grind down against his own, and while one arm remains hooked around his shoulders for balance, her free hand slips between them, knuckles dragging over his abdomen and down, until she can tug free the button and fly of his too-tight trousers. her voice against his ear is low and teasing. ]
It does not take much, does it?
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[ He murmurs in a sharp exhale, her purring words doing as much to excite him as her touch. She's calling him out and he knows it, and a sheepish splash of color ruddies his cheeks, but he isn't embarrassed. He's gotten better at making himself last longer, at drawing out the pleasure, now that they are no longer quite as new to this as they once were. But he is quick to excite, the anticipation alone making him hard, knowing what's to come. He is, as ever, a simple boy, easy to please, and this time is no different than every previous time, and every time that is yet to come.
His breath shivers as she frees his cock from his pants, but he resists the urge to grind up into her palm, to urge her to touch him beneath the thin fabric of his briefs. As good as it feels, he can't forget that this is her birthday celebration, and that he should focus his efforts on pleasing her. Not that he ever doesn't, but it's easy to get carried away in what he's feeling. He must be mindful. ]
What can I say? I'm easy...
[ The words shiver on his breath as his hand on her rear trails up to join the other that works at her bra, at last managing to unfasten it so it can be tossed away. With her breasts free at last, he lifts his hands to cup them gently, giving them an experimental squeeze, his thumbs drawing in determined, delicate circles over her nipples. ]
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I know you are.
[ she says through a giggle, catching her own lip between her teeth with a soft mmm when his thumbs graze her nipples, drawing them tight beneath his touch. warm bolts of pleasure bolt right to her loins, and her back arches gently. but she giggles playfully, her fingertips just barely drawing over the shape of his cock through his boxer briefs, light and teasing. ]
I like it.
[ however she might tease him, how can she not be flattered? it feels good to be wanted, to know that he wants her so badly, that she can have this effect on anyone at all, most especially him. there's nothing she could want more than to be wanted by him.
but she will not torment him much longer. carefully, she draws back the waistband of his briefs so she can slip her hand into them, her palm smoothing over his cock, stroking him gently, slowly, from root to tip. she likes the way it feels, the heat of him, the weight, how exciting it is even now, how exciting it is that she is so confident, that she can touch him fearlessly. smiling against his skin, alisaie draws lazy kisses over the crest of his cheek. ]
You feel good.
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Ngh...so do you...
[ He groans as her fingers glide over his tip, precum leaking out of him as his grip on her breasts tightens. That's nice. That's so nice...
But he doesn't remain frozen in that instance of pleasure — he can't, because as she's taking care of him, he needs to take care of her, too. His hands move from her breasts, his fingernails leaving small indents to remember him by. One arm winds around her lower back to steady her in his lap, while the other slips down the front of her panties, fingers dipping into soft, wet skin, his palm rubbing frictional patterns against her clit. ]
You're so wet...
[ Wet for him, because she wants him. You always have me. ]
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even if he distracts her all but immediately. her hand stills on him the moment his own hand slides into her panties, and she shudders, tensing, her hand at his back tightening, hooking fingernails into his flesh. ]
Prompto..
[ she murmurs low in her throat, her hips rocking forward against the friction of his palm. that sweet, nagging heat begins to twist in her belly, pulling tightly. gods, it feels good, but soon she is laughing softly against his skin, turning her hear to brush her mouth over his own so her words mingle with his breath. ]
I am. And it is all your fault.
[ she can feel it, how wet she is, by the slide of his fingers and how easily they slip into her, smooth and painless, like they were made to be there, to touch her like this. and they were, weren't they? alisaie does not believe in destiny like he does, but still when they are this close to one another it is difficult not to feel like it is right, in deep and strange ways she cannot give words to.
tugging his lip gently between her teeth, alisaie murmurs and rocks her hips slowly, her thumb gently circling the slick tip of his cock. ]
I need you within me.
[ she's already rising up onto her knees, balancing herself with a hand on his shoulder, it will take but a single smooth movement more. ]
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Please, please—
[ He pleads, his hips arching up off the couch, his cock brushing against her thigh. That friction alone is enough to create stars in his vision, a wave of heat swelling over his body.
It's not as though she needs any encouragement, but his hands (now they tremble) grip at her waist, holding to her, his anchor in the storm of pleasure that is about to engulf them both.
He won't take the privilege from her and pull her down onto him — not when this control is what she likes and seeks, and besides, it's what he likes, too. It's always good like this, when she has the reigns, when she is in control. So instead, he only butts his face against her own, brushing a rough kiss to her mouth. ]
Yes, please.
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but she is not without her limits. she's wet and as needy as he is, it doesn't matter that they're not entirely undressed - besides, there's something that feels delightfully filthy about pulling her panties aside so she can sink down onto his cock - slowly, at first, but then with one smooth roll of her hips she is comfortably seated in his lap again, his cock sliding into her body smoothly, easily, like he was molded to fit her.
a low, guttural groan rolls in her throat, and alisaie's arms close tightly around his shoulders, her head dipped to rest against his shoulder. ]
Gods -
[ she whispers, arching until her body so tight to his that there is no space left between them, her face pressed to the crook of his neck, breathing in the sharp, familiar scent of his skin. ]
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...But even if it's easier, that doesn't make it any less unreal, the pleasure and arousal, the starts that flood his vision. His fingernails hook into her back as she presses near to him, so near that there isn't even the idea of space left between them, biting his lip around a deep, primal groan as he squeezes his eyes shut. ]
Fuck...
[ He whimpers, before his hips roll into her own, encouraging more of that friction. As if she needs it. ]
Please...
[ If she likes him to beg, then, oh, he'll beg, before dragging hot, wet kisses along the sweep of her neck. ]
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with her hands on his shouders, alisaie pushes him back until he is leaning fully into the sofa and she is able to lean fully into him, seated perfectly in his lap, all of her weight rested against his chest and hips, gravity doing the work. ]
Do you want me?
[ she whispers, slipping the fingers of one hand into his hair, gripping a handful and tugging gently at the roots, not roughly enough to hurt him, but right at the edge of pleasure and pain. and all the while she rocks her hips, gliding onto his cock again, and again, building a slow rhythm that she can control. it's easy for how wet she is, the movement smooth, that deep, sweet feeling of his cock sinking into her tugging at the coiled heat in her belly. ]
Do you need me?
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He won't last long. Not when she plays him so expertly, so perfectly. ]
Yes, yes, I-I — I need you, gods, Ali, please —
[ He clings to her like a vine, arms wound taut around her back, fingers scrabbling over her skin, drinking the heat from her sweat, arching up, up off the sofa, his volume rising. ]
I-I'm right there —
[ He's so close. So close. ]
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