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[iustaegis]

[ From here.

She relishes the way he undresses, how his chest moves and his arms flex as lifts his shirt off himself and tosses it away, shaking his head to allow his hair to settle back to frame his face. Smiling to herself, she dips one finger into the paint, then pressing it to the center of his chest to nudge him back down to the mattress. That's one mark on him, and as for herself...

She'll do the same with her own top, allowing it to deconstruct from her body in golden-amber light. If they're going to be messy, she'd rather feel both paint and him on her, no barriers between.

Now with his body below her, she leans down to begin her work. ] I think I... want to start here. [ Here, being the center of his chest, where her finger scarcely brushes against the mark from before, the tip of it as soft as a kiss itself. Paint drips slowly off from her hand in two, three drops, buzzing with a mysterious energy, warmed as if by holding the jar it had conducted her heat.

Up his body, she dots a trail of warmth to his chin, where she then presses her thumb to his bottom lip and slowly streaks a line down, connecting the dollops as if tracing the beginning of a constellation. Her lips part with her concentration as she draws this single line, and then she deviates the line to his left, then right.

She paints his chest in swirls, in patterns, in motions made from love, moving her hands over the prominences of his bones and the undulations of his muscles, circling his nipples, teasing him where she responds best, allowing the energy of the paint to do its own work with the spice of scarce energy it contains. Every now and then, Pyra's hips moves over his lap, equally slowly, but consistent with her pressure with each roll.

She's concentrating, but that doesn't mean she's not enjoying herself, too. ]

[carbungle]

Mm... you're the boss.

[He watches her at first, intrigued by where she'll let her fingers wander and wanting to see her expression, too. After a little bit though he closes his eyes, his chin tilted up as he lets himself simply feel it, sensations enhanced by the surprise of where her hands will fall next, alongside the tingle of whatever she'd put in the paint to make it glow perpetually like that. When she leans in close he can feel her breath against his skin, warmth contrasting with the cool glide of wet paint. Body paint isn't something he's given much thought to over the course of his life - even face paint as a concept just seems messy more than it is cute or interesting - but this... feels different. Not just because it's Pyra, though that helps. That tingle, though. That's familiar, though he can't put his finger on how yet.

She's also distracting him, so that doesn't help his train of thought connect the dots. He can't move much if he wants to let her paint (she'd asked him to hold still after all), but his hands aren't in the way so he shifts them to the side so he can brush his fingers up her thighs where she straddles him, sneaking between fabric to find bare skin, flexing a little as she grazes over a particularly sensitive spot, lips quirking when a touch becomes too close to a tickle for him to hold a straight face. Subtly his hips rise beneath her, not enough to disrupt her painting but enough to tell her he's noticed how she's moving and wants to meet her there in the middle.]

[iustaegis]

[ While she had started out by mapping and marking the places of his body he seems most responsive to, attempting to both explore and discover more, now she lathers the paint onto the most sensitive spots. Inhaling quietly as his hips rise up against her push, she feels warmth travel up her body in a way she knows just how to prolong with another grind against him. There's only so much she can do with her fingers, however, and a moment's pause as she feels his hands slide up her thighs, she sets down the jar of paint and leans herself down to begin the whole process over again with her lips. This makes her chest brush against his, smearing some of the designs she's completed upon his body onto herself, but she doesn't mind.

Her mouth finds his neck hungrily but lovingly, lavishing the side of it with her tongue, lips, and teeth, tasting his skin beneath the paint, and parting them to have her breath flutter over the mark of wetness left behind. With her hips pressing down onto his, she grinds herself forward upon him, exhaling upon his sternum as her hands slide down his chest and over his sides. Fingertips paint broken stripes across his body in their wake, her touch heating the the paint and allowing it to linger upon him. ]

Noct... I like this color on you.

[carbungle]

[He groans faintly, clearly audible with her head so close to his own, breath heated against her hair. The feel of her painted lips on his skin is wet and weird and wonderful, and his back arches up into it, seeking more of that touch. Along her bare skin his fingers trace their own markings, invisible without the paint to linger, a mimicry of what he's feeling from her.]

W-well... it's yours. You like marking me, right...?

[She'd enjoyed leaving evidence of their love on his skin before, scratches and hickies and bites, never serious wounds, only enough that they can both see them later and remember the act itself. It's embarrassing to admit to himself that he likes it. Paint is a very different kind of marking - not so long term, very in-the-moment - but he kind of likes it, too. The glow of paint on his skin reminds him of how it looks on her, all glimmering crystals and firelight. Like seeing her call upon his magic, that little thrill of her bearing a part of him against the contrast of her skin.]

[iustaegis]

[ Marking him with either paint or lips, kissing him, touching him, listening to him, holding him, loving him-- she enjoys it all, and her enjoyment is apparent by how carefully and firmly she treats his body. It's never half-hearted, it's earnest and indulging, wanting to touch him for his sake, but also for herself.

Her hips grind forward on his as he arches his back, her fingers splaying across the board of his stomach to catch around his flanks. Unable to respond as heat drips into a warm pool of want within her, she exhales into her kiss upon his collar. Architect, but she wants this, and she wants more-- and wants to hear him more. What could she possibly do to make him hotter...? ]

Noct... [ With one last suckle upon his collar, she lifts herself up and looks down at him, vision unfocused a heady warmth, lips parted for a slow, warm exhale, admiring both him and the designs she's painted on him-- strings and smears of paint that connect all the places she's kisses and touched and know to be sensitive. With each rise and fall of his chest, the glimmer of the streaks catch in the light of her crystal. She hadn't thought of this until now, but... ]

Let me... charge this paint on you?

[ From just this tingling, buzzing sensation he may feel from the paint, both on his body and lips, he might be able to tell that there's an energy to it, made more excitable by the warmth they've swapped between their bodies. But it could be more. ]

[carbungle]

[Before he can even answer her - or ask what that means - he feels a twinge of that energy curl across his flesh, a taste of what might come next, and it elicits a faint groan from him, fingers curling at her thighs. If she means to charge it beyond what he's feeling already, what would that be like? His skin is already abuzz with energy of his own making, his breath quick and eager. He blinks a few times, brows lifting with helpless intrigue- and visible interest.]

Like... what you've done before? You can do that with the paint, too?

[Is there nothing she can't do? He's so often fascinated and amazed by even the smallest of capabilities, subtle ways of sharing her power to enhance and extend what he's able to do alongside her. In and out of the battlefield, and... in and out of the bedroom. His cheeks darken with a bright red flush just thinking about it, embarrassed by his own sudden eagerness, and he nods without waiting for her answer. Whatever it means, his body is hers to play with right now.]

[iustaegis]

[ What she wants to give him is... heat, electricity, and warmth-- nothing harmful, but something exciting, something that stimulates his senses, that leaves him breathless. Can she do that? She wants to do that. She's certainly going to try.

Aside from some of the smeared parts of the paint across his chest, she's drawn a distinct enough circuit upon him, vectors both organic and technical, and the center of his chest, where she had started, is the perfect place to begin imbuing her energy. Pyra raises a finger to her lips, licking it upward as she watches his expression, and then presses the damp tip down to the middle of his chest.

The paint lights with a single pulse throughout all the stripes that remain unbroken, ricocheting and branching out to where her fingers had brushed paint along him. It's a pulse of energy that comes in two waves, first when the flash of heat seems to align all the particles within the paint in one direction, then another when it settles, releasing the warmth not only outward, but into him. Like her own power, he'll feel that spike of focus and awareness-- this time, directed to his heat. This is only the prime.

She does it again, rocking her hips against his, seeing how he reacts with the accompaniment of both physical and meta stimulation while giving another pulse of electric-like energy. Steadily but surely, she increases from brief beats of her power into a trickle of pleasurably prickling light, then streams it to keep the paint alight upon him, flowing from his chest to the rest of him, coiling, curling, fading, then coming again to not leave him wanting (and to not give him a moment to think about anything else but this and how he feels). It seems she means not only to make him hot, but also to enhance all of these sensations, to become extra-sensitive to the movements of her hips and the pressure she puts upon him, to make his want become a need he thoroughly enjoys with just the barest of trembling touches. ]

[carbungle]

[His response at the start, the noise that he makes is one he hardly recognizes as his own; the flare of energy sinks right into his core, flooding through his body as if through his bloodstream, and he moans openly, eyes clenching shut, breath stuttering from his lips. He tries to gasp her name but the next wave hits him and draws the air right out of him, his hips instinctively lifting up to meet her body and chase an even deeper sensation, a stronger connection between. He was growing harder beneath her before, gradually, but she should feel his full arousal pinned beneath their bodies, eager for more heat, more touch, more everything. He begins to move with more gusto, his hold on her hips pulling her down to increase that pressure. Physically he isn't inside of her but it feels so similar, a dance around the edges of that familiar feeling while at the same time nothing like it, far beyond a normal, physical joining. He hopes she feels this through the connection she's created between them, because gods is it ever amazing, unique in more ways that he can put into words, and it's an experience he doesn't think that he can otherwise give her, so she deserves to feel it, too. Regardless, the fact that she's doing this for him - and is able to, willing to - is almost humbling. It burns through him like an unquenchable thirst, and he chases it, his perception eagerly following the path of her fingertips. He finds himself craving more, more, gazing up at her with lidded, hungry eyes.

It's too much; he can't hold it back the way he normally would, to wait for her pleasure. Unless she pauses to prolong the experience, it won't take long before he's suddenly arching his body towards her, lips stumbling through an utterance of her name like a prayer as he releases between their nearly joined bodies.]

[iustaegis]

[ Fuel to the fire, all of it, from his movements in return, slipping and sliding and grinding against her, to his sounds and his pants. When she keeps her hands upon him, she begins to feel what he feels through the static of the paint, as if it carries the frequency of his pleasure that crashes in waves back to her in return. She's grinding on him just right, enjoying the contact, the feel of his arousal beneath her, but moreso the strange, pleasurable, and wild buzzing feeling she gets all throughout her body, like coiled copper being charged by a storm itself. When he feels him fast approaching, it feeds her own pleasure, a vicious cycle that encourages more, more.

She climaxes with him, hips taught against his as light shoots up her to trace her own ether lines across her breasts and down her limbs, sending that electric heat everywhere before it crashes right back to her core. Her gasp is wet, a call that ends with a loose stammer of his name, a slump forward accompanied by a series of fine tremors of her thighs on either side of him, aware of the stickiness of their love between them, but not bothering to part. She pants, seated above him, pausing for one second, two seconds... and then leans down to fiercely kiss him upon his lips. ]

[carbungle]

[The intensity of it has him dazed for a handful of seconds, the breath in his chest heavy, and his response to her kiss is sluggish and stunned for a moment before his brain and his body meet in the middle. He tilts his head up to greet her in turn, lips moving in tandem with hers as their bodies had moments ago, paint-damp arms rising up to wind around her back and draw her closer. Everything feels so heady right now, his limbs tingling end to end, that thrum of energy connecting them lingering in a soft, pleasing way that escapes description.

He opens up to her kiss, stirring up his sleepy passion, and lifts a hand to sift through her hair. She always knows how to make him feel good, but that... that was a new level of intensity. And he'd felt her in a new way, too.]

[iustaegis]

[ She takes him by both lips and tongue, opening their kiss to allow for the heavy breaths of their aftermath to still come, her arms sliding over his shoulders. One arm hooks around his neck, and the other wraps around his back to pull him up to sit with her. She's newly sensitive between her legs, gasping into the kiss as she settles onto his lip, obviously wet and body hot.

Architect, but does she love the taste of him, the smell of him, the feel of him around her, and as the paint, sweat (and more) smear between them, she feels as if the static of the buzzing energy becomes a (metaphorical) magnet, keeping them together. She's making a mess of all of her designs on his body, but does she care? No. She wants to keep tasting him while her heat remains. ]

[carbungle]

[He lifts up to face her properly, groaning at her lips as parts still left sensitive rub against each other. One hand drops lower to get beneath her, lift her up, and reposition her closer still, indulging in the wet, over-stimulated sensation of spent sex and messy leavings. They must look a disaster right now, smeared paint across their torsos and come between them, but he can only focus on the heat of her body and the hungry way he wants to kiss her for a while.

The hand at her hair drags down to her neck, tracing over sweat-streaked skin for a moment before curving lower to find her breasts. Their chests are pressed together but he sneaks his fingers beneath, brushing over the damp paint on his abdomen and beginning to trace his own circles over her bared skin. There isn't much paint that he can scoop up and smear around, as most of it's already spread across his chest, but he wants to share the sensation anyway.]

[iustaegis]

[ When his hands moves and adjusts lower on her body, her neck cranes back, and she adjusts on his lap to allow him more access between. Below the waist she squirms from the movement, breath hitching with the slick friction; above, all that he does with his hands and paint makes her gasp. Color flares across their bodies like an aurora whipping across the sky, charged with an energy that's ready to accept more and to imbue that 'more' into her, which she passes to him in kind. Back arching, she presses her breasts into the cup of his moving hands. Wanton and heated, she cannot tell if the sound she makes next is a gasp or a moan when he touches her just so. ] Ah--

[ Her hips rise then fall slowly on him, savoring how his body slips against hers.

Nails rake down his neck then back up to his hair, forming a needy grip against the back of his scalp as she gives him a little tug to cant his head and allow her access to his neck once again. Hungrily, her mouth kisses him from his lips to the pulse at his neck, tasting paint, the saliva they've already swapped, and the sweet, salty sweat upon his skin. Like a heartbeat, what still-intact lines of paint across them pulse and flare intermittently. It's loud and powerful, like an alarm ringing and building, and it throbs each time, especially between her legs. Her body shudders and buckles against him-- she's ready, again--

She wants to join him this time, physically, and for that, she needs to reinvigorate him with grinds and slides and using her sex to stroke him with a wet, warm, and sloppy heat. ]

[carbungle]

[They move together like that for a little while, rubbing and pressing closer, and his body stirs and stiffens against hers. Before long he is roused by her hungry wetness pressing down on him, sliding across his sex in a way that teases and coaxes him towards that burning finality once more. He can feel her eagerness through the connection she's forged, and he feels his own in tandem, longing to indulge further, to feel their link inside and out. Instead of rushing it he angles his hips and grinds up against her with a slower, steady movement, harder but teasing. He knows her limits by now and is testing the waters, still experimenting with the paint to try and get her moaning again before he even breaches her entry.

He dips his head to kiss at the corner of her lips first, catching a bit of the paint she'd smeared around his body earlier and licking it away. He wants to be inside her, soon, but he wants to feel that heat, that connection, inside himself as well. It thrums against his throat, on his tongue, and after a moment or two of savouring the bitter tang of paint joined with the charged heat of what she'd put into it, he moves in to kiss her again, deep once more, distracting her from the slow grind and his wandering hands as they slide lower, down her stomach, brushing over the wetness between her legs. Another slow tease, enjoying the noises she makes and the way her body arches under his fingertips.

Then, without warning, feeling her readiness through that strange crystal link, he curls one hand on her hip and the other around his length, guiding himself into position and dragging her down as his hips lift, sinking deep into her at last. He won't wait long, having teased her enough already- once she's settled he moves at once, arching up towards her weight and helping her move with both hands at her waist.]

[iustaegis]

[ She's unable to prolong their kiss the more he moves against her, breaking away when gasps and groans escape her, choked by heat and pleasure. His hands are slow and teasing to warm them both up again, but her chest rises and falls quickly as if she actually needs air. Between them, she feels his arousal come to life again, thick and hardened, and as his hand moves to grasp at his length to position himself.

Her body sinks onto him with a wet sound, and her arms cling around him as she allows the initial connection to pass with the usual waves of pleasure of having him inside, filling her completely. Another flare of light dances across the paint on him and her, traveling through her own ether lines. Her hips jerk upward and forward, pressing her front to him while quivering, eliciting a gasp to stagger out of her. Eyes shut tightly, she breathes heavily against his neck, body trembling against his. Everything is so slick, sticky, messy, hot, swollen, raw, but wonderful-- she can't get enough of this feeling and everything that he feels coming back to her through the connection. ] N-Noct...

[ She kisses him at his chin when they begin to move, and with his hands at her waist to guide her, she begins to work and lift herself by her knees and thighs, up with an inhale, down with a sharp gasp.

Or moans, or whines, or everything in between as she continues to move and rock and bring them apart then together, tethered physically and energetically. She listens for him and his voice, his calls and his groans, adjusting to his pace and meeting him whenever his body rises up to meet hers. More, she even whispers to him, as if she cannot help to express a want for him to give her everything he has. She's lost within a minute of this, and her hair tosses wildly as she throws her head back for a breathy, loud groan. A full-body shudder takes her with her climax, locking her hips for a few finishing rocks down onto him. In the end, she's left panting, a spent and sweaty mess atop of him, but only in the most wonderful and satisfying of ways. ]

[carbungle]

[His hands had been busy keeping them moving, but that left his mouth free to explore her as their bodies slid together in practiced ease, seeking more pleasure and enthused gasps from her. His lips work at her neck, down her collar, following the light glow on her skin, ducking his head to tease at her breasts, each in turn. The thrum of energy on his tongue intensifies as he explores her body, and he doesn't know if it's just imagined or a legitimate effect, but he chases it eagerly.

He doesn't always reach completion at the same time as she does, usually a handful of seconds behind as he's slower to satisfy, or trying to hold back in case he tires of the sex too easily for her. Silly worries, too small to fuss over but enough that this is the comfortable norm for them. Today, though- today he feels her in every pulse of energy that courses between them, today they were so breathlessly, intensely synchronized that the moment she reaches that pinnacle he's right there with her, hips grinding up into her with one last push and releasing as deeply as their bodies allow, gasping her name with a stuttered cry. Gradually he slows his movement, rocking more gently as he rides out the feeling, eyes clenched, his face buried at the crook of her shoulder where he'd stopped his wandering mouth. His hands slip from her hips and wind around her back, holding her close, panting heavily against her neck.

That was... intense. So intense, he's overwhelmed. It's an incredible feeling, but he's going to need a minute.]

[iustaegis]

[ How about not one, but two minutes in the immediate aftermath? She's gasping, swallowing, then panting hard before slumping onto him. Her mouth on is neck in turn, her hips still quivering, her thighs still tight on either side of him, and her arms still clinging around him. But slowly, slowly, her mind catches up with her body as one last shiver of pleasure leaves her, and she presses three more kisses to his skin, all soft: to his shoulder, collar, then neck. ]

Noct... [ How many times has she said his name this session? She doesn't know, and she's only saying his name again just because she wants to, and that's all the energy she has at this moment. Noct, Noct; once she had teased that he was named for the night because it is beautiful, and so is he. Only, it's not just a tease. This man is beautiful, and she feels it with every fiber (or wave of energy) of her being.

She had literally felt his beauty, too, when they were connected.

Her hand lifts off his back to the nape of his neck, fingers dusting along the longer strands of his hair. ] Th-that was... [ How can she still be so breathless? ] wonderful.

[carbungle]

Shit, you said it...

[He huffs a bit of breathless laughter against her neck, reluctant or simply too tired to move, even to extract himself. His skin is still tingling with energy, like the subtle vibration of a massage chair after a long day of endless work, soft and relaxing, easing away all of his tensions. His limbs around her relax a little, fingers rubbing soft circles over her back. She's so warm... he feels incredibly cozy. Messy and multi-coloured and messy and sated and messy, but the urge to get cleaned up can wait. He's very comfortable, curled up around her, feeling, beyond the sex, that connection of pure, humbling love.]

That... was some paint.

[They are so incredibly neon.]

[iustaegis]

[ He'll feel teeth graze along his skin as she smiles, and she pulls herself up to look at him. What she sees on his skin, paint mixed with sweat, is probably no different than what she looks like. A short, quiet laugh exhales through her nose as she notices that even his hair has some paint upon it from where her fingers had sifted through it just a moment ago.

She steals a kiss from his lips. ]

It looks beautiful on you.

[carbungle]

[He shivers a little at the scrape of her mouth, lifting a hand to brush fingertips lightly over one of the glimmering lines on her chest, the paint close to dry and flaking under his touch.]

I can imagine... it's a pretty colour. [His eyes flit up to meet hers.] 'Cause it's yours.

[One more way that she's left him thoroughly marked after a round or two in the bedroom. Less permanent physically, but... very, very memorable.]

[iustaegis]

[ She sighs against his touch and smiles at his comment, holding his gaze until she dips her forehead to rest against his.

Now that is a flirtatious line, and her cheeks warm a rosy pink that contrasts with the teal of the paint. ]

Ah, you're making me blush. [ --She says with a soft giggle, very well knowing that after all they've done just now, that shouldn't be the part that makes her blush. Comfortable and warm, she moves her hands to his shoulders, fingers trailing over the muscles of the strong arms that hold her still. ]

[carbungle]

That's a pretty colour, too.

[He tilts his head just enough to kiss her cheek, right at the spot of the brightest blush, not breaking contact with her forehead. He likes that connection, too.]

[iustaegis]

[ If she had a heart, it would be fluttering.

...But she does move a little, which causes that blush to rekindle when she realizes (and feels) that they’re still joined. Clearing her throat, she delicately begins to pull herself off of him, although she can’t help a shiver of pleasure and warmth from occurring as he slips out of sensitive parts.

She’ll roll on her side and keep beside him, looking at him with admiration in her eyes. Her hand rests on his chest, and she blushes again.

He’s so beautiful. ]

.....I... don’t think I’ll forget this anytime soon.

[ Not just coupling like this, but lying beside him, both of them content and peaceful, underneath a mostly-finished mural with stars. ]

[carbungle]

Mm... same. You made it pretty memorable.

[Contentedly he cuddles in close, resting his head against hers. They're a mess, but a satisfied one, and that can wait until they've the energy to move again. Right now he just wants to lie with her where it's warm and cozy.]

Is it supposed to do that? Your power...

[He'd felt inklings of it before, but that was well beyond anything he could have imagined.]

[iustaegis]

[ She rests her head against his shoulder. ] Connect like that? Mm. [ She nods, her hair rustling softly against his skin. ]

Although, honestly I... didn't know about the paint would help something like that until then.

It helps that you're easy to connect with. [ Not just because of his magic, but because of all the trust she has with him, all the love and affection. ]