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[ 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. ]

Edited 2021-02-24 03:57 (UTC)

[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.]

[ 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. ]

[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.]

[ 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. ]

[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.]

[ 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.

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.]

[ 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.

[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.]

[ 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. ]

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.]

[ 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. ]

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.]

[ 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. ]

Huh... surprise, then.

[For both of them, it seems. He shifts a little, enough to tuck his arm around her and stroke a hand lazily through her hair.]

It was really, um... intense, I guess is the word for it? Like, in a good way, just- my mind's kinda blown. Like I could feel everything.

[ Her head angles towards him as he strokes her hair, catching just enough of his expression. ]

I liked it. [ She admits. ] Feeling that 'everything'... keeping us in sync, and-- so close together. [ Knowing what the other was feeling, feeling what the other was feeling, it was a strange but wonderful experience.

A blush returns to her cheeks. ] It's as if I felt your beauty, not just saw it.

[Whoops, his cheeks are pink too, quiet for a long moment before he can speak again.]

You too... uh... I still feel kinda clumsy with this sort of stuff sometimes, like I'm gonna end up doing it wrong... but. This- [Ahh, no, it's hard to say. He presses his face against her hair, voice half-muffled. He's so embarrassed.] I could feel, um... when you felt good.

Ah, that.... [ She goes quiet for a moment, either out of respect or embarrassment, because... Yes. As intimate as their connection had been, it had been as if--

They were really, really connected. ]

I felt it, as if it were my own. Your-- climax, I mean, even before we were joined. [ And then, as he might recall, she came.

This is new territory for the both of them. ]

Y-yeah, that.

[It's definitely easier to feel it than to say it, but hearing her agreement - and knowing she's on the same page - does make him feel a little less flustered.]

It's not... too much?

[ She shakes her head slowly, her cheeks remaining red. ] I was just about to ask you.

[ ....She kisses him upon the cheek. ]

No. It all felt right. Erm, not that I don't mind being 'separated' either, when we couple, either. [ She supposes she's biased, she likes being with him in any way, paint or no paint, connected or not connected.

'Clumsy', he says he feels, when she hadn't gotten that feeling at all. She'll just have to continue to reassure him on that front. Also, practice makes perfect. ]

[He considers a moment not so much the answer but how to phrase it; he still struggles with articulating how he feels even on the best of days, and the intensity of it all still has him somewhat addled.]

No... it was a lot all at once, but it still felt pretty incredible. I wouldn't mind doing that again. Maybe not every time... [He pauses, then gives his painted chest an idle scratch, the colour flaking a bit.] And maybe not always with paint.

[Fun! But. So messy...]

[ Very... messy. They probably should clean themselves up and their bedsheets. But first-

Gently, as if not meaning to impose, ] Perhaps if you have an idea, next time we can try that.

[ She knows his drive isn't the greatest, but she wants that option to be there for him, for when he wishes to try something new, too. ]

...You've never come across as "clumsy", either. [ Instinct. All instinct. ]

[If he has ideas... well, he'll have to think about that. He doesn't spend a great deal of time thinking about sex, unless they're around one another and the mood feels right. That one time against the wall was pretty great, though...

At her addendum, he has the decency to look sheepish.]

Only... sometimes, I said.

[It's not a persistent thing! He's had enough good feedback from her that he knows when he's doing a good job.]

[ She cuddles up to him, taking in a renewed interest in his expression. Sheepish and meek isn't something she often sees on him-- it's rather cute. Which means it's time to emphasize that he's absolutely the best at sex, in her totally unbiased opinion.

Her finger draws small circles into his chest, idle but obviously flirty. ] Mm, a little like how you fight. [ From what she's seen of him, which would mostly be him fighting monsters in their video game together. She sweetens her voice, lowering it. ] As if you're improvising and following all of your instincts...

[ This ends with a kiss on his cheek. ]

Effortless.

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