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[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.

Guess the physical stuff's easier for me...

[The paint flakes a little beneath her fingertips, not enough to conceal his shiver at her touch. He lifts himself up subtly at her praise.]

You make it pretty easy, you know. [His fingers curl in her hair, one looping a loose lock around itself a few times.] You always let me know exactly how you're feeling, and... when it's good.

[ She leans into his touch, enjoying his affection. ]

I suppose the connection helps with that... [ During which, they know exactly what the other is feeling. ] But am I that obvious?

[ (Probably. Definitely. Yes. The moment she saw his earlier expression as he looked over the mural, so determined and content-- proud, even?-- she had wanted to kiss him right then and there.) ]

You're... pretty obvious. I can tell even when the connection isn't that strong.

[Noticing her contented posture, he keeps up the soft stroking, brushing little tangles from her short hair.]

It's not a bad thing. It... helps. And you should be able to say what you feel whenever you want, obvious or not.

I... Mm. You're right. [ She certainly said how she felt just now, something she's getting better at, and even if she didn't... she definitely showed it in more ways than one. Him, too. ]

I feel...

[ Her eyes slide shut when he continues those little affectionate pets, then opens them to the ceiling of their bedroom. Little flickers of stars of the mural catch her attention, reminding her that his art remains unfinished. There had been more she wanted to talk to him about in regards to the mural-- the crystal, Bahamut, how he feels-- but... in his arms, such topics don't seem as important as being lying quiet and content with him. Or maybe that's the point, that no matter how they feel, they can find security alongside each other. ]

That we should wash ourselves before we fall asleep, mm?

[At that he exhales somewhat dramatically, flopping his head back against the pillow. Uuuugh... the act itself was fun but now he's just sticky.]

I hate that you're right... s'too early for bed though, and I don't wanna wake up in this. Shower?

[Just... give him a minute, he'll muster the energy to get up. Totally.]

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