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[ His reactions only serve to encourage her further, and she purposefully leans her chest into his groin, and her hands move upward upon his thighs. It's probably not the specific sort of pressure he craves, but denying him more-- for the moment-- is intentional on her part. This puts her chin just above his navel, and she looks up at him with a gaze that's clouded with both want and an eagerness to do more. Her body is is hot, pulsing for anything he may give. Her second place prize, in a way, is doing all of this for him. Seeing him wanting evokes the same in her... as if she hadn't been ready already. ] I think you know what I want.

[ Pyra lifts her torso from his hips, allowing her hands to move to the drawstring that keeps the waist of his pants intact. Undoing it, she pulls the fabric away and tugs what she needs to apart to have him free of the confines of cloth. With a devious accent to the light in her eyes, she bends forward, using her tongue to wet him, base to shaft to her mouse puckering to suck briefly upon his tip, explicit and showy with all of her focus upon him. But it'll be her hand working him today, because she can't exactly kiss him upon his mouth and enjoy his taste herself if it's otherwise occupied.

Pyra wraps one finger, then two, about his base, using what wetness she had left with her mouth as lubricant to glide up and down his shaft. Then she lifts herself, pressing a knee to the edge of the bed along his thigh to support herself. She moves to kiss him upon his bottom lip, attempting to tug his mouth open to allow her entrance. ]

[He can feel every inch of her on him, roused and ready against her hand, his hips lifting slightly as she takes him in, teased for a moment with her mouth before she draws away to stroke him. It aches for just those scant seconds until her touch returns, and as she rises to find his lips he meets her in the middle, clashing eagerly against her. His mouth is open with no hesitation, needing scarcely a moment's request before his tongue finds hers. Hungrily they dance like that, as one arm pulls away from the sheets to wind around her waist, tugging her in, holding her close, fingers splayed out and sliding down her back in a teasing gesture, cupping her ass.

She's warm and soft against him as always, and there's heat coiling fast now, so much faster than usual; she might notice him rise in readiness beneath her touch, hardened and full, and before long his other hand tugs away from the bed to grasp her from behind with both, pulling her close enough that she's fully straddling him now. As he arches against her, hips rocking, the only thing blocking his path is her hand. He's eager, hungry, ready, and there's a request in his kiss as he deepens it further, pulling back only to gasp for a breath.]

[ He's a sweet wine upon her lips, each kiss leaving her more flustered than before, thirsting for more. Her tongue brushes against his, mixing her saliva with his and gasping into his mouth as his hands grope around her backside and brings her to sit closer to him. Her chest presses against his, soft against the definition of his muscles, rubbing the peaks of her breasts that cause a shiver to travel down her spine and nestle into her core. Her thighs squeeze on either side of her straddle of him, closing tight in a throb of pleasure but then opening as heat radiates all throughout her body. She moans half of his name against his mouth, and a pant follows.

Try as she might to have her hand work him in a consistent rhythm, the angle is too tight between their bodies, and-- she can feel him wanting more, too. He needn't even ask.

Using her hand, Pyra positions herself and guides him in with a slick, wet and obvious sound. The feeling of him filling her completely causes another hot gasp to pass from her lips, and her hands cling to his shoulders as her body trembles. A pant, then another, follows with a whine as the barest of shudders against his body strikes a match of heat within her. Her hips rock forward. Another flare of pleasure ensues, and her back arches slightly. She opens her eyes to look at him to see if he's faring the same, and her own are filled with as much love as there is lust.

She kisses him before they really begin. ]

[He groans against her mouth as he sinks into her, eyes clenching tightly, fingers curling against her skin. His hips rise to meet her as she rides him, braced against the floor and bed, using his hold on her to drive her closer, deeper. Everywhere their skin connects feels like it's on fire, a desperate, heavy heat that isn't painful but is at the same time merciless, demanding to be sated. He feels her tightening around him with every rise and thrust, and somehow he can feel that same heat inside, coiling deep in his core like a fiery tornado, burning, rising up towards the sky. It's already so intense but he's craving more, more, it's not enough.

With a noise almost akin to a growl he pulls her in and twists them around, setting her down against the edge of the mattress and leaning over her body, driving into her with the newfound momentum of his feet firmly planted on the ground. He dips to kiss her again, hands sliding along her thighs to help her wrap her long legs around his waist, trailing his lips down her cheek, neck, to her breasts, taking a nub in his mouth and rolling his tongue around the sensitive flesh. He picks up the pace, drawing back to nearly his full length before rushing in once more, chasing that fire, that incredible high. He can feel- her, every inch of her, the sensations they're sharing. He doesn't understand it but at the same time he recognizes the feeling right to the core, like it's some long-lost language that only they understand. Him, her, as one, connected in a way they'd never been before. He's lost in it, and he loves it, loves her and how she makes him feel.]

[ The shift in their positions is unexpected but welcomed, and when he plunges back into her, her entire back arches against the mattress as heat twists and coils through her limbs. Pleasure ricochets throughout her as her body, causing it to tense up against him, each moment pushing her closer to the brink. Her thighs, how around him, press into his sides, and her hips move to meet his with each thrust, seeking to strike against each sensitive part of him. her hands find his hair, his shoulders, his sides, in a desperate hug as he bends over her to take a breast into his mouth, and she gasps his name again, cutting each syllable with a breathless pant, another, then another as they build a rhythm into something that causes her to ache and sweat, to think only of more, of him, of how he feels inside her, how he moves inside her, how this position grants more force to connect with her.

Every time he kisses her, it feels like fire, and her hands cling over his body greedily, nails raking in a tight hold over his skin. With both of her legs around him, she bucks her hips to take him in, angling them in a way that allows him to practically glide between her legs, sinking and thrusting and pulling back and returning to hot and wet heat in a way that she loves. In her most desperate of moments as they continue to connect, she finds one of his hands to take and squeeze. This is them, together; this is a moment that no one else can share but them, and it's beautiful and messy and exhilarating.

He'll feel this all for himself through their connection, the movement, the friction, the pleasure it causes her and the way her body responds to the fire he's ignited, building and building until it all becomes too much. The more she seeks breaks apart, the pressure snapping within her, and it's a torrent of pleasure let loose. Pyra's back arches dramatically against the bed, strained and lost to heat that electrifies her. Her voice staggers as her hips lift then lock into place against his, trembling and bucking twice as if to prolong the white-hot pleasure into which she sinks. Hooking her ankles behind his back, she calls his name-- lust still low and thick upon her tongue, but lovingly, gratefully-- into his ear. ]

[Her hands across his body ignite trails of fire, heating his skin more than a long day's work ever could, and he clenches his eyes shut, swiftly losing himself in the overwhelming feeling of her, around him, against him, inside him. He can feel every thrust more intimately than ever before, her cries and the gasp of his name riling him up, pushing him further. His movements are heavy, driving deep and long each time, his pace steady and unwearied, strengthened by her pleasure and that burning sensation inside him. There's no hesitation, no uncertainty that he might be doing something wrong or moving too fast, too slow. He can feel it, every burst of pleasure that he manifests within her, enhancing his own and building the sort of confidence in him that he's not used to when it comes to intimacy. She's never been subtle, and he's not doubted her honesty, but for the first time he carries no doubt in himself.

He can feel it just as intimately when she reaches that apex, his breath stuttering, gasping alongside her and faltering his thrust for a moment, experiencing an orgasm before his own hits him, and it leaves him stunned. He'd known- he'd felt- that was her-

Her whisper in his ear makes him shudder and begin to move again, riding out those incredible and disorienting waves of pleasure, trying to prolong the sensation for her (and- and him, he's still feeling it, god). He only makes it a few more thrusts before he sinks in deep one last time and releases, burying his face against her neck, panting her name like a prayer. He's locked in place, trapped inside her with limbs tangled around him; he's never felt so incredible in all his life, and for a while he's content to just breathe like that with her, letting those waves of heat, his and hers, ripple through him over and over.]

[ She's left panting beneath him, sticky and sweating and dimly glowing with a light that ripples throughout the lines that pattern her body, and she looks up at him breathlessly. A hand goes to comb through his hair, and it's all she can do to simply hold him like that, still joined, still feeling trembles of heat and pleasure in their aftermath. Her cheeks remain flushed as her chest rises and falls against his, and Pyra turns her head to kiss right above his ear, or wherever else she may reach. ]

N-Noct... [ She stutters at last, finding her voice hoarser from all of her gasps and groans from minutes before. ] That was...

[ Pretty damn amazing? He had just seemed so-- hungry for her, bolder, and she liked every part of it.

Her body quivers like the faint echo of an aftershock, and she bites upon her bottom lip helplessly for all of two seconds as her hips inadvertently lift against his. She's not looking for a round two, but still being joined like this, filled with him and dripping with him, warm and wet and linked, sends an embarrassing thrill up her spine she can't deny. ]

Wonderful.

[He lifts his head slowly as enough energy returns to him that he's able to move, his body shivering and slick with sweat and the remnants of their pleasure, his eyes hazy and dark, carrying their own subtle glow in the reflection of their gleaming crystals. Pressed up close as they are, his crystal is nearly against hers, a mimicry of their joining on multiple levels. He studies her for a long moment, breathing hard, before he mouths her name and leans in to kiss her, slow, soft, and tender. He doesn't know what to say yet, his mind still parsing what just happened between them, but in his kiss is an echo of her comment: wonderful.

He lingers on it for a handful of seconds before lifting up again, eyes fluttering as he regains control of his muddling thoughts at last.]

Pyra... shit. [He huffs a breathless laugh, kissing her again helplessly, more briefly this time.] It was. I- I felt it. I felt you. Was it like that for you, too...?

[He doesn't understand what just happened, but he can hazard a guess- what changed between them is impossible to forget, after all. He can't help asking, relishing in curious wonder at the sensations she'd shared with him as they made love. Those senses still tingle, and he's reluctant to lose it, to pull away and distance himself from the heat of her pleasure. It's a warm glow now, like sitting at a campfire, a softer comfort.]

[ When he looks at her like that, helpless, kissing her, smiling, breathless, excited, loving... She smiles too, for she knows that they needn't be connected by the crystal for her to know how lovely he is in this moment.

She returns each kiss he gives, of course, smiling against his lips and skin, and then pressing her head back to the mattress to look up at him. She bangs clings to her forehead, but her eyes remain shining. ]

It was. [ And she liked that part, too, that feeling of them being in sync, of having to experience what he feels for herself. It's the absolute best feedback that she knows he's enjoying himself.

This is better than her only feeling his pain and injuries. She'd rather be shared his pleasure, his joy, his love, and have hers shared in return. ] I don't know why or how, but.

[ Her hand lifts from his should to press to his cheek. ] We really were as one. [ Mortal. Immortal. Human. Crystal. Whatever. They love each other, and they were able to truly be together. ]

...Yeah... 's kind of a fun surprise, huh.

[Unexpected, but not unwelcome, for sure. His thoughts align with her own, thinking of the last time this came up: this is much, much better than his wounds appearing on her body. If she has to share his pain, he's glad they can at least share one another's pleasure to balance things out.

His hand lifts to cover hers at his cheek, thumb stroking idly over her skin. Still so warm, unblemished. He could gaze at every inch of her and not get tired of it; his free hand traces over the light lines along her body, a subtle exploration of paths he knows well already.]

Hey... I love you. [He leans in to kiss her again, drawing back to kiss at her cheek, her forehead.] I'm sorry I've been kinda... hands off, lately. But I'm really happy we did this.

[ She preens when he kisses her again, smiling up at him when he says she loves her...

But then he says I'm sorry, and she quickly attempts to put a stop to that by bringing a finger up to his lips. ] None of that, okay?

[ He's sorry about being "hands off"? When he nearly died? When he had to become used to seeing a crystal upon his body, or the after-effects of how all those memories effected his mind? When the city was being eaten by worms? It's not as if she had been in the mood either with any of these things happening! That last thing she'd want is for him to feel he needs to apologize. ]

We're here together now... that's what mattes.

[He smiles at her correction, grateful for her understanding, and feeling a little silly for it. he hopes it isn't implying that all she's been thinking about is the sex they weren't having- that wasn't his intent, nor was it the reason for his apology. Merited or not, he'd rather apologize for any perceived neglect if it exists. There's enough instances in his life where he's failed to apologize out of pride or whatever. He doesn't want their relationship to take hits from stupid reasons or bad excuses.]

Not gonna say you're wrong, there. [He's glad he said it, nonetheless.

Gently he withdraws from her warmth, trying not to seem so reluctant about it, and pulls her against him as he shifts them both fully onto the bed to lie side by side. it's still warm like this, and the mutual glows between their bodies subtly light their expressions from below.]

I wonder how deep this goes...

[ It takes her a few moments to readjust as he pulls apart from her, and when positions himself on the mattress, she turns to face him, draping an arm over his shoulder.

Architect, she cannot stop looking at him. He seems far more relaxed than he's been a long while. ]

Our crystals, your mean.? [ She hums thoughtfully. ]

I'm not entirely sure... We might both end up surprised.

[It's not a show, either; there's a tension easing out of his body, a blessing bestowed upon him not just by mindblowingly good sex and a solid distraction from all that's happened, but also a relief that their connection isn't just pain for her and a wall around the crystal's memories, or something to keep him alive. To know that there's some other benefit for both of them, something they can enjoy on top of the company they share on account of his still being alive. She'd said it was okay and that was enough, and he believes her- but he feels better now, knowing they have this too.

He shifts a little, easing his arm between them so he can stroke her hair.]

I'm just happy it's a good surprise this time. If there's more to find out, I hope it'll be more like this.

[ Her eyes slide shut as he runs a hand through her hair. For someone who's so apt at combat, he's an expert in gentleness, too.

Pyra lets out a sigh, reassured by his hope. He's fine with this connection of their crystal-- where they're able to share a sensation like this with each other, and not just his pain transferring to her. She had been worried he'd be more stressed at having yet another intrusive feeling being shoved upon him...

Although she does wonder the extent of her sharing this sort of want with him. Will it happen every time she's-- ]

Mmm.... I wonder if we'll have to wait long to find out.

[ This is said with a hint of a blush. Of course by now they've both figured out her drive is higher than his. ]

[It takes a few seconds, as his eyes shift to catch the blush on her cheeks, and it spreads to his own as he chuckles quietly.]

Caught on pretty quick on the way home... guess I won't be missing any hints going forward. [That she's horny as heck? Yeah, she's not been subtle before, he's just kinda thick sometimes. He leans in, bumping his forehead to hers and lowering his voice.] You got me wrapped around your finger now...

[Well, it's not like it's mind control. At least, he doesn't feel like he's out of his own control. The feeling of heat and desire were emphasized, but he could have said no, and it's not like he wasn't into her before all of this happened. It's just... stronger, now. Which is supposed to happen when you're in love anyway, or so he'd always thought.

It's stranger than most relationships admittedly, and he's definitely not going to be mentioning this to anyone else. He doesn't think they'd understand, especially when he barely does himself.]

[ She sinks into his embrace comfortably. Even if they hadn't been linked by her crystal or his magic, she believes that their relationship would be just as strong. Noctis is attentive when it counts, caring and dedicated and kind. He knows her well. From their kisses to their embraces to the sex itself, he's been satisfying her. She attempts to give everything she can to him, as well.

She smiles against the skin, kissing the side of his mouth. ]

As if you didn't have me in the palm of your hand.

Ohh? That so. Is that why we fit together so well? [He smiles beneath her lips, a slice of deviousness in his tone.] Is that why...

[He probably shouldn't rile her up again, especially when the conversation is so sweet and sincere. At the same time, it's so easy to tease his hand between her breasts, fingers brushing just beneath where her crystal begins.]

...My piece is supposed to be inside yours, huh?

[ Is it a win-win or lose-lose scenario if, when he teases her, he'll be able to feel the effects of teasing her? Because if he's trying to rile her up, it's working. Her torso moves just an inch closer to his touch.

His double entendre earns him a pleasant giggle, and she mimics the touch upon his chest, right beneath where his crystal is set. ]

Mm.... We do fit together nicely. But sometimes we have to move to get it to fit in just the perfect way.

[Little of column A, little of column B? Honestly, he doesn't mind that much. He likes knowing that she's enjoying herself, and it's a surefire way to be certain. She ought to get an extra shiver out of his side, too, as her hand lingers on him.]

Well... there's bound to be some growing pains. Mine's a little bigger than it used to be.

[He almost falters on the words, the fluster trying to get the best of him. He's not the best at this sort of talk, but look at him trying!]

[ She is enjoying it, her cheeks covered in a healthy flush and her body already warming up against his. As much as this sort of talk can be silly, she finds it both fun and provocative. She feels safe enough with him to be daring and shameless in these matters, with a partner who is receptive and wanting just like her.

His shiver translates into a flare of warm intrigue, and her hand moves lower upon his chest. ] ...Is it really? [ And lower. ] I better check. [ And lower still, to cup him tenderly between his legs. He's wet from all of their shared intimacy, allowing her to rather easily wrap and slide her fingers around him. ]

[His response is another quiet laugh, his body arching into her touch as he leans close to catch her lips in a deeper kiss. He responds easily to her stroking, and before long he's rolling to straddle her once more, shifting between her legs, teasing her with that familiar kiss and slide before they begin to move together once more. The heat consumes them a second time, stoked by their joining, the kisses they exchange and the noises they coax out of one another. Neither last long, the embers still burning hot from the last round; when they reach that sweet apex, they do so together and are left panting hard and smiling. It feels like it's never been so easy- to be with her, to love her, to make love.

Soon he's laid out on his back, spent and satisfied, his arm curling around her to hold her close to him, fingers back to idly stroking her hair. His eyes are closed and he looks rather like a very contented cat.]

[ It's for a second time this evening that she finds both bliss and comfort in his arms and upon their bed, their passion and contentedness shared by the ended of it. Nestled in closely to him again, she's unable to stop smiling to herself as she catches her breath, aching between her legs but completely satisfied. ]

Mm... Noct?

[ She rolls on her side to kiss him upon his cheek, nestling close to his arm and allowing one to rest upon his chest.

That's it. That's what she had wanted to tell him: a single kiss, chaste and loving. After a full day's worth of work, no doubt they'll have to bathe, but she's in no hurry to leave. ]

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