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Finally he draws back from the kiss with a murmured,] One, [And dips his head to trail a line of kisses along her jawline, down to her neck, whispering the numbers off each time. His fingers slide across the bedspread to dip under the straps of her dress again, this time to drag them down off her shoulders, exposing more of her skin as they go. She'd seemed to be in something of a hurry, going right for his pants, but in return he's taking it slow.]
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Want pulses within her, equally as strong as her love for him. It's his hands she wants, his lips, his touch, his love that she wants to find all over her body and inside her.
His wandering kisses allow her to respond in kind when he's made his way back up, and when she can, she places her lips against the side of his neck, raking one of her hands through his hair, as her other snakes lower upon his body. Finding the firmness between his legs, she strokes him over cloth first, giving any pressure he seeks, before slipping her fingers inside the waistband to touch him, to trace any veins and to provoke the hardness she feels from him, skin to skin, base to tip. ]
Noct...
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[His response is a muffled, indecipherable groan at first, his fingers tensing against her skin, trailing a pathway down her arms, tugging at the fabric. As the dress is dragged lower, exposing her breasts, he wastes no time peppering her with more kisses, gentle nibbles, the long drag of his tongue over one sensitive nub as his palm caresses the other, coaxing her to her own hardness. Between touches he manages a handful of stumbling words, his voice strained and husky as she strokes him, his hips rocking into it. The silk of his robe tickles against bare skin where it hangs, jostled by their shared movement.]
I felt this... like mid-play... I didn't know if we were- gonna make it back...
[Nevermind secret kisses. It's only decades' worth of self-restraint and strong social boundaries that kept him from coaxing her to the bathroom during intermission. They deserve better than a dirty rut in a public washroom, but hell. He really loves her in this dress. ...And out of it.
Which is something he'll start working more on now, reluctantly moving one hand from her chest to sneak down the front of her gown, probing between her legs so he can indulge her as she is him.]
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Mid-play? He hides his wants so well. If only she had known, because at the time she had only dared bring her hand to his thigh where they were seated next to each other. But-- ] I--... had been thinking, of giving you more than my hand on your thigh. [ A secret hand-job? She would surely, surely be too shy of going all the way, but her addled mind at present, filled with lust, considers doing it the next time. How she would like to touch him more, much like she's doing now, just to tease, to provoke, to rile him up just for her. Her hand makes up for lost time, stroking him, massaging him at his tip, playing with his head, then pumping the thickness of his arousal over and over. ] I-- [ A shaky breath, low with heat and pleasure. ] I wanted to touch you so much.
[ As soon as his hand begins to tease her, though, her body tenses with the first slight of contact, shivering at how his finger slips within, and then adjusts. Wetness, warm and slick, greets his touch, and she moans when he rubs into her most sensitive areas, clinging to the kimono upon his back. ]
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[His fingers graze over her sex, feeling the wetness with satisfaction, teasing her for a few strokes before dipping his fingers in, mimicking a slow, shallow thrust.]
When you touched me... I could feel it right away.
[His lips drag away from her breast, replacing it with his free hand to circle around the damp, sensitive spot he'd left behind, trailing back up to her mouth so he can swallow the noises she makes with his kiss for a long moment.]
It was hot, and... you were hot, so I... [Another kiss, deeper this time, hungry.] You're hot like this...
[He tries to nudge the dress further out of the way with his wrist as he strokes into her, deeper this time, his palm adding pressure to intensify the sensation. She's always beautiful, he's never denied that, but something about the way she gleams in black and red, and the way she writhes beneath him, and the way she gasps and moans his name- the heat suffuses through his body as it pools between her legs, like he's drawing on it through the connection of their bodies. He feels hotter and hotter, until it's almost all he can think about: this heat, this pleasure, the way she feels right now.]
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N-now you get to know... You know whenever-- however... [ She moans his name as his palm presses against her heat, and she trembles, moving her hips against his palm. Hot, it's so hot. ] You make me feel this way.
[ It could just be a look from him, or how he dresses, or something else whenever they're alone that when in the right context, it makes her hot for him, and like so much of everything else he does, he does it without realizing it. As embarrassing as it can be, it's not a bad thing, to be attracted to one's lover so much.
She can't take it anymore, just this teasing with his fingers between her legs, or the movement of his hips against her hand. She wants both of their bodies to move together, not separate, to share everything with each grind and thrust. She wants to feel his pleasure, his trembles within her, his restraint and his power. Pyra gasps when he moves a finger into her just so, that causes her legs to spread further apart. She's radiating heat, captured by her desire for more-- more with him. ] N-Noct... I want you.
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He knows, and he wants more too- so with some reluctance he tugs his hand free and away from her, licking at a damp trail of her pleasure from his fingers as the other hand goes to tug the dress further down, freeing her from its confines and discarding it on the floor. He tugs at his pants to continue what she'd started, freeing himself, and moves to remove the kimono again at last- but stops, instead climbing back up and straddling her naked body with it still on, leaning in close and aligning their hips with a teasing grind. The loose sides of the robe hang on either side of them, enclosing their bare chests, with the light of their split crystals shining in the dark between. Silken fabric tickles their skin, coaxing more shivers- though Noctis suspects that's more because of the damp brush of his arousal against hers.]
Tell me... tell me again.
[Whatever her response is, it will be answered by the slow press of his length into her folds before she can even get the final words out, sparing them a handful of moments to adjust before he begins to move in earnest.]
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Each new inch of him entering causes another pant, desperate. ] I want to feel y-you... [ Her hands grasp at his shoulders to pull him down to her, wanting to taste him before they truly begin, and her mouth moves elsewhere along his jaw and the side of his neck, suckling against his skin and leaving marks of her love over his cream-like skin. Architect, she loves his lips, she loves his warmth, she loves-- yes, she loves his arousal, too, thick and pulsing within her-- she loves his voice as he breathes with her, she loves being able to elicit more of his own sounds. She loves all of this. Her energy flares with the first rock of her hips up to him, causing the ether lines of her body to illuminate with her pleasure and pool lower upon her body. She gasps as heat ripples out from there, sending her legs upward and trembling on either side of him. ] A-all the way--
[ She loves to make that love to him, sweaty and sticky and alive, and she wants to watch and hear the sounds of his love, too. ]
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He shifts one hand away from where he'd been enclosed above her, touching her thigh and holding her leg where it's pinned around him, locking their hips together. He rocks into her harder, faster, picking up the pace with the beat of his heart, trying to let her feel what she doesn't have as his chest presses against hers. She wants to feel him, so let her feel him- all of him. She wants him to kiss, to be inside her- so he kisses her hard and hungry, tongue plunging inside to find hers, grinding into her body so she can experience him as deeply as their bodies will allow.]
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[ It's a stammered request, and the only warning he'll get before her legs wrap around him and she takes him by the shoulders to roll them over. The bed shakes with the position change, causing a pillow to fall, but she ignores the mess they're making. Pyra groans when she sinks down to the hilt on him, and with gravity to aide her, she feels every inch of him feels strained and alive within.
With one palm sprawled out on his chest and the other just over his shoulder, she lifts her hips and slaps herself down on him, once, twice, and more. Quickly, she builds them back to a steady rhythm, using his expression and his moans for feedback, wanting to encourage them both towards an apex they'll cross together. She's dripping with her want over his hips and length, riding and rocking her sex onto his over and over, panting with each thrust he meets in the middle with her, expression freeing from both exertion and pleasure.
She can't kiss him in his position without breaking their rhythm, but she's having her fill by simply watching the beauty of him in their union. ]
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His feet brace flat on the bed, giving him the leverage he needs to thrust his hips upwards with more strength, meeting her heavily as she drops down onto his arousal. His hands wander freely up her sides, stroking through the sweat, squeezing her breasts, then roving back down again to rub his fingers between her legs, just above where he enters her, adding to the sensations she's feeling, searching for the sweetest spots he'd hit before with fingers and tongue. He bites his lip, watching for her reaction, moaning helplessly as the pressure and position rouses him even closer to completion, though he's trying hard to hold back so he can watch her first. He loves to see her expression in that moment, loves the thrill of knowing it was he who got her to look that way.]
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[ She's pushed over the edge all at once, gasping and moaning out his name again, fingers digging into his chest as pleasure ripples within her, clamping down along the turgid muscles of his arousal. Once again the lines upon her body come alight and gather into her core, and she throws her head back with a lasting moan as she rides him for that heat, wanting him to follow her pleasure. ]
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It barely takes another grind and a half before he's choking out her name in a guttural cry, his body as deep inside her as their hips will allow and spilling out his pleasure. With his hand still pressed between her legs he can practically feel it, the warm wetness of their joining trickling over his fingertips. He draws his hands back to her hips, holding her in place as he rocks his body slowly to prolong that feeling for the both of them, the intensity trailing off into a low, pleasant buzz.]
Pyra... [is all he can really think to say, his thoughts filled only with her, how good she feels and what a great idea this was. She looks brilliant above him, gleaming with light, sweat-soaked and overwhelmed with bliss, and he loves watching her come down as much as he loves to push her upwards.]
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She feels... wonderful, grateful, and so very privileged to be the one with whom he chooses to love and do this with.
Her hands roam upon his abdomen upward, allowing a finger to lightly trace over the crystal set in the middle of his chest, then moving upward to his chin. She traces along the side of his jaw, afterwards pressing her palm to the side of his cheek. Her touch is nothing but loving, and, carefully adjusting her hips over him-- but shivering anyways from the lasting pleasure-- she leans down to kiss him upon his lips. ]
That... was-- [ Her voice is hoarse from her cries and calls of his name. ] wonderful.
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Pretty amazing, yeah... no argument there. [She's never failed to blow his mind. He tucks her hair behind her ear, fingers brushing past the skull earring she wears.] So... did the kimono do anything for you...?
[Maybe they're discovering kinks or something. She always seems to enjoy it no matter what they do - which is a blessing for his ego and his own satisfaction, truly - and he's long grown comfortable being naked with her, but he'd felt a twinge of something different this time, a subtle shift in the dynamic, a change of vulnerability. Not better, not worse than their usual, just... different. And that's not bad, but he'd rather get her thoughts on it, since it had been her request.]
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The image of him beneath her, panting and speaking her name in such an erotic and affectionate way, remains. She can't help her blush, and her voice carries her smile. ] Yes...
I-- I think... Just seeing you in something different, of my homeworld-- [ A pause. No, that not just it. She doesn't get turned on by the kimono style in general, or if anyone else would wear something similar. It's... ] And knowing you wore it for me.
It was special, that way. [ Said fondly, but she can't help but add, cracking open one eye. ] You also look very, um, hot in it.
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[His tone is teasing, in that knowing sort of way, where he acknowledges that he's being a little shit while at the same time stating something that is completely true- or at least something he knows is true from her perspective. He shifts a bit to make a space for her beside him, his arm curving over her shoulders to pull her close. Messy they may be, but they can clean up in a little bit. Post-coital cuddles is an important step that he's not prepared to be the one to skip. And now that she's nice and close, he can lean in to kiss her face again, her cheek and forehead, and lips as well, roving playfully over her features.]
It helps that it's comfortable... I wouldn't mind wearing this around the place more. Though maybe not always in the whole get-up.
[A full kimono garb can be a little stiff, but a light, breezy robe like this? It's right up his alley. And that familiarity goes both ways, though for him to a lesser extent, probably.]
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Pyra turns onto her side, cuddling against him in a way that causes her breasts to cushion against his side. She lifts a hand to his chest, drawing circles into his skin with the pad of her finger. ] You...
You have to tell me what you'd like to particularly see on me, too, you know. Guessing hasn't been easy.
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[His eyes drift briefly down to where her hand is wandering, then shift further to rove shamelessly up her body. She looks pretty damn good right now, but that doesn't help the question.]
I really, um... I like you in that dress. It's different from your usual stuff, less casual, more... [He pauses. How does he say 'classy' without implying she's not usually that.] ...elegant? I bet you'd look amazing in other dresses... [His free hand slides over her waist, fingers trailing over the curve of her hip and thigh.] Show off your shape, or maybe something that like, billows. Princess-y.
[She'd look cute in something with layers, he thinks.]
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Billows and princess-y...
[ A more romantic look, then? ]
Lace, or no lace?
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...I wouldn't... say no to lace.
[She's literally naked in front of him, but the thought of her in something lacy brings a flush of red to his cheeks, so that's probably a good answer for her.]
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She presses further into him, kissing his cheek. ] In that case, I just might have to commission something lacy [ and racy ] from the robots.
[ Can you imagine-- ]
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oh yes]R-right... sounds good to me.
[Girlfriend! Lace! Girlfriend in lace! In truth he really just wanted her to treat herself more, but this added benefit to him is undeniably nice. He'll try not to be too antsy as he waits for whatever she decides to get.]
I'll have to be careful with something like that... when I'm taking it off.
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Or.... you could magic it off. [ It's not the same as stripping clothes off. However: ] So that you could keep it with you [ Her voice lowers. ] In your armory.
[ He'll have her lacy things even on a walk out on the town. His magic is his birthright, ThE pOwEr Of KiNgS. ]
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Okay, but imagine the horror if someone else thinks about spare clothes while summoning and accidentally calls a lacy dress into their hands. I'd never live it down.
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