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[ She swallows his words with kisses of her own, hungry and eager to taste his tongue alongside hers. Breaking away only for a few necessary pants, she returns to capture his mouth between her own moans and the movement of his hand between her legs. ]

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.

I know, [he breathes, shivering, because he can feel it, each pulse of pleasure that rushes through her body ripples through his own, and part of what makes it hard to stop is because he's chasing that feeling, loving not just the sounds she makes or the way she moves with him but how he can feel his own body responding in kind. He can feel her need for more, the emptiness begging to be filled, the apex they stand before together, urgently longing for the right push over the edge.

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.]

I-- I want-- [ She's helpless against him, back arching when he presses himself into her slick heat. Her eyes open then shut tightly as she takes in his length, calling her pleasure out with a pitched moan, tilting her pelvis up to allow for him to slide more smoothly in. Vaguely, she knows he's above her, she feels him above her, her chest stimulated against his, his strong arms on either side of her, but everything below the waist strangles her attention.

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. ]

[He murmurs barely comprehensible agreements through their kisses, bending his head with each thrust to pepper her with affection, to her lips, her neck, her breasts, anywhere he can comfortably reach as they move together as one. She'd wanted two hundred kisses, and even as a joke he's giving it his all, too many to count properly, trying only to drown her in sensations from every angle. He feels solid and soft at once, the hardness between his legs accented by the pulse of her pleasure flowing into him, and like before, he feels everything at once. He groans noisily as she tenses around him, that marvelous pressure trying to hold him in as he withdraws, welcoming him back every time he sinks into her. This is another dance he knows well, one they've learned together, and the steps are familiar and still mind-blowing every time.

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.]

[ Kiss after breathless kiss, her body and tongue answers his in kind, simutaneously hungry for every extra motion he grants and invigorated to give him more in return. Her toes curl inwards when he strikes within her just right, and she gasps his name when his lips take to her neck. ] N-Noct... I want to-- on top--

[ 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. ]

[He rolls with her in one smooth motion, his robe jostled open and leaving his chest bare for her enjoyment, which rises and falls with quick succession as he pants and rolls his hips up into her, keeping up with the rhythm she now sets from atop him. He doesn't mind giving up the control, especially when she seems to like it so much; he's just as happy watching her straddle him, pinned between her weight and the bed, his eyes roving over every inch of her bare flesh. The sweat trickling over their limbs, the wet slap of each thrust of their joining, the lingering moisure on her lips from his thirsty kiss from moments ago- everything is wet and messy and he can only laugh (breathlessly, happily) at how good it is.

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.]

[ Her entire body jostles upward with pleasure, rigid and trembling, when he includes the new sensation of his hands aiding the heat between her legs. She stammers out his name, sliding herself back down upon his hips and rocking forward into his touch. Sweat rolls down her neck as she moves herself onto him and against him, up and down, her sounds becoming louder, more strained, tighter as she nears her climax. The rhymic motions are driving her wilder than before, making her lose herself to the incredible heat that's near-boiling. He feels hard within her, he feels incredible, filling her with what she could never provide herself each time she rocks her hips down to him. And she feels it, she knows it's just there, just a little more, more-- ] M-More-- Noct--

[ 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. ]

[The pressure of her muscles around him has him gasping, the slickness of her insides aiding in his quick thrusts in and out of her body despite that tightness instinctively trying to keep him within. His toes curl and flex against the sheets as he rocks up while she comes down, their bodies pounding together like a steady drum of skin and heartbeat. Her heat burns and burns, painlessly scalding, and he can feel the rise of her arousal pushing her right up to her apex, until she crashes over the edge and that wave of overwhelming pleasure pours over him, dragging him to the same cliff and pulling him right over.

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.]

[ Finished and spent, she continues to straddle him while fully sheathing him, chest heaving from the exertion. Despite all the energy spent, her body tingles with lingering heat and arousal, both of which are familiar and welcomed by her. She smiles, blinking her eyes open to look down at him, wanting to memorize how he appears in this moment, just like all the others, content and sated.

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.

[He groans in response as she moves, the sound involuntary and a little strained, his body still sensitive to every sensation even as he begins to soften within her. He tilts his chin up to meet her, returning the kiss with a lazy softness, enjoying the salty-sweet taste of sweat on her lips. When she draws back, he lifts a hand to stroke some of the loosened hair away from her face, fingers trailing over her cheek.]

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.]

[ Coming down from that high to settle into a languid, content heat, she removes her hips from his and rolls off of him. With her shoulder against his, she closes her eyes again.

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.

Don't I look hot in anything?

[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.]

You are very right. [ He's hot all the time, indeed, and he knows her too well, so much that she smiles lazily at the thought.

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.

I don't make it easy, huh...

[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.]

[ His touch earns him a small, content hum. It's simply so easy to bask in the afterglow. ]

Billows and princess-y...

[ A more romantic look, then? ]

Lace, or no lace?

[He considers the idea for a moment, trying to imagine with or without. Both options seem good in his mind. But lace is well known as a sign of something delicate, intricate. Soft and thin material woven together, partially revealing the skin beneath...]

...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.]

[ That's indeed the answer she had been looking for.

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-- ]

[Oh no oh no ~~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.

[ The blush is fully formed on her own cheeks. ]

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. ]

[He makes a thoughtful noise, then chokes back a laugh, tilting his head to bump against hers.]

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.

[ He has a point! And she giggles softly against his skin. ]

You're right.... [ A sigh. ] I suppose you'll have to take it off of me in the traditional way.

[ Oh how awful. ]

Ah...

[He looks a little shy again, and it takes him a moment, but he's able to shake it off. He has no reason to feel embarrassed! This is normal, very normal couple stuff!]

I- I liked that, too. Watching you...

[Her, taking her clothes off for him, or him helping her do it. Both is good.]

[ He liked... watching her? That gets another flare of pink to dust across her cheeks, and she quietly tucks that knowledge in her mind for later. How far she's come, that she doesn't feel as self-conscious as she once may have been, even when compared to when they first became lovers. ]

That-- that works out, because I like the feeling of your hands as they, um, undress me.

That so...

[He's happy to hear that, and it shows in his expression, shyly pleased. The reveal of fabric drawn back to make way for bare skin, more to touch... and getting to touch that skin, watching her expression change as he does. He likes that, and if she does, all the better.]

Sounds like we've got a few good ideas for the future, then.

[ He may not completely know the impact it has on her when he speaks of the future with a smile. But it's there, present in the way she looks at him lovingly, tiling her head up to take his lips with hers for a slow, affectionate kiss. ] I think...

[ With her hand still upon his cheek, she draws away to admire his expression. ]

...We have many things to look forward in the future we have here.

[ She needn't even name them, because she's certain that they will be there. ]

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