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[Her rocking hips are as much of a tease as her tone and the banter, perhaps even moreso, as she should feel his body reacting beneath her, hardness growing between his thighs. Perhaps they should have saved the wine for later, but there's little to be done about that now- rather, he tilts back and downs a long swig, draining half the glass. It's sweet and flavourful, a strong fruity taste, which isn't surprising considering their location. It isn't as if he needs liquid courage for this, after being together for so long, but he can't deny that it makes him bolder.]

Easy in some ways, sure. When I catch 'em on my hook, they come without any fight. [His fingernails drag playfully over the fabric, starting to pull it upwards, exposing more of the bare skin of her legs.] It was a challenge the first time, though. I had to work up the courage to try.

[ She takes a long sip of her glass, indulging in both the taste and the feel of his body responding against her weight. Not only that, but he's teasing her in the way she likes best: slowly and sensually, his fingers pulling up the fabric of her dress, allowing him more access to her skin. A thrill of want pulses through her, harmonizing with his fingertips. Upon his lap, her thighs part just a bit more. ]

Oh? Let me guess... when you did manage to catch them, they never let you go. [ In her position, she can't exactly reciprocate touch as easily as he-- not much to when facing outward-- but she makes do with another stroke down the outside of his thigh with her hands, her voice low lull. ]

Can't say I tried very hard to release them. I really didn't wanna let them go.

[The metaphor sort of falls apart the deeper it goes - if he never released them, how would he catch them over and over? - but they both know it's nonsense anyway, so he doesn't think too hard about it. Certainly not when her body is rubbing so temptingly against his own, the wine adding its own gentle heat to the arousal spreading through him. Her facing outward doesn't bother him any, but rather gives him more opportunity to tease and spoil her without interruption. Her dress is finally lifted up enough for him to sneak his hand under the fabric, fingers dancing over bare skin, sliding inwards, moving beneath her weight as she shifts to get between her spread thighs, edging towards the heat radiating from her apex like a moth to a flame. He takes another sip of wine and leans his head closer, catching her neck with his fruit-sweetened lips, nibbing playfully at her skin and kissing a trail along her collar. She can banter with herself- his mouth and fingers are busy for a bit.]

[ His lips are as soft and sweet as honey upon her neck, causing a flutter of air to escape her lips as she sighs into his kisses. He knows she's sensitive there, and she hasn't stopped being sensitive there, her body shivering pleasantly with heat against his. ]

At this point--... [ Her back arches as his hand move closer to between her legs, and her breath hitches as his mouth moves to her collar instead, nibbling at her skin. ] ..I doubt they'd want to.

[ Wasn't... she supposed to be the one pleasing him tonight? She wants to, she feels his arousal beneath her, but maybe she can delay just a little for herself-- while teasing him more, too. Pyra's hips rock gently back into his, all exposed curves rubbing against his hardness as if she could coax out sound of his own. ]

Mm... [There's a soft vibration as he hums against her neck, lifting up just briefly enough to say,] Good.

[And if there's a subtle possessiveness beneath his tone, husky, hungry and wanting, well, hopefully she'll forgive him. Blame the wine. The thought of losing her is unbearable, and he'll not dwell on it. Not when she's here and hot in his arms, trembling softly against his body. He returns to working his magic on her neck, longing to coax more of that urgent breath from her, and he sets aside his empty wine glass in order to curl that arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him, allowing her to feel more intimately the hardness between his legs. At the same time the motion allows him to dive his fingers further up her dress, finally reaching his destination and sinking into her, stroking languidly in a way he knows that she enjoys.]

[ The series of kisses upon her neck leave her melting against the shape of his body, heat pooling quickly down to her core. He knows exactly where to kiss, where to please her, and how, which altogether means that she's heating up quickly against his touch. As his fingers move beneath the hem of her dress, her thigh muscles tighten as the rest of her legs tremble all the way to her toes. While this all happens in a matter of moments, it feels like for so much longer when his touch finally reaches where she needs it to be.

A moan escapes her, a low, musical note that answers the husky tone of his voice, pleasure causing her body to rock into his touch. More of this, is what's on her mind, her wants, her needs, and she acts on it, angling her body some so that she may turn her head towards him. ] Noct..... [ She murmurs his name, slow and desperate, as she brings a hand up to his chin to guide his face to hers. He can stop kissing her neck, now because she wants to kiss him and more. ]

[Her coaxing gets him to lift his head and meet her easily enough, never one to refuse her requests, especially when it's for something he's also craving. His lips catch hers, and he kisses softly at first before he opens up and deepens it, teasing her with loving strokes of his tongue above as his fingers move below. His pace is languid but steady, moving in tandem with her rocking hips, working between her muscles in all the ways he knows she loves.

He's not thinking deeply about it - hard to think deeply about anything when she's grinding against him, and he can feel her heat, wet and ready, around his hand - but inwardly he's glad she's accepting this and not pushing for him to only take on his birthday. Making her happy makes him happy, and her pleasure is arousing him just fine. He can wait.]

[ He knows her body and where to touch, and she knows how to please herself upon his. Combining these two facts, it doesn't take her long. His fingers delving into and out of her sex sets the rhythm on which she builds, rubbing her trigger against his palm when her hips connect with hand, thighs straddling him further, opening to allow him more room to work. She's slick with her need, insides throbbing and contracting against his touch, causing her to whisper-- ] Noct... ah-- [ His name, a prayer, a plead.

Pyra's lips part wider as her pants overtake her moans, becoming quicker, shorter, and hotter, just as her kisses become deep, needy, and desperate. She's overtaken in a flash, back arching against his chest, thighs locking on top of his legs and quivering with slick pleasure, and she breaks the kiss to gasp out his name again.

The high lingers in waves of heat that pulses between her legs.

Damn him, he's too good at this. He got her first.

Cracking open her eyes, she looks at him sidelong, craning her neck to give him a grateful smile. ]

Mmm... Hey. [ Perhaps later she'll laugh at her attempt of a smoother transition, but what is sex but not without moments of awkwardness-- especially the kind they can both be comfortable? Pyra raises her hips from his, not bothering to readjust her swim bottoms from where the cloth has been pushed to the side for access. Turning to face him, she places a hand on both of his knees, leaning forward to kiss him slowly upon his upper lip, writing her words onto his mouth with her lips. ] My turn.

[ He'll hear how her grateful smile from before turn slier. As much as she desires to service him, it's a treat in of itself to see him enjoy every part of this, too.

Pulling away from, him, Pyra lowers herself between his knees, hands sliding up his thighs over his swim trunks. Pulling at the drawstring with one hand, she uses her other to cup his arousal while it's still within its confines, rubbing over it with the same rhythm as when her hips had been grinding against him, albeit with lighter pressure. As soon as she completes a few circles of this, she brings all of him out into the open, fingers curling around his shaft and sliding to his base.

Can she get him to burst before sunset so that they'll be able to watch it together, or will this be an explosive finale for him? Either way, she'll consider it a victory. So-- ] I hope you enjoy the view.

[ Okay it's a little cheeky, but she's giving him a slow, long lick to start out with. ]

[Watching her reach completion is always so satisfying, intensely gratifying in its own way - he did that, he made her feel that way, with his own hand! - and her pleasure is probably the most arousing part for him. It helps that her grinding motions against his body were riling him up before, driving the pulsing blood right to his groin with every moan she uttered, every deep kiss they shared. As such, she doesn't have to work very hard to push him from half-mast to full erection as she strokes him up and down, coaxing a few dribbles of precome from his tip as he tilts his head back with a quiet groan of his own. When she switches to using her mouth at last, though, the warm wetness inviting him in, her name is uttered with a gasp, and his hips arch, eyes clenching.]

God... hard to look at anything else. There's more of a dazzle down than up.

[He forces his eyes open after the initial lick, just a crack, a deep flush crossing his cheeks, and smiles with the strain of a man trying to cling to his composure while knowing she's about to completely undo him in a manner of moments. Thankfully he's okay with that- she's very, very good at this, and the spark in her eyes confirms that she's about to destroy him in the very best way. With how far along they are already, he'll definitely come before the sun is gone. And if he misses it? Worth it, honestly.]

[ One moan from him is one victory, but she's hoping for a symphony of more as she begins to work. Using her fingers to stroke him and apply pressure at his base, her head bobs down and down as she sucks over the entirety of him, wanting each inch of him slick and wet. Using her tongue, she laps along the underside of his length as she moves, initially teasing at his tip with her lips, then returning to take him into her mouth for the fully enveloped experience, all suction and spit, pressure and pleasure. With her other hand, she strokes up his thigh, making a noise in response to his.

She times herself with the movement of his hips, knowing where to meet him and when to tease him just so with her mouth. Her eyes lift up along his body to watch him, adoring every pinch of pleasure he expresses, every pant or groan. Just as he likes making her overflow, she relishes watching him indulge and unravel with her help.

He's attractive on a normal day, but he's hot whenever he's like this, especially knowing that she's the one who has the very private privilege to provide it. ]

[She'll get what she wants, and then some. There are times when he wants to rein in his own voice, embarrassed by the noises he makes, but he's grown to recognize that she likes it, so for her - to ensure she knows just how well she's treating him - he keeps his hand away from his face, instead reaching out and touching her hair, fingers curling in a light but urgent grip so he can feel her head move as she eases his length in and out of her mouth. The other hand clenches in the fabric of the couch beneath him, and his hips cant towards her mouth, craving that warm, wet heat each time it's dragged away. Another moan is uttered, then another, and some strangled sound that must be her name; his back is arched, his head tilted, gaze shifting between clenched in pleasure and heavy-lidded, watching her with hungry eyes. The look of her is enchanting, ravishing, and it only fuels his pleasure that much more, driving him headlong towards completion.

It won't take her long to push him over the edge, close as he already was when she started. He prolongs it as long as he can, trying to hold back and cling to that feeling, but she's too good, and soon he's gasping his final cry, fingers curling, back arching, and all that pressure releases within him, a rushing high of pleasure before the glorious fall.]

[ She manages to refrain from being sloppy at the end, and it helps that she's already had her fill first, courtesy of him, and so for his final moments she ensures she's tending to the full length of him, sucking and massaging as he finishes. Pyra swallows what he gives, kissing him on his tip and allowing a trail of saliva to bridge between him and her bottom lip before she wipes the excess from her mouth.

Does he know how beautiful he looks in this moment? Panting and pleasured and her name just spoken upon his tongue?

Seeing him satisfied makes her satisfied, but she would rather not keep him exposed and cold. Pyra places a hand on either of his knees, lifting herself up to lean over him, kissing him upon his cheek. ]

Happy birthday, Noct.

[Give him a second. He needs a second.

....

Okay. Okay. That was amazing, as always. And her comment has him blushing even harder, smiling with a flustered look on his face.]

You're spoiling me again. We didn't even miss the show- you're that good.

[He gestures towards the window, and hastily reaches down to fix his pants - realizing perhaps a little too late that any of their neighbours could have peeked in and seen them, oh boy - but sure enough, the sun is just on the cusp of setting, rays of beautiful colours stretching out across the horizon in every direction. As stormy as it usually appears outside of the barrier, there really is no denying the view here. She chose their rental housing wisely.]

[ Correcting her own swim bottoms, she turns around and settles comfortably on his lap, and she guides his hands to wrap around her waist. ]

...Look at that.

[ Her smile is audible upon her lips, no more than a whisper as if anything louder would break the dream she's found herself in.

But it's not a dream. This is real: this sunset, him being with her, this moment of intimacy they've shared. His hands on her are real, and she doesn't want him to let go.

(And he's lived another year he would have lost, had he been back in his homeworld.) ]

Beautiful.

[Happily he complies, fingers entwined and resting on her stomach, chin resting on her shoulder so he can watch the sunset over her shoulder. Beautiful, she says, and he can't help but agree- and it applies to both the sunset and the company, a thought made tangible by a kiss on her bare skin, this time tender rather than intimately goading.]

Thank you for this... it's definitely a good birthday.

[It's already been a pleasant evening, and he's looking forward to spending the rest of the night with her.]

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