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[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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