[ 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. ]
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.) ]
[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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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. ]
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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.]
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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.
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....
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.]
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...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.
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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.]