Hugtopia Contact Post (NSFW Edition)

[carbungle]

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[iustaegis]

[ 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.

[carbungle]

[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.]

[iustaegis]

[ 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.

[carbungle]

[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.]