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[ it actually gets a chuckle out of her, something brief that bubbles up almost unbidden, warm with just a hint of incredulity that she can't quite put her finger on why. maybe it's his sudden shyness despite what they've been doing up till now; the juxtaposition of it against his request of the biggest one. it's cute, almost sweet, in a way. clorinde has never taken someone in this way before, but whatever hesitation she may have had is soothed by his eagerness as she plucks one from the pile. ]

Come. [ she beckons him closer from her spot further up the bed, sliding a hand back up his torso to pause in the center of his chest, giving a gentle nudge for him to settle on his back. she gives in to the desire to kiss him again, to nose gently along his jaw to his earlobe. ] If we're to continue, I have a request.

[Don't laugh at him??? He feels his skin grow hotter, his flush traveling down the back of his neck and to his ears. Look, you cannot blame him from getting a little flustered. It's so much easier to ask a random stranger to fuck his brains out than it is to ask Clorinde to fuck his brains out.

And it's not just shyness that flows through his blood. He's excited. Incredibly so.

Also, easy.

Wriothesley almost moves immediately at her beckon, like a dog on a leash. Completely pliant as he falls onto his back. No resistance as he kisses back as though famished.] Y-Yeah? What's that? [He doesn't care about the way his voice cracks a little. How hoarse he suddenly sounds. His attention is focused on her.]

[ she can't help it? he's being so good, and the easy way he responds just adds to the charm, incongruous to the way he carried himself earlier. it's a side to him she hasn't seen yet, but one that she enjoys all the same. it stirs something within her, a desire to consume that wars with her desire to hold him close.

she breaks the kiss with a light peck, propping herself up on one arm to look at him. ]

I know you told me the safe word earlier. [ she brushes his hair back with her fingers, lightly combing through it to maintain that gentle contact. ] But I'd like you to communicate with me. If I'm doing something that you don't like, whether or not it causes you discomfort. Or if you'd like me to keep doing it.

[ she knows he's aware she's never done this before. and while they both know neither of them are ignorant enough to ignore the signs, she likes the reassurance anyway. ]

Will you do that for me?

[There are things that Wriothesley never really has the luxury of. Showing any vulnerabilities of some kind in public wasn't possible. In the privacy of this room with just the two of them, he feels like he doesn't quite have to put up his best in front of her.

He can relax. Even if he can't completely let himself fall in her hands, he can easily go along with her whims like this. The gentle, sweet touches help a lot. If there was something he was so utterly weak to, it was touches like this. His eyes flutter closed as he tilts his hand into her hair. A gentle exhale.] Of course.

[Wriothesley is a little surprised. He had expected her to have a few lovers. If not men, then there were surely women who would love to lay with the Champion Duelist. It doesn't matter though. He knew what he liked and if she needed a guiding hand, then how could he say no?] I want this to be good for both of us.

[ she'd never entertained the idea of taking a lover beyond the first few times not too long into her career. given the nature of her work, a suitable partner isn't so easy to find and clorinde is aware of how others see her. she is professional to the point of being cold, and that generally does not make an inviting presence.

but this is wriothesley, who has always seemed to understand her where others do not. ]

I want to be good for you. [ vulnerability often comes at too great a cost. but here, in the quiet of this room, she savors it much like she does the way he leans into her touch. ] As you've been for me.

[ clorinde has always made good on her word and she intends to do the same. slicking her fingers with the lube, she warms it up before touching him, continuing that gentle exploratory touch from earlier when she had his cock in her mouth. fingers dip down along his perineum to rub over his hole just as she leans back in to kiss him again. ]

You make it sound like you haven't been. I could eat you out again and it would not be any less enjoyable for me. [Really, Clorinde is gorgeous just if he was thinking about her on a surface level. Knowing that she is so much more than just a beautiful face with a good body just makes him all the more wild to enjoy it all.

And he wants her as satisfied as he is.

Wriothesley is nothing short of shameless as he spreads his legs wide and inviting for her, his kiss in return is hungry and wanting. He clenches and unclenches as though begging for her fingers with them teasing his entrance.]

[ there's an honesty to his eagerness that charms her, makes her feel impossibly fond, exquisite in its rarity. she answers it by dipping her finger into the puckered opening, taking her time to work into the tight clutch of his body, unhurried and indulgent. ]

Of course it wouldn't. [ she breathes into his mouth between kisses, lets her teeth sink into the plush of his lower lip just to feel the give of it before soothing it over with a brush of tongue. ] You'd live between my thighs, if given the opportunity.

[ her finger sinks in to the first knuckle, giving him a moment to adjust as she trails her lips down to mouth at his throat. ]

But I'd like for you to let me give you this, and I'd like for you to simply take it.

[He writhes under her touch with a shaky breath as he feels her fingers sink into him. A flutter of eyelashes but the grin still lingers on his lips.]

You would deny me a good time, though. I'm a Cryo user you know. I need to keep my ears warm somehow. [Ever so shameless in his words. Oh, would he love that, honestly. Clorinde has strong thighs and a body worth worshipping.

He laps at her lips with his tongue and sucks on her bottom lip playfully as he rocks his hips to feel the slide of her finger inside him. A pleased sigh escapes his mouth.] Is that an order? I'm no good at keeping still. You know how I am.

You'd find a way.

[ another slick finger slides in next to the first, just as unhurried as she works it into him, carefully spreading them out once they've been buried to the second knuckle. her free hand wanders, smoothing down his side to curl over a hip, tracking each undulation of his body down against her fingers. it's heady, how responsive he is; a part of her is grateful that he's at least more forthright here. a guiding hand takes many forms, even one that may be unintentional. ]

I do. And know that you will. [ her hand leaves his hip to wrap around his cock instead, keeping her touch light. ] You'll be good, won't you.

[He instinctively clenches around the foreign digits before relaxing. A slight writhe of his body and a soft exhale as he takes the slight stretch and burn of being spread open without too much fuss.]

You mean you wouldn't warm me if I asked?

[Cheeky little shit.

Even if he finds himself eating those words a little with the way he arches his back with a quiet noise in the back of his throat. The hand on his cock is heavenly, but what really drives him crazy is her words. You'll be good, won't you. It rings in his ears and sinks in his mind.

A part of him wants to rebel. To be a little difficult. A little bratty. The other part of him wants the praise. Oh, it wants it so bad.] Just for you... [Said a little breathlessly.]

I'd consider it.

[ so cheeky, but that's part of the charm. she takes comfort in it — the light teasing, the ease of their back and forth even in a context that is unfamiliar to them. it feels oddly reassuring to know that some things won't change despite the lines they've already crossed, and whatever lingering doubts she may have had are quieted as she swipes the pad of her thumb over the head of his cock, dragging the precum gathered there down the length of him.

they've already established that he has much more experience than she does in this area, but she had expected a little more resistance than this. not that she's complaining by any means; the third finger slots in quicker than the previous two, a small crack in that endless patience that she's known for. ]

That's right. [ no one can blame her, really. not with how prettily he arches his back, baring his neck and the rest of his scars to her. she presses her mouth to the middle one, lips parted around the bob of his throat just to feel the hum of his voice beneath skin. ] For me.

Ouch. Hard crowd.

[Wriothesley is nothing, if not responsive as he lets out a breathless little moan. His hips stutter, body wanting to thrust into her hand or to take her fingers in deeper. Eyelashes flutter as he clenches around them, enjoying the feeling of being filled by those wonderful digits. Even if it were little quicker than the others, he doesn't seem bothered, enjoying the slight sting and ache as he's stretched open.]

Clorinde. [His voice is a little hoarse as he utters her name. Her mouth on his skin sets him alight and he finds himself craving to feel the sting of a bite; enamel against skin.] More, give me more.

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don't look at the timestamp

I'll wait for your strap forever winks.

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