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[armwriostle]

Moving all my overflow here for ease. I don't want to have to overflow a fourth time okay?

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[empaler]

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.

I'll wait for your strap forever winks.

[armwriostle]

[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.]

[empaler]

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.

[armwriostle]

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.