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[Just because he likes it doesn't mean it isn't bullying??? They are not mutually exclusive!!!

Archons, Clorinde is really trying to kill right now. He doesn't know what's more maddening. Being called by his title and then being called a good boy again or the fingers on his cock teasing him so. The answer is yes, but he lifts a hand to his face. The flush travels down his neck and he lets out a strangled noise.]

You can't just- [He doesn't even know what he was going to say at this point. What comes out is a muffled groan.]

[ he can likely feel her smile at that strangled noise, carefully suckling at the head like she would a lollipop. she takes her time getting accustomed to his taste and size, working her way lower and wrapping her fingers around whatever she can't immediately fit in her mouth. but the weight of him on her tongue feels nice, the texture of his skin a pleasing contrast to how hard he is as she swallows around him. ]

Can't what? [ she murmurs against him when she pulls up for air, pressing a line of kisses down his cock to the base. she follows the path in reverse with her tongue afterwards, glancing up at him through her lashes. ] Does it feel good?

[His hips stutter just a bit and the hand on the med fists the sheets tightly. He doesn’t buck into her mouth. Either he’s trying to control himself because he feels the need to or because he is trying to be a good boy so to speak. Either way, the pleasure he’s feeling is quite wonderful.

He chews on his bottom lip as he watches a Lori die practically worship his cock. Oh, he’s so fucked.] Fuck.

[His cock was dripping precome and all that teasing and wolfish grins was being pulled from him and leaving something more raw.] It feels amazing.

[ such restraint; he really is such a good boy. she wasn't expecting the wetness, but it makes the slide of her lips down his cock easier, hallowing her cheeks a little as she goes. she gets past halfway, closing her eyes when he nudges against the back of her mouth, breathing slowly through her nose. he fills her mouth so completely that she can't help but imagine how he'd feel inside her, reaching deeper than her own fingers ever could. it makes arousal flare low in her stomach, shifting a little on her knees subconsciously to seek friction that isn't there.

but she can wait. she's determined to have him come in her mouth first, doubling down on her efforts and swirling her tongue around the tip. she wants to watch him unravel beneath her touch, to see him come undone. she can only imagine the sounds he'd make and what he'd look like; if it's anything close to what he looks and sounds like now, she doesn't think she'd be able to last very long herself. ]

[He bites down on the back of his hand to try and stifle the embarrassing keen that escapes the back of his throat. If he bleeds a little, it's fine. He widens his stance as though there's reason for him to give her room. It's probably an action of some kind he can do without straight up rocking his hips into Clorinde's mouth.

He didn't think her to be inexperienced, but she's also much better than he thought. Maybe it really has been a long time since he has been with another person. Wriothesley can feel something coil in the pit of his stomach everytime that sinful tongue swirls the head of his cock. Maddening.]

[ he spreads his legs wider and clorinde finds herself smiling again, spreading her own knees to rock her hips against the bed, lightly grinding her pelvis down against the carpeted floor just to take the edge off. it's been a long time since she'd done this, but wriothesley's reactions make it easy to figure out, flicking the tip of her tongue against the slit as she tightens her lips around him. ]

So good for me. [ her free hand digs fingers into the meat of his thigh, her voice rougher now as she catches her breath. ] You can let go. No need to hold back.

[ the next time she takes him into her mouth, she sinks down as far as she can go, the head of his cock bumping into her throat as she hums around him. ]

[There is something so arousing about being told he's being good for the other. Yes, he's being good. He wants to be good for her. The praise makes his cock twitch and he lets out a shuddering noise in the back of his throat as he still clings to his mental facilities as much as possible. Wriothesley's grip on control is an iron grip.

That doesn't mean he is infallible though. He can't help but rock his hips into such inviting warmth. Not when Clorinde takes him so well like that. His moan is shameless and loud as he throws his head back.]

[ how sweet, the eager way in which he soaks up the praise, the way it makes his control slip. he's a sight to behold, all the little sounds he makes going straight to her core as she swallows him down, the fingers curled around the base of his cock sliding lower. they dip past his balls, smoothing over his perineum with a light, exploratory touch.

she's never wished more to be in two places at once, admiring the line of his neck and the scars running down his throat. she wants to sink her teeth into him, moving with the roll of his hips to avoid losing momentum, a line of precome and spit leaking from the corner of her mouth to drip onto the sheets. ]

[He shouts as his toes curl and his grip on the sheets are so tight it's a surprise he hasn't actually torn them.] Clorinde! [He obviously enjoyed that quite a bit with the way he says her name like a prayer and his cock leaking even more.

He wasn't going to last much longer.] H-Hey- I-

[ oh, that's a sweet reaction. her chuckle comes out as an amused huff, muffled by his cock as she rubs the pad of her finger down and over his puckered hole briefly. she doesn't press further, unprepared as they are currently, but it's something to think about later, perhaps. she wonders if he'd like that, or if he's the type of man who only does the taking.

in any case, she pulls back until just the head of him remains in her mouth, looking up at his face. she raises a brow at what he says, something expectant in her gaze as if to say, what are you waiting for? ]

[His body can only hopelessly react to her touches, his hole fluttering and clenching on nothing as her fingers glides right over it. She was playing him like a fiddle, and he had zero complaints about it all with how he lets out a pleased groan.

Her gaze is enough for him to let go for a moment. An arch of his back as he comes into her mouth with a moan. He rocks his hips until he completely rides out his orgasm.]

[ she was expecting it, but the first pulse still takes her by surprise, swallowing quickly to avoid choking on him. the taste leaves something to be desired, but it's easy to ignore that in favor of watching his reaction—the beautiful arch of his back and the low timbre of his voice as he comes; the way his hole clenches against her finger a subtle tease of what could have been. wriothesley wears pleasure well, artfully disheveled, debauched in a way that makes her want to hold him close and consume him at the same time.

if this is what his bedfellows see, she understands now, what he meant by the lines between him and a healthy sex life. a single night wouldn't be enough.

she works him through his orgasm, gentling her touches until she can pull away with one last lick to the tip. her lips shine wetly with spit and his spend, some of it having dribbled down her chin when she couldn't swallow quickly enough, and she wipes it away with her fingers before licking it off. eventually, she leans in to check on him, running the clean fingers from her other hand through his bangs. ]

How are you feeling?

[He ends up collapsing onto the bed, the strength in his arms giving out after a toe curling orgasm. He doesn't answer Clorinde right away, taking a moment for him to catch his breath. After a moment, he offers her a lazy grin from where he was lying. The man definitely looks like he's in quite a blissful state.]

Like a million mora.

[Those legs spread wide wrap around her waist and tug her close. A slight tilt of his head.] Shouldn't I be asking you that? Surely this was not enough for you. [Even in the throes of passion, he was still sharp. The way she moved was not lost on him.]

It would be a disservice to you and embarrassing for me not to attend to your needs. [Eager to please.]

Not quite, no. But it was very... compelling.

[ she doesn't fight his pull, shimmying out of her trousers and underwear as she goes. she settles on top of him, the tease of his softened cock against her wet center dragging out a sigh, though that could likely be contributed to the feeling of his bare skin against hers. ]

Don't push yourself. [ there's amusement in her tone, warm and fond. she takes her time looking her fill, as if memorizing the flush on his face and the relaxed sprawl of his frame; the lazy grin that shouldn't look so charming on a warden of all people. very compelling, indeed. ] I'm in no rush.

Even if you were, I'm not exactly going to be raring to go for a bit. Even I got a refractory period. [Case and point. He shudders as she rubs against his cock. It's pleasant yet not, a little too overstimulated to completely enjoy it. Then again, he would enjoy being bullied into overstimulation, but he doesn't think that's her aim anyways.

His hands find her waist though and gives her a wolfish little grin.]

Sit on my face. [Ever so brazen.]

I suppose we all need something to keep us humble.

[ he would enjoy that, wouldn't he? she could if he wanted to, dragging the pleasure out and coaxing him over the edge again and again until it becomes too much. he makes it surprisingly easy to bully in that sense, so eager to please, so eager to be good. never did she expect he'd be like this in the bedroom, but it's a pleasant surprise that she's glad she was able to discover. ]

An insatiable appetite. [ she clicks her tongue, but the smile on her face betrays how much she's into it. ] Was the food earlier not enough, Your Grace?

[ she sits up, shifting up his body until she's poised above his mouth, removing her bra and leaving her completely bare to him. she'd been content to wait, but the idea of sitting on him like that is more than a little tempting, the prospect of having his mouth on her eliciting another flare of arousal; if she wasn't already slick between her thighs, she would be now. she's sure he can see it, with how close he is to her. ]

Are you saying that I'm not a humble guy? Ouch. [Wriothesley acts mock hurt at her words.

Still, he obviously doesn't need to directly feel pleasure to enjoy himself. If anything, Wriothesley was probably thinking about his partner's pleasure to the point of forgetting his own. He enjoyed his partners lost in bliss. He wanted to see them climax by his hand.

His pleasure was secondary.

He laughs.] Do you even have to ask? The food we ate earlier is a pale comparison to you. [Honeyed, sweet words that are still uttered with utmost honesty. A quiet worship of the woman hovering above him. That tongue is more than just for sweet talk. He guides her down with his hands, his tongue lapping up some of the slick she produce and filling the room with wet, slurping sounds.]

You haven't had a taste yet.

[ it would easily be mistaken for flattery, and while she would have before, she hears the truth behind his words now. it makes her skin burn in the sweetest way, the flush spreading down to her chest as he brings her closer. the first brush of his breath against her has her stuttering on an exhale, a precursor to his tongue dragging a strangled sound out of her.

her hands immediately sink into his hair, shuddering above him, and it's a good thing he's still holding on to her or she thinks she would have pitched forward entirely. she hardly registers the slick sound of his mouth over the blood rushing in her ears and her own ragged breathing, but perhaps that's for the best, unable to help the small roll of her hips down to seek more contact, more warmth. ]

I know quality when I see it.

[His grip on her is firm, but isn't so constricting she can't move as she pleases. If anything, the man probably wants nothing more than her to chase her pleasure. Her enjoyment right now was his priority and he would be a fool to try and control Clorinde of all people.

He presses his tongue between the lips, but doesn't push his tongue through her opening yet. Instead, he merely runs his tongue up until he can tease her clitoris with the tip of his tongue. He is enough of a gentleman, not to just shove anything in right on the get go and maybe he wants to work her up a bit.]

[ the slick slide of his tongue forces a ragged gasp out of her that turns into a moan at the teasing nudge against her clit, close but not quite to where she's aching for it. but it feels just as good—she's already sensitive from watching him earlier and it's been a long time since she's last indulged in this: softer moans intermingled with hitched breaths for every pass of his tongue, her head tipping back in pleasure to expose the long line of her neck.

it's too much and not enough. her fingers curl into his hair tighter, holding him in place as she grinds down against his lips and tongue, mindful of how much pressure she exerts but taking that invitation to chase what she wants. his name is a soft sigh that gets lost in the room, already rapidly approaching the edge. ]

[Hearing his name said in such a way by Clorinde of all people gets a wonderful shiver out of him. There's just something so arousing to get the Champion Duelist to react in such a way that he definitely was not taking for granted.

Look, if she suffocated him right now, this would not be a bad way to go, he thinks.

But he'll tease her a little less. Instead, he slowly starts to press his tongue inside and pass her lips, tasting slick on his tongue as he pushes slowly passed her entrance and inside. His hands slide down her waist to grip at her thighs, fingers splaying across her inner thighs.]

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[ listen, if he keeps it up, she just might.

for now, there's a low groan once his tongue slowly breaches her entrance, circling her hips against his mouth as she rocks against his face. her breath stutters out of her at the stretch of it, fingers clawing into his hair in a bid to anchor herself to something just as her thighs flex against his grip.

it's the only warning either of them get as her orgasm takes her by surprise, even if she'd felt it approaching since he first put his mouth on her — a shock of ice in its suddenness, only to thaw quickly to wash over her warmly. she feels her body flush from head to toe, closing her eyes to the bright blue of his eyes staring up at her and likely through her. she'd forgotten what it was like, this kind of indulgence; the added layer of intimacy borne from placing herself in the hands of someone she trusts. it's almost humbling in its intensity, and she just barely remembers to lift herself up and off of him to flop onto the bed beside him with a shaky huff. ]

[He'd thank her. Thanks for suffocating him with your thighs and pussy. It was the best way to go.

He moans in response, as she rocks her hips, the wet slide against his mouth. He feels his cock twitch, hearing the sweet sounds of her moans and the way she chases her pleasure as she pleases.

There's something so very hot when he feels her shudder through her orgasm. He feels it in her thighs framing his head and tastes it on his tongue as slick fills his mouth. It is divine, honestly. He sits up, licking his lips, not at all bothered by the mess of her spend on his face.] I appreciate the meal. [Hate this guy.]

[ one eye opens when he sits up and then closes again at his response, something reluctantly amused in her expression. he looks entirely too pleased with himself, but given that she's still buzzing from her orgasm, she supposes he's earned it. even if she won't admit as much out loud. ]

Who knew His Grace was a messy eater.

[ there's a flush on her cheeks that she hopes he'll assume is a result from coming as hard as she did and not from the sight of him licking her spend from his lips. when she opens her eyes again, she reaches up to brush some of that off the lower half of his face with her fingers, smoothing them carefully over his chin and jaw. some of that softness from earlier returns to her expression, made easier in the afterglow, and she finds herself once again thankful that he is the one here with her in this moment. ]

[He just laughs at her response. Honestly, he expected nothing less as soon as the words left his mouth. It wouldn't be the first time his words weren't on the edge of inappropriate if not flat out.

What really pins in his place is the softness of her stare and the gentleness of her touch. Wriothesley only ever looked at sex as a physical thing. Feelings was too messy and his relationship with it was poor, so what is he supposed to do when she looks at him like that.

Well, apparently kiss her. He leans down to press his lips to hers.]

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crawls back here 2 weeks later

KISSES YOU

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closes my eyes at the date

Time is fake don't worry.

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