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[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.]

[ she knows how people tend to see her: too cold, too intimidating, and the fact that she has put men down for less likely doesn't help with that image either. but it's always been there, that softness, that gentleness; nurtured by the close friendship she had when she was younger, and continued to grow even after. she has little reason for it these days, just as she has few whom she would trust, but wriothesley has always been something of an exception.

she's slow to react to the kiss, as unexpected as it is, the feeling of his lips pressed against hers a foreign but not unwelcome feeling. something seizes in her chest and she surrenders to it, slipping her clean fingers into his hair to tug him down the rest of the way on top of her, tilting her head just enough to deepen the kiss. ]

[He easily lets himself be pulled back on top of her, straddling her lap and keeping her caged under strong, scarred thighs. He plants his hands beside her head as he kisses back. Fervent and hungry as he lets his tongue taste and explore as he pleases. She can probably taste herself on his tongue.

He breaks the kiss when he feels his lungs burn with want for more air, a smile ghosting against her lips.] Pleasure looks good on you, Clorinde. You should enjoy yourself more often.

[ he's warm and pleasantly broad against her, his weight a welcome one as he pins her against the mattress. it's easy to sink into the kiss, in the taste of her own pleasure on his lips and tongue; heat pools low in her belly once more despite having found release not too long ago. she idly recalls what he'd said earlier, about lines between a healthy sex life and him. she thinks she's beginning to understand now, what he'd meant. ]

I suppose I have you to thank for it. [ she tilts her head up to kiss him again, firm brief pecks to his lips, still caught up in the novelty of it. of being able to do so just because she can, just because she wants to. ] Is that an invitation?

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My partners only deserve the best. [A wink as he sits upright, though he doesn't make a move to get off her lap. He runs a hand through damp bangs as he seems fairly comfortable atop of her.

The man knows how to look like the very image of sin.]

That's up to you. I have no reason to say no. [He runs a finger over her bare shoulder playfully.] Especially to you.

I'm honored.

[ there's something about it — seeing him above her backlit by the soft glow of the room's lighting, bare and debauched that makes her heart stutter a little. it's a new perspective, one that she never quite entertained the notion of before, despite the time they've spent together in and out of work. she's sure wriothesley doesn't need her to tell him that he's charming and handsome, but she finds herself thinking it anyway, admiring the way the light cups his face, smoothing the sharper angles of it to make him appear younger and softer. it's a little unfair, she thinks; their compatibility in work was always undeniable, but it seems as if it may extend further than that.

her skin pebbles with goosebumps beneath the soft touch of his finger; she swallows briefly before propping herself up on an elbow, her other hand settling lightly on the scars stretching from his throat to his sternum. ]

... Tell me what you like. [ she follows the middle scar in reverse, fingertips ghosting over the raised skin to the dip in his collarbone. ] Something that you enjoy. Not what you think I will.

[ there isn't a need to specify, but she does so anyway. ]

[He shivers under her touch. Scar tissue typically is more sensitive than normal skin and Wriothesley has scars in spades. And well, the scars on his neck have always been somewhat sensitive. A sharp intake of breath and eyelashes flutters as he relishes the gently feeling of her fingers against his skin.

There's a feeling of being a little thrown just a bit off his game though. It isn't like she would be the first to ask him what he likes in bed, but it's different than with others. He can easily shift things away in the throes of passion with others. With Clorinde, there's a feeling of being pinned in place. That she expects an actual answer and not the way where he usually sidesteps a true and proper answer.

He shivers again for a completely different reason.] Ah, but what if I simply enjoy what you enjoy? [Deflecting.]

[ she's aware of them, the numerous scars on his body that are normally hidden beneath his clothing, symbols of the hardships he'd endured. clorinde has not had the desire to learn more of it back home, to push for more than what wriothesley has given her—admittedly, not much, but that's never bothered her. even now, as she smooths her touch over another scar, as she leans in to press her lips to it in tender exploration, she only finds herself wondering if anyone else has touched him in this way. if he has allowed anyone else to be close enough to do so. ]

Of course. [ light and easy, just like the fingers that reach up to slip into his hair, brushing back his bangs and scratching lightly along his scalp. ] But you know that's not what I asked.

[ there's another question there, hidden between the lines. trust is a luxury they rarely can afford, the price at times too steep. she can count on one hand the people that she'd willingly pay that price for, one of whom sits before her. she wonders if he could say the same. ]

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[Every lingering touch sears into him and leaves him with a burning need to feel more.

He laughs a little. The sound could almost be called shy even. Wriothesley was not great when it came to being the center of attention. Always avoided it. Usually, he wasn't like this when it came to sex, but something about Clorinde's gaze on him as she demanded for his pleasure.

He licks his lips as he holds her gaze, lets her eyes pin him into place, and-

Well, she won't take no for an answer, so he might as well give into her demands.] Let me ride you.

[ it's not what she initially expects, but at the same time, not so surprising. wriothesley is an attentive lover despite his aversion to the spotlight; it's much easier to play someone else's body than to call attention to his own. something softens in her expression, a fondness that she doesn't bother to hide as she cups his cheek, thumb smoothing over the arch of his cheekbone. ]

All right.

[ the kiss she leaves is tender but brief as she works her way out from beneath him. given the nature of the place, she has no doubt that there's something that would fit their needs. pulling open the top drawer of the cabinet next to the bed reveals a near full bottle of lube, the second housing a few harnesses with toys of varying sizes attached to them. ]

Pick one you like.

[If you told him that he'd be having sex with Clorinde at any point of his life, he'd think that they were having some psychotic break and send them to Sigewinne for evaluation. That there was no way that the two of them would lay together. Not because he doesn't think she'd be a wonderful lay. Clorinde had so much going for her and, well-

He felt she was definitely out of his league. He wouldn't say it out loud nor did he think he wasn't worth his own in a way. Just that she could do better instead settling for him.

But that's neither here nor there. He feels anxious energy thrum under his skin and his heart hammering in a way that makes it hard to swallow.

They were really doing this. Oh, and he was definitely a huge slut because-] The biggest one there is. [He sits on the bed, waiting, missing the press of their bodies already. The warmth of another was just nice, alright? And he knew he was touchstarved.]

[ 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.]

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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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closes my eyes

SMILES

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don't look at the timestamp

I'll wait for your strap forever winks.

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