[Because, oh, he plans to do this so many more times. He'll never get tired of it. He returns that kiss, deepening it. He's so used to quick, reckless tumbles, that taking it slow is hard, but he's at least vaguely aware that he needs to try. That this is important.
All the same, he feels some payback is needed for the lyrium licking. Fairs fair. So, smirking a little into the kiss, he moves one hand between them, cupping a breast, his thumb grazing over a nipple - slowly and deliberately. ]
[She moans softly against his lips, breaking the kiss just long enough to gasp his name before she takes a page out of his book and kisses along his jaw, finds the lyrium under his ear and nips there lightly.]
[Jove hisses and arches towards him, grabbing at the back of his head when she feels his teeth on her. That was entirely unexpected, but the briefest flash of pain has the pleasure she's been feeling up to then stand out even more brightly.
Which is, honestly, a double edged sword.]
If you keep doing things like that, though, I'm going to forget about the whole taking our time thing...
[Fenris repeats the action, slow and deliberate, before turning his head to face her again, giving a cluck of his tongue, smirk across his face, teasing. ]
[It comes out an incredibly pleased laugh as she pulls him up to kiss him, fingers tangled tight in his hair. She loves that he feels comfortable enough to joke in such an intimate moment, that he's smiling so much.
She loves him and she wants to show it, so after giving his lower lip a soft nip, she switches her hold to his hands and guides them to where the jumpsuit is riding low on her hips.]
Help me out of this the rest of the way, will you? Then we can see about making up minds
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[He chuckles, deep and rumbling. It's a sign how truly comfortable he is around her, to allow himself out of the protective shell he wears around so many people. She makes him feel safe, and he allows himself to drown in the feeling of absolute happiness that keeps washing over him, as he returns the kiss.]
I think I can manage that.
[He kisses her again, hands slipping down, grasping the jumpsuit and sliding it down and away, depositing it, rather unceremoniously, onto the floor. ]
[As he works her last bit of clothing off she moves her hands to the front of his pants, undoing the fastenings and then very slowly nudging them down his hips. If there's going to be a bad reaction, she expects it to be now, when one hand moves to feel him, fingertips brushing along his length.]
[A bad reaction is definitely something that she doesn't get. He lets out a low, heady groan, burying his face into the crook of her neck. His hips shift a little, towards her touch, wanting. ]
[She wraps her other arm around him to support him and can't help the way she answers his groan with a gasp of her own. She expected him to be perhaps a little more sensitive than usual, but to have such a strong reaction to such a light touch...
Her hand wraps around him lightly, working up and down with the same light touch. She can't see his face, but she can run her lips along his ear and whisper into it.]
[Danarius was very thorough with the lyrium infusion, it didn't help matters sometimes. He huffs out a chuckle, and when he speaks, he's hoarse with desire. ]
You can't tell? [He nips at her jaw, at her neck, down to her collarbone, lyrium flickering a little at her touch . ]
[But it's certainly not something she'll push him into saying. With the lyrium sparking against her hand, Jove feels an indescribably deep sense of sorrow that the tattoos are there as well. It's disgusting to her that someone could be so cruel in such a specific way and her arm tightens around Fenris a little more, undeniably protective. The idea of giving him any orders at all didn't sit well from the beginning, but now? It's unthinkable.
But he's hard and willing and has made it so clear he wants this, wants her, and the idea of his lyrium tattoos inside her while they're both so desperate to give each other pleasure is making it difficult to think straight.
Her hand moves a little faster along him, squeezes him a little tighter, and she leans back just enough to see his face.]
[He doesn't think about it. He can't think about it. It'll bring back the sort of memories he doesn't want here. He doesn't want that to taint what he has here, with her. This is something new, something that is theirs.
He lets out low moans at the action, his eyes finally focussed on her, dark and dilated, he wants her, absolutely and completely. He struggles to get the words out, they're halting and heady: ]
If you keep that up, this will be over unfortunately quickly.
[It's breathed out, in a huffy laugh, before his own hands move down to part her legs. One hand moves between them, thumb brushing across her clit, because two can play at that game.]
[She barely manages to get that out before Fenris' hand between her legs has her gasping, jerking her hips forward for more. She's wet already, worked up by the urgency and the knowledge that after all this time, there is no more waiting. He has her, she has him, and when she kisses him she does it softly.]
[Carefully, surprisingly so for his desperation, he slips inside her. He's slow and gentle at first, giving her time to get used to him, aware the lyrium will be a new challenge all of its own.]
[She has to hold onto his shoulders to stay upright, knees threatening to give out as the lyrium in his skin makes her feel like she's on fire in the most delicious way.]
O-oh, that's-
[She'd like to tell him exactly what it feels like, that it's better than anything else she's ever felt, to tell him she could never be anyone else again and mean it in every way. She could frame it as a joke, but he would know it would be true.
But all she can do is shudder against him, all thoughts except the ones about Fenris driven from her mind. Her hips arch and buck and she manages not to forget his own needs, nudging a leg between his to press against his cock.]
[His hands move around her, protective, keeping her stable and close. He presses kisses to her cheeks, to the corners of her mouth as he begins to move into a steady rhythm. This is something he never dreamt he'd truly experience, and he's going to make sure they both enjoy every minute of it.
Lyrium still aglow, he presses his thumb against her clit, rubbing it in time with the steady rocking of his hips. ]
[As much as she likes the idea of coming apart around his fingers, letting him feel just how good he's making her feel that way, she reaches down to still his wrist all the same.]
At this rate we're both going to finish before the fun part.
[She's breathless, can barely think to put her words in the right order to make the right sentence, but when she kisses him there's nothing confused about that.
It isn't a long kiss though. After teasing her tongue along his lips she pulls away and lays down properly on the bed, scooting up so her head is on his pillows, and she holds her arms out to him.]
Certainly not. We could always make it up on the second go, but I'd much rather get it right the first time.
[She loops her arms around him and slides her hands up and down his back, grateful for the moment to cool down just a little before the carry on. The feel of him stretched out against her, cool lyrium and warm skin brushing against her, it's something she'll never get enough of.]
[He kisses her back, before slowly slipping into her, letting out a low groan against her mouth as he does so. He pauses, for a moment, for her to get used to him, and more importantly, the lyrium. ]
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[Because, oh, he plans to do this so many more times. He'll never get tired of it. He returns that kiss, deepening it. He's so used to quick, reckless tumbles, that taking it slow is hard, but he's at least vaguely aware that he needs to try. That this is important.
All the same, he feels some payback is needed for the lyrium licking. Fairs fair. So, smirking a little into the kiss, he moves one hand between them, cupping a breast, his thumb grazing over a nipple - slowly and deliberately. ]
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You don't have to be that gentle.
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If that is what you wish.
[He drops his head, trailing kisses down to her breasts, before very slowly and deliberately rolling his teeth over a nipple. ]
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Which is, honestly, a double edged sword.]
If you keep doing things like that, though, I'm going to forget about the whole taking our time thing...
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Make up your mind.
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[It comes out an incredibly pleased laugh as she pulls him up to kiss him, fingers tangled tight in his hair. She loves that he feels comfortable enough to joke in such an intimate moment, that he's smiling so much.
She loves him and she wants to show it, so after giving his lower lip a soft nip, she switches her hold to his hands and guides them to where the jumpsuit is riding low on her hips.]
Help me out of this the rest of the way, will you? Then we can see about making up minds
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I think I can manage that.
[He kisses her again, hands slipping down, grasping the jumpsuit and sliding it down and away, depositing it, rather unceremoniously, onto the floor. ]
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Her hand wraps around him lightly, working up and down with the same light touch. She can't see his face, but she can run her lips along his ear and whisper into it.]
Does that feel good?
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You can't tell? [He nips at her jaw, at her neck, down to her collarbone, lyrium flickering a little at her touch . ]
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[But it's certainly not something she'll push him into saying. With the lyrium sparking against her hand, Jove feels an indescribably deep sense of sorrow that the tattoos are there as well. It's disgusting to her that someone could be so cruel in such a specific way and her arm tightens around Fenris a little more, undeniably protective. The idea of giving him any orders at all didn't sit well from the beginning, but now? It's unthinkable.
But he's hard and willing and has made it so clear he wants this, wants her, and the idea of his lyrium tattoos inside her while they're both so desperate to give each other pleasure is making it difficult to think straight.
Her hand moves a little faster along him, squeezes him a little tighter, and she leans back just enough to see his face.]
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[He doesn't think about it. He can't think about it. It'll bring back the sort of memories he doesn't want here. He doesn't want that to taint what he has here, with her. This is something new, something that is theirs.
He lets out low moans at the action, his eyes finally focussed on her, dark and dilated, he wants her, absolutely and completely. He struggles to get the words out, they're halting and heady: ]
If you keep that up, this will be over unfortunately quickly.
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You'd better do something about that, then.
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[It's breathed out, in a huffy laugh, before his own hands move down to part her legs. One hand moves between them, thumb brushing across her clit, because two can play at that game.]
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[She barely manages to get that out before Fenris' hand between her legs has her gasping, jerking her hips forward for more. She's wet already, worked up by the urgency and the knowledge that after all this time, there is no more waiting. He has her, she has him, and when she kisses him she does it softly.]
I love you, Fenris.
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And I, you.
[Carefully, surprisingly so for his desperation, he slips inside her. He's slow and gentle at first, giving her time to get used to him, aware the lyrium will be a new challenge all of its own.]
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O-oh, that's-
[She'd like to tell him exactly what it feels like, that it's better than anything else she's ever felt, to tell him she could never be anyone else again and mean it in every way. She could frame it as a joke, but he would know it would be true.
But all she can do is shudder against him, all thoughts except the ones about Fenris driven from her mind. Her hips arch and buck and she manages not to forget his own needs, nudging a leg between his to press against his cock.]
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Lyrium still aglow, he presses his thumb against her clit, rubbing it in time with the steady rocking of his hips. ]
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At this rate we're both going to finish before the fun part.
[She's breathless, can barely think to put her words in the right order to make the right sentence, but when she kisses him there's nothing confused about that.
It isn't a long kiss though. After teasing her tongue along his lips she pulls away and lays down properly on the bed, scooting up so her head is on his pillows, and she holds her arms out to him.]
Come here.
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[He moves up the bed to her, leaning in for another kiss, resting his knees on either side of her. ]
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[She loops her arms around him and slides her hands up and down his back, grateful for the moment to cool down just a little before the carry on. The feel of him stretched out against her, cool lyrium and warm skin brushing against her, it's something she'll never get enough of.]
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[He kisses the corner of her mouth, one hand brushing though her hair, gentle, waiting for her to give the okay to continue. ]
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You won't hurt me, so don't worry about holding back.
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[He kisses her back, before slowly slipping into her, letting out a low groan against her mouth as he does so. He pauses, for a moment, for her to get used to him, and more importantly, the lyrium. ]
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