Rin leaned against the door to her former room, now given to Zerah. She bites her lip, grinning wolfishly.
"We'll break in your new bed. I'll give you time to pack your things--don't take too long." She had said. Her grin falls to something softer as she makes her way to the bed.
It's not that she's never made a bold move before, but usually she wasn't the one to initiate it, instead taking the lead and cues of her partners. Certainly she's never done this before--she barely knows Zerah and she was never one to desire...well, people she's only just met. She knows it's not unusual, people will have flings after a far shorter introduction than a week, but not her; even if it was a possibility before now, she never wanted it. And yet.
And yet she wants him. More than that, she yearns for him. It's not lust, not really, but it is need. Deep, deep need. To reach out, to touch, to know and understand everything there is to know about him. She knows so little, and it's not enough. She chews her lip pensively between her teeth. The facts she knows about him she could count on her hands.
1) He's one of two twin sons of a very rich, very influential noble family and seems to feel very strongly and very conflicted about said family
3)He hates grime (he'd jump head first into it for those he cares for)
4)He owns and runs a book shop, bought at 16
5)He's some kind of prodigal son, anointed a prophet when he was only 12 (He wears self-sacrifice like a heavy cloak, she wonders if one day she could rip it off)
6)He can speak Infernal fluently
7)He's definitely addicted to coffee
8)He's kind--incredibly, magnetizingly kind
9)He is a very good negotiator and he is fiercely devoted to fairness in a way that is very hot to watch manifest in real time
She huffs out a small laugh, smile tugging at her lips again. He kissed her--after what was probably (definitely) an...unusual approach to admitting she desperately, intimately wants to get to know him. In a flurry of sheer, overwhelming feeling she had climbed into the tower-room and rattled off at him, half nerves but all conviction and hoping more than anything that what came across was how much she wants him, how he came into her life like a light after the bitterest of storms, how badly she wants to see where this all may go and she didn't care if it was through sex or anything else because he was just such a damn blessing in her life but also she very much wanted to kiss him, and touch him, and do some very physical things with him if he wanted that, too. And he had stood there, listening patiently. And then he kissed her. He kissed her. And it was soft, and gentle, and so sure-footed and confident and by the gods was it hot. And she asked if he would want to do more than kiss, and with eyes so vulnerable, and so open, he hesitated before he said yes admitting he's never done it before. But he wanted to. He wants to, he trusts her with this; she feels all at once like she's been given his heart in her hands and all she wants to do is cradle it and hold it close, to hold him and protect him from whatever forces in the world put that look on his face, the hesitation and the held-in breath, and made him feel that she'd ever be disappointed with being given the version of him that he is. She asked if it's what he really wanted--at least, she thinks she asked for explicit consent. She'll ask again, she'll always ask again--and he said yes. So she told him they'd be switching rooms (because really, of the two of them it made no sense to put the elf who almost never sleeps in beds and is more comfortable sleeping on solid ground in the more traditional bedroom) and to pack his things, and to meet her in what is now only formally her room. What will be the room they'll share tonight, and his room thereafter. And maybe theirs again, someday. She has no expectations, as she told him in the tower. (She is her father's daughter. Her father was a romantic).
A light rap on the door draws her attention, and she lets out a small laugh as she says "Come in." Zerah opens the door, looking for all the world like he was trying to tip-toe around somewhere he felt he shouldn't be, or like he was trying not to spook an animal.
"You know, this is your room now, you don't actually need my permission to come in, and even that aside I did invite you openly."
"I...yes. True." He says sheepishly as he closes the door gently behind him. "Still. Seemed polite." She laughs a little again as she rises, crossing over to him and places a hand on his chest. He takes a sharp breath in, and she can feel his pulse even through the thick brocade of his shirt.
"I think we can set politeness aside." She says, running the collar of his shirt between her fingers and looking up at him with intent. He flushes a bright red, looking askance. He's so shy, and buttoned up. The confidence he showed in the tower, that first decisive kiss, seems to have given way to something much more timid, hesitant. She wonders where his boldness then came from. She has a feeling she knows where his modest sensibilities comes from now. Prodigal son of nobility. I hope we can unravel that training of yours.
"Fair point." He mumbles, and she lifts a hand to his face, resting her palm against his cheek. He looks at her then and she kisses him sweetly on the lips, without pressure. He leans into the kiss but does not deepen it, the touch of his lips featherlight and seeming slightly unsure. Lack of desire, or lack of experience? She looks at him searchingly, and he gazes at her in turn, lip pulled between his teeth and eyes a mixed storm of emotions that swirl around each other too quickly for her to properly parse.
"We don't have to do any one thing, Zerah. I told you upstairs that I don't have any expectation for you, and I was being honest. Even having known you a little while is a gift to me. However you want to be in my life, if you want to be in my life, is extra."
"I want to! Really, I do...I..." He chews on his lip for a moment then, taking in a deep breath, says again "I want this. I want...I want to do this for you."
"You're already enough for me as--"
"I know! I know. I...we could be more, though. I want...I want to do more, for you. I want to do this for-- with you. I want to...I need..." His face flushes darker as he chokes on his words, eyes scanning her up and down before he clears his throat, charmingly flustered. Inexperienced. Not lack of desire, it seems.
"To touch me?" Her hand, which had dropped to her side, crawls back to play with his lapel. "To be touched, by me?" He swallows, nodding lightly and looking a bit like he wants to pass out.
"Yes. Yes. All of it. Yes."
"Okay." She replies coyily. "I think I just may be able to fulfill that wish. If you want that."
"I want." He says in a rush. "Yes." She moves to the buttons on his collar, hand poised to undo them but taking no action as she looks at him once more with intent. He nods lightly as he returns her gaze.
"With your words please, darling."
"Y-yes. Yes, the buttons are. Fine. To undo." She begins the process slow, undoing the first four buttons and slipping a hand underneath his collar, wrapping her hand around to the back of his neck. She pulls him in for another kiss, running her fingers up to tangle at the hair at the base and weaving into the beginnings of his bun, massaging and tugging slightly at his hair. He lets out a surprised moan, and she smiles against his lips as she licks into his mouth. He makes a sudden noise and she feels him tense slightly.She pauses, pulling away.
"Yeah, just...Surprised. Is all. Never..." He waves a hand vaguely in the air. "Yknow." She hums.
"We'll go slower." She says. "But we should maybe get more comfortable." He's pinned against the door, hands braced awkwardly behind him, and the look he's giving her is a mix between cornered animal and something like desire, but heavier. She'd like to at least sweep out the former. She leans up close to his ear, murmuring "Go get on the bed, darling," letting go of his neck and stepping back slightly to give him room. He sucks in a breath, nodding faintly with a "Yeah, okay" as he does what she says. She watches as he walks the short distance over and turns around to face her, pausing briefly, wide eyes firmly fixed on her before sitting down on the edge of the bed with hands bracing once more behind him on the plush comforter. He's leaning back against his hands on the bed but his breath is bated, his face still a wild array of emotion, with anticipation added to the mix now. She gives him a small smile. "Further up against the headboards, please." She says. He nods again, and she walks over to the bed as he delicately but quickly adjusts. When he's positioned as she asked, she gets up on the bed herself, knees making divots in the mattress as she straddles him. She leans in for another kiss, lighter this time as her hands settle on his cheeks, thumbs placed just beneath his jaw. His cheeks are hot, much hotter than she'd expect even with the deep flush that's coloring them--a heat she noticed earlier when she touched his neck, too. She places a kiss, half-instinct, to his temple, murmuring "You're warm." She frowns, looking at him. "We've been running around like crazy this week, are you getting sick?"
"Ah, no that's...'s an Aasimar thing." He replies, and there's a casualness to the way he says it that feels calculated, and he isn't meeting her gaze as he talks about it.
"I don't mind." She says reassuringly. "Though in my limited experience with other Aasimars it's never come up."
"Yeah it's...A family trait." He says carefully. She hums.
"As long as you're okay." She replies. "I'd hate for this to night to end with both of us sick." He lets out a small laugh but it feels a little strained and she debates pressing further, but he's avoiding looking at her and starting to become pensive and, well. There's a certain stress-relief she can give them both right now, and after the week they've both had... There's plenty of time to talk later. When he's...Looser. She gives him a kiss on the cheek, then once more on the lips, closed-mouthed and sweet as her hands run up to his hair again. He sighs against her mouth, tension slightly lessening as her fingers lightly massage his scalp.
"Can I take this down?" She murmurs against his lips. He gives a quiet "Yes" and she pulls away to start undoing the very intricate styling of his bun. It feels like a ritual, the pulling of pins one by one, hairs falling in a slow cascade down his face and towards his neck as she loosens each strand, placing each loosened pin gently on the nightstand at the side of the bed as she goes. She accentuates the ministrations of her hands with kisses to his crown, his cheek, his lips, down his neck, and his eyes close on a sigh as her task goes on. The final pin is placed on the nightstand with a sealing kiss to his lips, and her hands run through his now freed hair, tugging lightly which elicits another very pretty moan. She's quickly starting to like that sound, quite a lot.
"Should I do yours?" He says breathlessly when they part. He looks almost completely slack now, eyes half lidded and voice low.
"If you did mine we'd have more hair than space on the bed." She laughs. He gives her a quizzical look. "It's long. Best kept up for, ah...flexibility, here. Don't want it in the way." He hums his assent, and she places a kiss to his jaw, then back to his lips.
"Follow my lead, darling." She murmurs against him. "We'll take it slow." She once more kisses him, biting at his lower lip and licking over where she bit for permission. He takes her cue, opening his mouth to her and she licks inside. He tastes like coffee first, but as she sets the pace there's an undercurrent of smoke and a feeling like sunlight warming against skin. He becomes bolder, mirroring the movements of her tongue with his own, and she finds herself pressing closer, body rising slightly for leverage as her fingers run up his hair to his scalp and gives a pull. He lets out a surprised sound but doesn't break, his hands drifting, featherlight, first down her arms and then to her waist, stopping just short of holding her.
"You can touch me back." She says when they break for air, her forehead resting against his as they pant in tandem. He swallows dryly, eyes going wide as he nods.
"Y-yeah. Yes. Okay." He places his hands on her waist. It's charmingly gentlemanly.
"Good." She says. "Follow your instincts, Zerah. They won't be wrong. I trust you." He gives her a stricken look she can barely register as she pulls him into another kiss, her hands moving to his cheeks again as his grip on her waist tightens, which sends a thrill to her stomach and she makes an encouraging noise against his mouth. She moves to kiss down his neck, watching his face as she does so--he remains relaxed, and so she retraces her trail, this time beginning to nip lightly at his skin. It's soft between her teeth, and his breath stutters when she moves to a spot at the base just above his collarbone, the hands on her waist shifting her incrementally closer with a instinctual, sudden push forward. She smiles and hums, biting harder at the spot and sucking at the skin there which makes him moan breathily. She continues to bite and suck a steady trail along his neck, spending extra time at spots that elicit the most sound out of him, marking those spots with sharper, teething bites and the laving of her tongue which only makes him moan louder, lightly gripping the back of her sweater in his hands and pressing her ever-closer. She's not sure he realizes he's doing it, she hopes he doesn't stop.
She begins to unbutton the rest of his shirt and vest, each kiss and nip accentuated by the release of buttons. She marks the undoing of the final button with a slow, gentle kiss, sliding his top garments off his arms as she does so and slipping her tongue back in his mouth.
He's a quick study, easily matching her pace and movements while his hands run up her back, framing her in the bracket of his arms in a firm but gentle hold. She once more gives him a kiss below his jaw as she runs her hands in a slow cascade down his chest, her fingers splaying over every inch of skin she can reach--she thinks he's the softest person she's ever touched, skin like fine silk beneath the callouses on her hands. He shivers when her index fingers graze his nipples, and she runs her nails back up the path her fingers took, scraping lightly up his side and over the newly-discovered sensitive spots on his chest. He shivers again as she does so, and she keeps her eyes fixed on his face as she dips her head down just enough that she can replace one hand with her mouth, drawing one of his nipples in her mouth as she keeps a hand on the other. She begins to nip and lave as her nails lightly scrap and pinch his other nipple in tandem, the dual-sensation causing Zerah to quietly cry out, head falling back and eyes closing.
She alternates where her hand and where her mouth goes, eagerly playing with the intensity of her movements and the bite of her teeth and enjoying the quiet sighs and gasps she draws out when she does. She feels she could be in this moment forever, Zerah like clay under her, fully relaxed and guard down. She can feel his own hands on her while she works, stroking gingerly up and down her arms and down her hips over the fabric of her sweater.
"Can I--I want to see you, too." Zerah says around a gasp as a gentle bite from Rin causes his hips to buck subtly up against hers. "If that's...if you would want that." She pauses, lifting her head up to properly meet his gaze. The deep need she's met with now--desire-- is a mirror of her own heart.
"Go ahead." She says, and his eyes stay fixed on hers as his fingers bunch gently, hesitatingly, to lift the white wool over her head. When Rin is once more freed, Zerah turns his attention briefly to the garment now in his hands, carefully and expertly folding it--a gesture that's so methodical, so thoughtful, it hits her like a wind to a sail, making her swell up with a mix of complete surprise and overwhelming affection. She wants to laugh at the display of noble decorum, and explode from the simple kindness of it all. Instead she just watches him, studying the slight furrow of his brow and the analytical movement of his eyes as he makes sure the task is done just right, the pulse of her feelings turning into buzzing energy, and once he has it properly folded to his liking and sets it aside she pulls him in for a near-bruising kiss, placing one hand against his cheek and the other on his bare shoulder.
They're both winded when they pull apart again, and as she catches her breath she watches him looking her over, eyes full of wonder and hands twitching slightly at his sides.
"You're still hesitating." He tears his eyes from where it was roaming her body. "Why?"
"I don't..." He stammers out, face flushing an even deeper shade. She wonders if there's a level of heat dangerous for an Aasimar to get to--she supposes they'll find out. "There's...I have no idea where to start." He laughs self-consciously. She places a hand over one of his own, guiding it to her now bared waist, then brings his other hand up to her shoulder. He follows her movements with hitched breath, going still as she positions him, and she watches as his eyes wander from where his hands rest at her waist and shoulder down to her breasts, before he swallows and averts his eyes back up to hers, wide-eyed and anticipatory. She places a hand once more to his jaw, thumb resting against his lip.
"Open." She says as she presses the pad of her thumb against his lip and he takes a sharp breath in, then complies. "Good." She lifts further on her knees so she's hovering above him just enough to guide her breast to his mouth, and he clamps around it without hesitation.
"Did you want this?" She asks, and he nods as much as he possibly can from his current position. She's never been religious, her faith lies in the movements of the seasons rather than the will of gods, but the way he's looking up at her, she thinks she understands what it is to be a god and have a devotee kneeled at an altar--all at once adoring and in need, a will to give service and be served to. The control is hers, here. All she wants is to give him everything. "Good. What do you want to do next, Zerah?" His eyes stay fixed on her as he gives an exploratory suck, tongue pressing up against her nipple, and she sighs against the feeling of a low roll in her stomach, eye closing. "Good." She says without looking at him, and that was the encouragement he needed to start to set a pace. He begins to suck and lave at her breast with more fervor, tempo slow but persistent. She leans further against him, forehead on his crown as the rolling feeling in her stomach builds. She feels his hand slip from her shoulder to grope at her other breast, the first pinch of his fingers sending a thrill down the core of her, and the sensations of his attention to her breasts--the alternating of his mouth and hands from one to the other--and the scent of sunlight and designer florals from his hair makes the rolling feeling turn crackly. She doesn't know what she needs more: for his current course of action to continue forever, or to devour him whole.
She settles for as middle-ground as she can get, running her hands once more through his hair and tangling her fingers in the velvet-soft strands, massaging and pulling at them in a desperate attempt to disperse some of her energy without dislodging him. He moans against her breast as she does, a sound that vibrates through her and she grins where she rests at his crown. She unwraps her fingers from his hair, moving down to his own chest and continuing her movements from before--pinching and gripping and running her nails up and down the tops of his nipples. She can feel him shiver under her hands, but his attention never wavers from mouthing her breasts, and with the added sensation to his own chest he nips lightly at her in turn--the crackling feeling grows headier as the feeling of teeth against the sensitive skin sends sparks through her, and she gasps out, instinctually pressing as close as she can against him.
He pulls away gently all at once, both hands sliding to grasp gently at her hips, and she gives him a questioning look through the increased heaving of her breaths, her skin still feeling like a bit like lit tinder. He doesn't say a word, just looks her up and down with awestruck expression on his face.
"What?" She laughs lightly. "What is it?"
"I'm just..." He starts breathlessly, as much from their current position as his train of thought "You're...you're beautiful, Rin. You're so, so beautiful, I'm--"He cuts himself off with a light, laugh, airy and incredulous, and it lights up his face in a way that makes her stomach swoop. He's looking at her like she hung the stars--she wonders if she looks at all similar.
"You're not half bad yourself, handsome." She says back teasingly. There are better, deeper words to be said, but right now she can't think of a succinct, clear way to say them, so instead she presses her lips again to his, fire under her skin and a storm of feelings crashing through her, and she bites his lip and presses closer, goes deeper, tongue to tongue and mouth moving against soft mouth, all at once delicate and desperate and she rolls against him in a mirror to the tidal waves rolling through her and he moans again, and she wants to hear that sound forever.
When they run out of breath they break away from each other panting, and she moves to kiss a trail once more down his neck and chest, laving briefly at his nipples as her hands wander down further past his waist and to the band of his trousers, which she hooks her thumbs underneath. She's practically vibrating with need by now, aching to touch and taste, but she'll wait forever is he says to.
"May I?" She asks, and he nods, biting his lip and going impossibly redder, a flush that spills down his neck and to his chest. "Words, darling."
"Yes." She raises an eyebrow. "Yes, you can t-take my trousers off." He stammers out, and she gives him a sweet kiss to the lips.
"Good boy, Zerah. Thank you." He makes a high pitched "Mhm!!" in response, and she starts to undo the buttons, keeping watch on his face as she does but his attention remains rapt on her, his breath held in and let out shakily as she undoes his trousers completely. "Strip." She says, and he quickly complies, wriggling out of his trousers and kicking them off as best he can in a thoughtless direction. She bites back a laugh. So much for his careful decorum with his clothes. Though don't think his enthusiasm can get any clearer than that.
She resumes her trail of kisses, moving a slow path down his belly and over to one thigh. "On your back please, Zerah." She gently instructs. He slides slowly down onto his back and when he's in position she hooks her hand under his leg, lifting it up carefully so his foot is planted on the bed, repeating the same manevour with his other leg so they bracket her head. She kisses a trail from knee inward, her desire to draw out each moment overtaking her other, insistent instinct to devour him as ruthlessly and carnally as possible by a margin. She stops to nip lightly at the seam of his thigh which elicits a gasp, and she smiles as she licks at the place she bit, repeating the action in a line along every inch of the thinner, sensitive skin that she can. He wriggles above her, squirming and moaning and she wishes she had more to bite; she contents herself with repeating the gesture on the other side, moving once more from knee to inner thigh, taking her time kiss and bite a trail inwards along the seam in the same way as before. His scent is distinctive even clothed, a smell like fire following him like a shadow but here at the creases of his thigh is where it's the strongest--he smells like smoke, like a bonfire without wood mixed with the cleaner scent of salt, and the perfume of him runs right through her--she wants to wrap herself in it like a winter cloak, she feels it like a haze. She may be drunk off of it.
"Yes." He replies, voice thin and a bit impatient. She bites back a laugh again. "Please, Rin." The desperation in his voice makes her stomach swoop, she feels all at once fond and desperate to give him whatever he could want. She kisses sweetly from his inner thigh over his thatch of hair.
"Please what?" He groans, hands going to cover his face. She hears him mutter something. "Hm?"
"More, Rin." He bites out petulantly. "I...I need..." She presses her tongue exploritorily on his clit, and his hips tilt up to her tongue in response. "Yes. That. That--" She sucks his clit into her mouth, and he cuts himself off with a sharp cry, hands flailing to the bed as his back arches. She begins to suck and lick in earnest, swirling her tongue in patternless movement against him, hungrily lapping up the increasing wetness she's met with. It's a fight to draw this out, to keep her pace steady as the buzzing underneath her skin makes her feel like she's being served a first meal after being starved, but she's easily mollified by the way Zerah looks right now, his fists twisted in the sheets, moaning and panting with eyes screwed shut and head thrown back; she'll draw this out forever if it means she can drink this image in. She gives a gentle nip to his clit and he's arching up impossibly higher with another cry, and she grins as she continues to mouth him.
"P-proud of yourself?" He pants out. She just hums against him and sucks him in sharply, and he punches out a loud "Fuck."
As she continues to lick and suck at his clit, she slips her hand up, watching him closely as she slides on finger inside him. She feels him clench around her, and she murmurs out an "Okay?" He shivers at the vibrations that causes.
"Yes." He hisses out. "Keep going. Please." She crooks her finger, starting a slow rhythm in and out at the same time she restarts her lapping at his clit and watching him as she does. His chest is rising and falling in a deep, steady rhythm, accentuated by light, low moans, but it's not enough--she needs him completely unraveled. She tries out different tempos and angles with her finger, keeping a steady pace on his clit with her tongue, and she can't tell if it's on instinct or understanding of what she needs but Zerah's hips angle up into her and changes her leverage, pushing up her finger and shifting the position of her tongue. She lightly pushes him back down on the bed at same time she once more adjusts the angle of her head and the tilt of her finger to mirror where he had repositioned her to, and with the slide of her finger in and out in her newly adjusted position he shouts out an "Oh, fuck!" as his legs begin to shake on either side of her. There we go.
She slows down her tongue while she slips in a second finger in to join the first, setting a pace of a slow, deliberate rub in and out, causing his cries to reach a fever-pitch, and she can feel the slick of him building up and up on her fingers as she wrings him out as leisurely as she can and watches as the light in the room dances across the sweat of his heaving chest. She sucks his clit into her mouth once more, hollowing her cheeks as much as possible which causes him to let out a wail at the same time Rin hears a loud, piercing noise from somewhere close by in the house. She pauses briefly at the sound, nose still buried deep within Zerah but if he heard the noise he doesn't seem to mind, tears starting to run down his face as he begs "More, please, don't stop" and whatever the sound was, right now it wasn't as important as this, as him.
She starts to finger and tongue-fuck him again, the quiver in his legs growing more pronounced, his cries wanton and uninhibited. It only takes a few final drags in and out, fingers running up against his walls while she sucks and laves obscenely at his clit to send him over the edge, a flurry of curses leaving his mouth as his back completely bows and he twists the sheets of the bed so hard she wonders how it stays on. She feels him pulse around her hand and beneath her mouth, coating her fingers and tongue, and she licks him at an unhurried tempo as he comes down, pumping slowly in and out a few more times before pulling out her fingers entirely. She doesn't know how much time passes as he shivers and twitches through the after-waves, but eventually she hears him wince and gently stroke her head, so she withdraws from her current position and joins him where he lays loosely against the pillows, orienting herself against her side so she can face him as he's still catching his breath on his back.
"Holy fucking shit, Rin." He says with a breathless laugh, and she laughs in turn, reaching forward to wipe the tear tracks off his face. "Not your first time, I'm guessing?"
"No." She replies. "First time doing anything like this, though." He looks at her then, face a mix of curiosity and surprise.
"Like..." She bites her lip, searching for the best way to say I've really only ever had sex with people I know intimately and I don't know you nearly enough but I want nothing more than to learn everything I can and You are something far beyond what I have ever felt or wanted before. You've completely changed the trajectory of my life. "Different. It was different than this, before. Sex felt...different, with the others. They just meant something different to me than you do."
"And what do I mean?" He asks, and he looks so vulnerable when he says it, and almost scared, like there is any world that he isn't as worthy as the others. It breaks her heart to think he'd feel he was anything than less what he is.
"I don't know yet." She says, placing a hand to his cheek. He leans into it, and she strokes his cheekbone gently with her thumb. "That's something we decide together." He turns to face her fully then, mirroring her current position by placing his own hand to her cheek, and pulls her in for a kiss.
This kiss is lazy and a bit messy, his tongue moving almost languidly in her mouth, an energy she matches in his own. He moves then to kiss a chaste path down her neck to her chest, his hands trailing down to her waist and giving it a squeeze, which sends a distant thrill to her stomach and makes her sigh contentedly.
"Your pants aren't even off yet." He murmurs against her sternum, sounding a bit put out. She chuckles.
"They aren't. I was too busy wanting to eat you alive to care much." He lets out a hum, and while she can't see his face fully she can feel the heating of his cheeks from where they press against the skin of her chest.
"I'd like to change that...If you wanted that, too." He says a bit shyly. She tilts his face up to meet her eyes and is met with a look so hopeful, and unguarded, it knocks the wind out of her. She kisses his forehead to try to mitigate some of the overwhelming swell of feeling she has in this moment--it doesn't fully work.
"How would you have me?" She murmurs against his temple.
"I--I don't...I'm not exactly..." He sighs, taking a moment to collect his words. "I want to see you. I want...I want to watch." She looks at him then, his face somehow, impossibly more flushed and smiles fondly.
"I understand the feeling." She says, and Zerah makes a noise. She laughs. "More than doable." She pulls him in for a chaste, sweet kiss. "I'm yours how you want me." He swallows drily, nodding with a soft, nervous "Okay." His hand is still on her waist, and she feels his thumb rubbing up and down as he falls quiet. She watches his face, full of want and trepidation, and she wishes there was something, anything else she could say to soothe his worries and bring back the calm confidence he showed in the tower- room. She knows without a doubt he's far more adept than he must think--she just kisses his forehead again, resting her own against his.
"Leggings off, please?" He says into the stillness, and she complies, adjusting to her back and making quick work to wiggle out of the garment and kick it somewhere away from her feet. He places his hand on her cheek and softly turns her head to guide her into a kiss, trailing from lips downwards, openmouthed and gentle in his path along her neck and to her chest. His eyes flicker back up to hers as he pulls one breast into his mouth, beginning to carefully lave and suck in the way he had before. She sighs as a low roll starts again in her stomach, and she sees his other hand move to her unoccupied breast, teasing and rolling her nipple delicately but deliberately between his fingers. She moans as the waves running through her increase in intensity with the steady mouthing of each breast alternated with groping and pinching, the rolling feeling turning into sparks that make her squirm on the bedsheet--she was already wet before this as she found her pleasure in his undoing, but now, with his tongue and fingers working her at a pace near maddening, the low roil she had before is lighting up into something more needy, hungry, and it takes every ounce of self restraint not to shove his hand between her legs herself; she said she trusts him, and she does, and more than she craves satiation she wants him to set the tempo here--to choose, of his own desire, how this night goes.
That does not mean she isn't incredibly grateful that he doesn't wait too long. He continues his devotions to one breast as he slips his hand off the other and down between her legs and rests his palm anticipatorily against the wiry patch of hair, pausing in both the tonguing of her nipple and going any further down with his hand.
"Is this...am I okay to continue?" He asks, and she wrangles the desperate crackling under her skin just enough to reply "Yes. More than okay." He nods, letting out a soft "Okay" before he slips his hands between her, his fingers going in a slow, exploratory drag up the length of her that makes her gasp. He begins to lave at her breast again, the intensifying stimulation from his licks and nipping sharpened even further by the slow rolling of his fingers against her clit, his eyes fixed firmly to her face. She rocks into his hand on instinct, hands flying up to her face to smother a moan as best she can, and she pants into her palms as waves of pleasure continue to crash through her with each press of his fingers and bite from his teeth. She's suddenly very aware they are in a mansion with other people--she has a feeling they're beyond secrecy at this point, despite her current best efforts.
"I want to see you." He repeats quietly, and she removes her hands, tilting her head down slightly to see him. The look he's giving her is focused, but there's something else there too, something warm and wanting and disbelieving and she barely has time to try to figure out what he may be feeling when another roll of his fingers and nip at her breast makes her cry out, back bowing. She attempts to catch her breath through the rush of sensation but she feels him change his tempo before she gets the chance, fingers moving now in a circle at a steadily increasing pace, mouth still alternating attention between her two breasts. Sparks dance across her vision, the pleasure is beyond heady, pulsing through her like wildfire and what little breath she can manage only heightens her fervor more--her body feels like lit tinder, like she could spill over at even the lightest touch; he's doing far more than that: the pace of his mouth remains even and deliberate as he moves his fingers at a near fever-pace now, circling her clit in a way that has made her lose her control entirely, cries uninhibited and breath heaving and she scrambles for purchase as the energy coursing through her tips over more than she can bear--her hands ball up the sheets as she tenses, back arched, with an "Oh fuck," her orgasm washing her in a euphoric rush. He slows the movements of his fingers as she comes down, panting and twitching her way through the afterwaves. She places a hand on his cheek as he fingers her, tilting up his face in a signal she hopes he understands as wanting him to join her up at the pillows, and it must have been clear enough because he detaches himself from her breast, repositioning himself so he's facing her, hand still between her legs as he continues to circle her clit. She pulls him in for a kiss, moving her mouth lazy and slow against his and moaning as shocks run at a slowing rate through her. She can feel the sweat running down her face and chest, the few escaped hairs she has plastered against her cheeks in a mirror to Zerah's own. When the stimulation gets painfully sharper she places her hand gently against his own, resting them both between her thighs as she tucks into his neck with a small, weary laugh.
"For your first time, you certainly picked things up quick."
"Ah...did okay, then?" He asks bashfully.
"What do you think?" She replies humorously, and he lets out a laugh of his own.
"Yeah. Fair enough." She pulls away then, stroking his cheek gently before she pulls him against her in an embrace, kissing his crown. They lay wrapped together in the quiet, her nuzzled up against his head and him against her sternum, hearts beating and breath rising and falling in a syncing rhythm. It could have been five minutes or it could have been fifty when she feels him stir against her, torso moving against hers, and she feels a distinctive wetness brush against her leg, and looking down at him she sees his face and neck are flushed again.
"Zerah?" She asks, and he makes a noise.
"Do you want help with that?" She asks, pressing her thigh up against him, voice low. He sucks in a breath, catching her meaning.
"Maybe..." He mutters, and she moves her thigh more insistently up against him.
"Use me." She says huskily, and he shivers against her before repositioning himself, her thigh wedged between his legs.
She holds him as he rides her, pressing kisses to his head and face and rubbing his back as his moaning turns to cries, her thigh getting coated with slick and it doesn't take long until he's clutching at her back with a final gasp, open mouthed against her shoulder. He gives a few shuddering rocks against her leg through the aftershocks, then goes limp in her arms and she holds him closer, petting his head with a hum.
"Good, Zerah." She murmurs, and the two of them lay in the quiet again, his breath lulling steadily, chest moving against hers. Theoretically, she knows they should clean up, and she should get to the tower-room before either Cieran or Ilyse are around to see her leave, especially since she isn't sure when and if Zerah wants to disclose their...whatever it is they decide to be (another conversation to be had), but with Zerah wrapped like a vine around her, she doesn't exactly feel very motivated to move from this position, possibly ever. She'll deal with any consequences of that in the morning.
"Do you think they heard us?" She murmurs after some time, amused, and he groans against her.
"I hope not." He mutters. "That is not a conversation I want to have." She chuckles.
"I'm sure if they did, we'll know." He groans again, burrowing further against her chest.
"Not our problem right now."
"No." She concedes fondly. "No, it isn't."
