Flash Sweat

(( NSFW RP and image blog for through-fire-and-flames. ))

[marichive]

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 & 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄 *

Assorted memes of a suggestive and sexual nature, intended for the spicier type of interactions. Be mindful of your partners' boundaries! Change pronouns / etc. as needed, and feel free to combine the sentence prompts with the action and / or location prompts when sending if you want.

tw: strong sexual content , minors DO NOT interact with this meme at all!

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒

❝ I just want to look at you like this for a moment. ❞

❝ Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this? ❞

❝ Your heart is beating so fast. ❞

❝ Be gentle with me. Please. ❞

❝ I’ve never done this before. ❞

❝ I want to learn. Teach me. ❞

❝ Show me how to please you. ❞

❝ I want to give you everything tonight. ❞

❝ That feels so good ─ ❞

❝ Don’t stop ─ ❞

❝ You won’t break me. I promise. ❞

❝ I want your hands on me. ❞

❝ Make love to me. ❞

❝ I need you, your lips on my skin. I need you deep inside me. ❞

❝ Can’t you see what you do to me? ❞

❝ I don’t want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again. ❞

❝ There is no taste sweeter than yours. ❞

❝ Look at you, what a mess you are. ❞

❝ You’re doing so good for me. Keep going. ❞

❝ I’ll taste every part of you before the night has ended. ❞

❝ No one else can make me feel this way. ❞

❝ I am already yours. Now I want you to lay your claim. ❞

❝ Your body sings to me. ❞

❝ I know you’re close. Just let it go now. Give in to it. ❞

❝ I want to feel you come undone. ❞

❝ Shh. Quiet love. They’re going to hear you. ❞

❝ I want to feel your fire, even if it burns me. ❞

❝ You take me so well. ❞

❝ You look so beautiful like this. ❞

❝ I never knew I could feel this good. ❞

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 & 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘

❝ God whispers to us in our pleasures. ❞

❝ I’m going to fuck you until your legs shake. ❞

❝ Take me. I can’t bear this anymore, just take me. ❞

❝ You’re dripping already. ❞

❝ Good girl, take it all. ❞

❝ I’m going to fill you over and over again. ❞

❝ Harder, god, harder ─ ❞

❝ Did I say you could stop? ❞

❝ Show me how much you want it. ❞

❝ Give me your mouth. ❞

❝ Spread yourself for me. ❞

❝ I’m going to leave you aching in the morning. And then I’m going to take you again. ❞

❝ Louder. Don’t hold back on me. Let me hear your pleasure. ❞

❝ I want to hear my name on your lips and make you come. ❞

❝ Don’t come until I tell you to. ❞

❝ If you wanted soft and gentle, you’ve come to the wrong person. ❞

❝ I don’t want soft. I want to ache for you when you’re done. ❞

❝ I like the marks. They stay with me even when you must leave. ❞

❝ Use me. Fuck me. Do whatever you want, but god, please touch me. ❞

❝ They’ll all know your mine when they hear you screaming my name. ❞

❝ You need relief. I can give you that. ❞

❝ You’re not leaving this bed until I’m done with you. ❞

❝ I want to spend every night buried inside of you, pleasing you, fucking you. ❞

❝ I like it when you lose control, when I can feel how desperately you need me. ❞

❝ You’re my good girl, and my girl deserves the best of me. ❞

❝ Such a good boy, always eager to please. ❞

❝ You look like an angel; it’s only right that I fuck you until you see heaven. ❞

❝ Your body is my place of worship, and it’s time for me to say my prayers. ❞

❝ This is my favorite seat. ❞

❝ Watch me ride you. ❞

𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓 & 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘

❝ Does he fuck you like this? ❞

❝ We shouldn’t be doing this. ❞

❝ I missed you beyond words. Every night I dreamt of you, of what it would be like to hold you again, and I’ll be damned if I let the chance slip through my fingers when you’re right here. ❞

❝ Why can’t I keep myself away from you? ❞

❝ This could be our last night together. I’m going to make it count. ❞

❝ Don’t bring emotions into this. This has always been about pleasure, nothing else. ❞

❝ We fuck. It doesn’t need to be more complicated than that. ❞

❝ I have no right to touch you, so why do you ask it of me when I know I am unworthy? ❞

❝ You should be mine. I don’t care what they say, you are mine. ❞

❝ You dare have the audacity to pretend like you’re not mine in front of them? We both know the truth; even now look how your body reacts to me. ❞

❝ Do you honestly think I could possibly want anyone else when this is what you do to me? ❞

❝ You’re mine. Only mine. ❞

❝ I want them to hear us. I want them to know you belong to me. ❞

❝ Claim me. Have me in a way that anyone who looks at me will see your passion written upon my skin. ❞

❝ You’re not mine. You could never be mine. Yet I want you anyway. I want you so badly that it burns me inside. ❞

❝ You’ve ruined me for all others. ❞

❝ I can’t stop myself from wanting you, no matter how much we both know we shouldn’t do this. ❞

❝ I don’t care if they see. Part of me wants them to. ❞

❝ You’re not good for me. So how can you make me feel something no one else can? ❞

❝ This is the last time, then never again. This has to stop. ❞

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

one muse gives the other oral

one muse rides the other

one muse grinds on the other

one muse takes the other from the front

one muse takes the other from behind

one muse takes the other anally

one muse holds the other down during rough sex

one muse pleasures the other with their hand

one muse sits on the other’s face

one muse controls the other’s movements by grabbing their hips

one muse ties up the other

one muse uses a toy on the other

our muses engage in edging or orgasm denial

one muse makes the other have multiple orgasms

our muses engage in sensory play (blindfolds, ice, etc.)

one muse shows the other a new position

one muse touches the other on the outside of their clothes

one muse dresses up to seduce the other

one muse undresses the other

one muse strips for the other

one muse (or both) pleasures themself for the other’s view

one muse leaves marks on the other

one muse watches the other have sex with a third party

our muses are being watched by a third party

our muses have a threesome

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

in a bed

on the floor

on a couch or chair

in a bath, shower, or pool

in a semi-public place

against a wall

on a table or counter

in the kitchen

outdoors

in a tent

on a rug in front of a fireplace

in a sacred place

in a stairwell

in a ruined building / castle

in a garden

by the ocean

in an inn / hotel

while traveling

in an office or conference room

in a dream

[foreveragape]

dick from a man who is so kind and warm hearted will fix you

[gvaine]

wound tending is everything. unparalleled intimacy. let me care for you. let me touch the skin around your open flesh. let me stain my hands with your blood. let me get close and breathe in the same air as you and stare into your eyes for a few seconds too long. let me make you think of me every time you see the bandage, or scar

[flash-sweat]

[ from x with @lumenfall ]

Her hand clasps his tighter to the rise of her; he feels her hips rock back against him, notched on the ridge, as his hand works more eagerly still. The sound of her pleasure causes his breath to catch. Presented with the gentle incline of her head - and the subsequent, monumental trust in baring the expanse of her pale throat - he trails kisses, rough and claiming, along the side of her neck, catching the lobe of her ear between his teeth for an instant. Ah, there she is, he murmurs, jagged affection delivered via serrated breath, just past her ear. There you are, Maria.

He still can't place the moment where he realized the want: where it had blossomed from idle appreciation of her work and a growing trust in her allegiance to something hot and hungry in his belly. There must have been a moment - a shift from respect to need - but the transition had been so slow and subtle as to defy identification.

It is not subtle now; as two fingers push deeper into her heat, seeking out the fullness of her pleasure, his thumb still stroking eagerly at her clit, encouraged by the arch and the song and the way she's so Church-damned soaked for him. He can feel her clench around his exploring touch, as though trying to guide him deeper still. Some part of him aches to remove his hand, tug down his trousers - but no, there's other part that finds it sweeter still to remain focused solely on teasing out every note of that song that he can.

Let me be foolish, he breathes, against her skin, letting the words shape a kiss as though he might brand his newfound reverence there by way of teeth and tongue. Let me ask again. For more - for more, Maria.

The slow and steady repetition of her name becomes a chant, a hymn in time with her sounds of pleasure.

That's it - just for me. Just for me...

[bbyxdarlinnnn-deactivated202602]

i’m the type to moan your name when i’m alone and touching myself

[flash-sweat]

[ from x with @swordluck ]

The man has never been especially patient, it must be said; stoked to hungry heat all day by her teasing, Laurentius has skipped right past subtlety and headlong into desperate, growling need. His rough hands scoop low past the hem of her dress, hike it up past her hips - and indeed, she isn't wearing any underwear, as though she knew full well what would happen when he got home. Fingers trace over slickened heat, teasing entrance before he pulls them away again, off to work fervently on the zipper of his jeans.

Her name falls past his lips in a ragged whisper breathed past her ear, followed by a knowing little chuckle.

"You're so wet for me, love - must have been waiting all day on me, eh? Must have needed me the way I need you," he growls. "Teasing me all bloody day..."

There's the click of his belt, the button, the zipper - and then the head of him, swollen with want, pressed against her, hot and hard. Inwardly, he marvels at the way she rocks back into him, at the circuitry they've built between them, bright and sparking; his need stokes hers, and hers stokes his, in this gasping loop until they've both plunged into the sighing ecstasy of the other.

"Anri," he murmurs, straightening up. He admires the curve of her bottom, pressed back against him, and then uses his hand to slowly guide his thickened cock past her entrance, in, in, all the way to the hilt.

"Anri..."

Had it not been all day thinking about the way she'd feel around him, all day wondering at the beauty of her body, at the beauty of her need for him, all day desperately waiting for this moment of connection, for the warmth and affection and pleasure, he might have been gentler. But no, in a rare moment of hunger Laurentius immediately sets a steady, eager pace, thrusting into her, hopelessly lost in the home they've made of each other.

"God, you feel so good, sweet girl," he growls, leaning down again. "And you're mine..."

[soulrph]

sexual tension prompts.

i deleted my old blog by mistake, so i’m revamping these!! if you want to reverse them, add a +, like so: [ PIN ] + and the roles will switch! these prompts are inspired by THIS MEME! they’re designed for all muses, regardless of whether they’ve interacted before or not!

[ PIN ] : sender pins receiver against a wall.

[ HANDS ] : our muses’ hands touch. (anything from grazing past or the hand holding content we all deserve.)

[ GAZE ] : sender watches receiver from across a crowded room.

[ GUIDE ] : in order to guide the receiver, sender presses a hand against the small of their back.

[ INVITE ] : sender asks receiver into a private room with nobody else present.

[ TOUCH ] : our muses touching one another discreetly but intimately in a public setting.

[ LICK ] : sender licks something from their thumb or lips in front of receiver.

[ SLEEVES ] : sender rolls up their sleeves to reveal their forearms.

[ SMIRK ] : while interacting with receiver, sender can’t resist a smirk.

[ NECKLACE ] : sender fastens a necklace around receiver’s neck, leaning in close to do so.

[ CLOSE ] : our muses are in a position which leads to the sender stepping intimately closer to the receiver.

[ UNBUTTON ] : due to heat or stress or other reasons, sender unbuttons the top of their shirt to reveal their neckline.

[ DANCE ] : our muses dance together in close quarters.

[ DEFEND ] : sender physically intervenes between receiver and a source of unwanted attention.

[ TEXT ] : sender texts intimate content to receiver.

[ PHONE ] : while on the phone with receiver, sender flirts teasingly during the call.

[ BEHIND ] : unexpectedly, sender arrives close to receiver from behind, taking them by surprise.

[ WET ] : our muses find one another in a torrential downpour of rain, both soaking wet.

[ LEAN ] : sender leans tantalisingly close to receiver to retrieve something or catch their attention.

[ LOOK ] : sender initiates intense eye contact with receiver.

[ ALONE ] : our muses find one another alone in an isolated setting.

[ ASK ] : sender asks receiver if they’re single.

[ WHISPER ] : sender leans close to receiver’s ear in order to whisper something to them.

[ BRUSH ] : sender reaches forward to brush a strand of receiver’s hair from their eyes.

[ STEADY ] : sender steadies receiver by placing their hands on their waist when the receiver almost falls against them.

[ SMILE ] : sender begins to grin at something the receiver is saying, like a big unstoppable grin.

[ PULL ] : sender pulls receiver into their side as they’re walking together.

[ STRADDLE ] : while sparring, sender gains the upper hand and pins the receiver in place, straddling their waist in the process.

[ BLADE ] : sender, having been enemies with the receiver, places a knife to their throat, but does nothing else.

[ STARE ] : while the receiver is speaking, the sender’s gaze drifts to their lips.

[ UNDERCOVER ] : while pretending to be a couple for the sake of a mission or other purpose, sender and receiver find themselves giving a Remarkably Convincing performance that leaves them questioning how platonic they really are.

[ AFTER ] : sender has just impulsively and passionately kissed the receiver without any warning nor apparent reason. how does the receiver respond?

[ REMARK ] : after someone passes a remark on what a cute couple the seemingly platonic sender and receiver are, the sender casts a meaningful glance at the receiver, expecting them to say something about it first.

[ PHOTOGRAPH ] : as someone volunteers to take a picture of them on a day out, sender instinctively wraps an arm around the receiver to steady them, holding them close for a photo that turns out to be more romantic than they were expecting.

[ CHALLENGE ] : after the receiver teasingly suggests that the sender is a terrible kisser, sender immediately and fervently proves them wrong with a long, passionate kiss that leaves the receiver taking back what they said.

[ LANGUAGE ] : sender begins to speak seductively and fluently with the receiver in another language.

[ CONSTANT ] : after days/weeks/months/years of endless flirting back and forth, sender finally dares the receiver to go beyond flirting and break the tensions between them properly.

[tommyriddlez]

getting turned on by being understood

[hitmyvape-deactivated20251006]

Wifeplay where you have sex with your wife who loves you and you love her

[swordluck]

"you're doing so good for me. Keep going."

Her body trembled on all fours, pale limbs braced against the creaking floorboards, the curve of her spine a supplicant’s arc. There was no altar holier than this – no cathedral more terrible than her own heart beating furiously behind her ribs.

Hands upon her hips were firm, unyielding, but not cruel. They were the manacles of a captor who only wished her free, binding her not with iron but with the solemnity of his faith in her. She had thought herself fragile, breakable, but in his grasp she discovered the strange power of yielding.

“You’re doing so good for me. Keep going,” groaned Laurentius, his voice a molten whisper at the nape of her neck.

Anri obeyed with a tremor of will, driving herself back against him again and again, each collision a shuddering wave that sent her body quivering, her hair spilling wild like a golden banner in some nocturnal wind. She felt her flesh ripple at each meeting, the resonance of it like water troubled by the fall of a stone, endless and concentric, spreading into secret places.

Breath came ragged, as if she were drowning in the dark perfume of the act, her face bent low, untethered breasts swaying, lips parted with soundless prayers. Each yielding thrust was an act of devotion that buried him deep. Shame, that old parasite of her spirit, fluttered about her, but his voice, his stillness, banished it, until she was left only with raw exultation.

In this rhythm, Anri felt herself dissolve – the knight, the pilgrim, the orphan – all of her fractured selves unstitched and sewn anew in the slow burn of Laurentius’ presence. To move against him was to write herself into him, to confess without words, to proclaim without sermon, that she was his.

Body, blood, soul.

[flash-sweat]

It's such a strange sensation, seeing her bend for him.

Something animal in him loves it, the submission evident in the arch of her back, in the shiver of her hips each time she rocks back against him, taking him deeper, deeper. Her tight warmth clenches and grasps at him and that, too, is devotion, threatening to send him hurtling over into the bright and broken blessing of release with every thrust. He pulls his stomach taut, growling in pleasure, murmuring desperate affirmations into the golden realm of her hair, trying to hold on, to savor and stretch this meeting into the infinite.

But it isn't the dominance that truly thrills him, as much as the sight of her pressing back on his aching cock again and again causes his hands to tighten on her hips near to bruising. It's the trust. It's the affection. It's the slow and certain way she has guided him to power over her, just the same as he has shown her the path to power over him. It is the mutual and enthusiastic exchange of control, back and forth, an act of nigh-apotheosis in the way each worships the other into evanescent godhood and back again.

It's enough to drive him, each time, into more and more courageous territory, more uncharted parts of him she has shone a light on through her love.

It makes itself known now, as one hand leaves her pistoning hip to rest on her shoulder and words bubble up out of his growling gasps to please her better still.

"Good girl," he breathes, into her hair. "You're doing so good for me, Anri - taking me so well. I'm close...I'm going to fill you up."

His willingness to talk and tease surprises him, even now. Time was, he'd have been so petrified during sex he'd have barely managed to moan, if only to show his partner they were doing well. Time was, he'd have fretted over this position, rutting into her from behind, bend over bend, lips at the back of her neck, hand in her hair.

Time was, he wouldn't have trusted her to trust him.

That was then. This is the gasping, perfect now, and he can't get enough of it or her.

"Come with me," he growls, half-command, half-plea. "Anri--!"

[resourcesofaqueen]

send 🔥 + a spicy question for my muse.

this could be a question about their kinks, about fantasies, about preferences etc.

[swordluck]

"God, your mouth--please--"

The chamber swam in half-light. Lamps burned low and greasy, dust floating in slow procession through the stale air. Laurentius sat upon the broken pew, his body a rough-hewn idol.

Anri pressed close, rooting with a hunger she had never permitted herself. Recklessness moved her now, and with it came revelation. She had known blood to be a sacred river, flowing endlessly toward the sea of death. Yet, in his arms, she discovered another sacrament, a darker current that bore her past fear into the wilderness of desire. She kissed him deeper, deeper still, until they shared a single, shuddering breath.

He smelled of ash and soot, of fires both blasphemous and salt-rimed, the warmth of his skin beneath her lips burning perilously close to fever. She marvelled that the soul could translate itself into flesh so utterly, until she no longer knew which vessel she worshipped – his mortal body, or the flame she swore it housed.

That pale and fine-boned hand of hers wandered lower, hesitant, then emboldened by the tremor she drew from him. She found the stiff root of him, and it was as though she had set her palm upon some hidden furnace. Fingers curled and stroked with shy curiosity, mapping his secret anatomy.

Laurentius broke from her kiss only to gasp, words torn from him like embers borne upward in a draught:

“God, your mouth – please – ”

The plea pierced her, filling her with a strange, exalted rapture. She folded her holy veil, her cowl, and placed them carefully upon the stone floor in an improvised altar cloth, before she knelt between his thighs. Her mouth – her most innocent of instruments, once consecrated and oath-laced – was now entreated for a new and carnal communion.

Hesitating but a heartbeat, she bowed her golden and unclothed head, a saint become votary of the most forbidden rite. She tasted him where he wept, in that secret, aching place. Lips fashioned for psalms and lullabies were profaned and glorified alike in their service to him.

The taste of him was strange, iron-tang and salt-sharp – intoxicant and absolution both. She gave suck, drinking of him greedily, swallowing down the bitter sacrament that transformed into ambrosia on her tongue. Still her hand cupped and coaxed him, while her tongue inscribed upon him all that words could never speak.

In that worship, she poured herself out utterly. Not blood this time, but tenderness, the aching bloom of a love too exquisite to name.

[flash-sweat]

It ought to be profane, the sight of that auric crown bobbing in his lap. It ought to be heresy - this breathless exploration of each other, this whispered cartography of the other's heart, saint and sinner, sinner, sinner.

It certainly feels sinful, the way the wet of her giving mouth wraps around him; he can barely breathe amid the radiant sensation that sears past his thighs and up into his stomach. One hand tangles ash among gold, twitching in his desperate bid not to push or grasp too tightly.

He cannot believe this is happening.

His hips buck gently, all the leeway he'll give them to do; his abdomen pulls taut as he fights the urge to move further, harder. She's being so gentle. He'd never known a lover so utterly focused on his pleasure as she is - everyone he'd ever been with seemed so much more keen on taking than they were giving, and here she is. He feels worshipped. The sensation is so utterly foreign as to resemble a new and starry color, scattered across the backs of his eyelids as he closes his eyes in divine pleasure.

He has never felt so loved.

His fingers, wandering through her blond hair, tighten ever so slightly - on the horizon, he can sense the radiant oblivion approaching, and with it, the spill and flood of him, and it's all he can do to collect himself long enough to warn her. He has to warn her, even as some deeper part of him longs to see her swallow him, to complete the sin wholly, holy, holy.

"Anri," he gasps. "I--you--I'm close--"

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄 . ( a collection of prompts centered around ... well, smut. adjust phrasing — mature themes, obviously . )

| -> ( ... ) lightly spicy.

meet me in the bathroom in five minutes.

shhh, they'll hear you.

i'm serious - right here, right now.

i needed a distraction, and here you are.

keep reading, don't let me distract you.

can i touch you here ?

i have five minutes, let's make this quick.

you seem to know what you're doing.

oh, we've barely just started.

i won't break, don't be afraid.

can't we just sneak off ? no one will notice.

i'm getting under you to get over someone else. is that okay ?

did you start without me ?

[ in the shower / tub / pool ] are you gonna join me or not ?

you're the one who told me to let off some steam.

you have no idea how long i've wanted this.

looks like it's just us here ... privacy at last.

can we come up with a safe word before continuing ?

you're so beautiful, [ name ].

take these off.

you take them off for me.

wait ... won't they hear us ?

don't get sappy on me, it's just sex.

can we try something new tonight ?

i skipped underwear, just for you.

if you tear that, you're paying for it.

i've missed this so much.

you just want me to do all the work ... it's kinda hot.

you don't have to hide anything from me.

tell me you love me ... i won't hold you to it, just say it.

you know what i'm waiting for.

is this the [ piece / lingerie ] i picked out for you ?

feeling risky ?

your scars don't make me see you any differently.

take me to the sofa, i can't make it to the bed.

i want this. i want you.

i don't know how i ever lived without this. without you.

i could never share you with anyone else.

do you want to come in ? i was gonna take a shower ...

i want to forget. just help me forget.

is this okay ? [ ... ] tell me if that changes, alright ?

you can pretend i'm [ name ], if that helps.

let's make this last ... i want you to remember tonight.

this doesn't have to mean anything.

i want to hear you say it.

do you trust me with this ?

let me take care of you.

right here on the counter ? naughty ...

i want to paint that pretty neck plum with hickeys.

someone's feeling bold tonight.

don't worry, i'll buy you another one.

you turn me on so easily --

say please.

| -> ( ... ) xxxtra spicy.

you're doing so well for me , [ name ].

i thought i told you to [ wait / stay still ].

choke me . i promise i'll be fine .

i'm so fucking [ wet / hard ] for you.

fuck ... that's amazing , right there ...

i'm all yours ... fuck- all yours–

touch yourself for me.

can you come from just this ?

ah-- you're going to leave a mark.

do you want to taste yourself ?

please, [ name ] - i want to come.

do you have any idea how good you taste ?

you look so fucking good down there.

show me where it feels good, [ ... ] right there ?

faster ... fuck, i'm so close.

please, please, plea-

if you don't quiet down, everyone out there will know what we're doing.

say you're mine. shout it so everyone knows what we're doing in here.

don't stop, fuck, please don't stop-

i won't stop until you've come so hard your legs shake.

get on your knees for me, baby.

are you getting close ? i'm almost there–

fuck me like you hate me. pretend if you have to.

fuck me like you love me. pretend if you have to.

i love the sounds you make ... i can't get enough.

get yourself off ... i love watching you.

come for me. now.

grab your [ toy ], i'm about to rock your world.

please touch me. please, i'll do anything.

look how pretty you are when you're about to come.

we shouldn't ... ah, we shouldn't be doing this.

fuck, [ name ], i'm coming ... fuck-

tell me how badly you need [ it / me ].

you feel so fucking good.

please, i'm so close.

[ysdp]

from back rub to “just the tip” to rough sex

[xcassiopeiaa-deactivated2025090]

[flash-sweat]

[ lipbite ] sender bites down on receiver’s bottom lip while grinding against them - for Artorias, from @apifacture

It's been, perhaps, three weeks since the two of them first gave in to the growing tension between them, and began indulging in each other when the moments presented themselves.

Something Artorias noticed about Ciaran early on was that the woman was starving. She didn't say as much, of course; in the most private corners of his mind, he mused she didn't know as much. But each time they fell into one another, she kissed and touched and teased as though the sensation of him fulfilled her, sated her after a long and lonely famine.

So it is now, right there in his office: her skirt hiked up around her rolling grind, the press of her heat through panties against the rough expanse - and arching steel beneath - of his slacks. He feels devoured, the way her hands roam his shoulders and back, the way her thighs clasp tight against his hips; the way her teeth catch his bottom lip, near to draw blood.

"Miss me, love?" he chuckles; he can taste the growl she utters in response, tightening her hands in the dark curtain of his hair. "Sure feels like it - better to it or we're going to ruin our clothes..."

There's something about the consumption of one another, the partaking, that sparks the heat in him too, of course. There's any number of suspect bite marks along her shoulders, just past the sweep of where her favorite shirts would cover, that demonstrate his own desperate, worshipful hunger.

They need each other, he realizes, as she renews her bruising kiss, her stuttering grind. He's never felt anything like this - a deep, stomach-tight need. It's not enough. It's not enough. He needs more of her, and to give her more of him.

"Come on, love," he growls, one hand reaching down toward his zipper. "I need you now..."

[flash-sweat]

[ taste ] sender drops to their knees and starts kissing up the inside of receiver’s thighs - for Laurentius!

He is a man entirely unused to affection. Sex, certainly, growing up in the slums, you found messy little love stories all over the place; there had been men and women in his early adulthood who joined him in his little flat for an evening of the sort of haphazard catharsis typically achieved by trying to make hotel rooms - quick and evanescent comfort - out of people.

In almost every instance, they had been taking from one another, seeking something for themselves in the ruins of another person. It had almost all been detached, pragmatic, mechanical. (He didn't fault them for it, of course. They all knew, the way in he touched and ached and breathed - he'd fall in love far too easy, if the distances weren't clear and the boundaries firm.)

Here, in Anri's flat, sat with her in his lap on the edge of her bed, he sucks in a breath as her mouth leaves his, trails loving little whispers along his jawline, down across his neck. It's not until she reaches his bared chest that he realizes where she's going - what she's about to do.

Nobody had ever done that for him before.

"Anri, you don't have to--" he begins, one hand brushing roughened palm against the pale crown of her hair, but she meets his eyes and smiles.

"I want to," she murmurs, moon-splashed through her window, naked and warm and more loving than anyone he's ever known. "Laurentius..."

Another protest fractures into a growl of pleasure as her mouth reaches his stomach, then lower still - until she's knelt before him on on the floor, one hand seizing hold of his cock. He stares down, wide-eyed, entirely unsure of how to compose himself; the act seems worshipful, affectionate in a way he has never experienced. She wants to find her joy in his joy, her pleasure in his pleasure.

God, he loves her. He loves the way she giggles breathily at his reaction; he loves the little kisses she presses into his trembling thigh.

"Let me take care of you," she says, her breath warm and gentle against his skin.

All he can manage, body singing with the new and starbright sensation of being loved, is a nod.