[ The laugh makes him a little sour, but it's not as though he can deny her the gentle humour of it - she is permitted to be a little grouchy, considering he has been quite sour with her in return. Let her tease him and test him; in the end, they are both receiving more than enough pleasure from this shared evening.
More harm than I have. He ought to ask her what it is, exactly, that she is to do to him in the future, what ills await him, but pleasure is growing and warming him from the inside out - there is no denying just how desperate he is to completely lose himself to his pleasure.
Tilting his head back, he swallows the lump in his throat, the way that he feels almost overwhelmed by it, and before he can do anything more he is arching his back and coming, almost at her command.
It is almost too much, especially when she continues to move, his hips jerking just a little as he breathes out, breathless and sharp. ]
( Watching him fall apart is just as good as she thought it might be, and Pahja takes a moment to etch the image in her mind, the way his spine curves up, the soft sound that he makes as he breathes. It's perfect, Pahja thinks, and she could never ask for anything more.
She thrusts into him until he comes back to himself, slowing her thrusts and the drag of her hand until he is spent. Pahja doesn't pull out right away, instead leaning over him to kiss him -- soft, achingly so -- and brush his sweat-damp hair away from his face. He'll most likely have something sharp to say about that as well, so she rolls her hips once more as if to counter any pointed words, before sliding out and letting her hand fall from his cock. )
There. That wasn't so bad, was it?
( He really will throw her out now, she thinks, but she will manage. )
[ It feels like too much and he's sure that she is aware of it, the over sensitive drag of the cock he made her aching through his body and leaving him feeling as though he might well be falling apart. There's a sharp desperation about it, the way that despite having come he longs for more, and he has to shove it aside and leave himself the determination to not want more.
She slips back and moves away, almost as if entirely separating herself from him, and it makes him shift, his body reaching out to draw her close and tuck her against his body. Idly, he thinks he ought to have cleaned the two of them up before he leaned in like this, but it is too late for it now.
Instead, he leans in and kisses her before he tugs on her arms, pulling at her. ]
( He is handsome -- beautiful, even. Whether that's simply the result of grief and affection mingling with her own desire doesn't matter, she is simply content to be held close, to kiss him back as deeply as he deserves. Stubborn, stupid man that he is. )
What--
( She's taken aback, but her surprise only lasts for a moment before she allows him to guide her up. Pahja hadn't expected anything in return -- content to give him his pleasure and then be responsible for her own -- not because she thinks he would be an inattentive lover, but she hadn't wanted to presume, to ask him for anything he did not want to give or feel comfortable in giving.
Not that she is about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Or... well, have him have his mouth on her, as the case might be. Settling over him, she looks down -- a hand coming to rest in his hair. )
Are you certain?
( A stupid question, maybe, but one she feels like she must ask. )
[ What a foolish question. Emet-Selch shakes his head and shifts his position to grant himself a little more comfort as his arm wraps around her to hold her in place. It's easy to move his fingers and have the toy he made for her fall away - they can concern themselves with that particular clean up later - so that she is bared and ready for him instead.
As much as he enjoyed being taken, he wants to ensure that she is brought all the best of pleasures. He would not consider himself an expert in this, but he is adept enough that he can surely figure out what will fulfil her desires most assuredly.
His lips press gentle kisses to her thighs, eyes closing for a moment as he lets himself bask. ]
( The difference in their heights, their size, suddenly seems more pronounced now than it did moments before -- how easily he keeps her there; it sends a thrill through her that she'll ruminate over later. Once this has faded into her memory. )
Well, no-- ( And anything else she might say is dispelled as quickly as it comes with his lips on her thighs, warm and soft. They shake from the want that now floods through her; carefully banked so that she could see him break for her. And now that he has, well. ) Let's see how sharp your tongue can be.
( She does not want to overwhelm him at once, but cannot help but take him at his word, settling over him before lowing herself down -- thighs tight so she does not smother him completely. Unless he wants that, of course. His nose, somewhere in the process of finding something that works for both of them, presses up against her clit and the friction is enough to tear a small, shocked gasp from her. )
Oh--. ( It has been, she realizes, so long. Since Haurchefant, was it? And that was years ago. ) I'd forgotten--
( What it was like to want another, to be desired and pleasured in turn. )
[ It is not as though he has much in terms of proficiency with this, but it cannot be too difficult.
The movement of tongue and fingers, a not so idle dance; certainly he will have room to improve in future, but he will put himself to good use now. It would not do for his partner to leave unfulfilled, especially when she has offered him great pleasure, and he is doing all that he is able to ensure that she finds the evening as enjoyable as he has, in all senses of the term.
His fingers move along to grip the back of her thighs, up to her backside, and he lets himself touch the soft skin, enjoy the weight of her against his body. It is more pleasant than he had imagined, and he feels his lips twitch just a little.
The way she gasps is enough of an indication of where he ought to start, so he does so: his tongue drags along her as he holds on, finding her clit and beginning to press against it, to test the waters of her sensitivity and seek the best destination going forward. ]
( Pahja has never been concerned with the skill of her lovers, preferring more that they were enthusiastic -- she could tell him that, but knows better than to further prodding may end poorly for both of them. So instead she simply allows herself to feel and not think. She has done far too much of that lately, and --- perhaps she should just enjoy the moment.
His touch is firm, warm, stronger than she expected it to be. Allowing herself to relax is difficult, but he make it easier -- Pahja gives herself over to him, to the feeling. His tongue is right where she wants it for now; the harder he presses against her clit the louder she gets, gasping gentle encouragement before moaning. )
Quick learner. ( She says by way of praise, biting her lip to hold her hips still and not overwhelm him. ) I don't know how long--
( She'll last, given how wonderful it was fucking him, how tight her own body is, how long it's been since someone last touched her. )
[ His ego might not be able to well take any criticism of his abilities, not when he has been so thoroughly ruined by her own: Pahja has certainly unlocked desire within him and left Emet-Selch feeling as though he has been scooped from the inside out. It is difficult to focus, but he has no intention of pausing.
There is no reason for Emet-Selch to be unkind to her - or, perhaps, in this case, no reason need be overly kind when it is so clear what she wants. He will give it to her without hesitation, and it will please them both: she was satisfied with his own pleasure and he will be well satisfied by hers.
The praise makes him feel good, and he shifts his weight to hold her with a touch more gentleness, letting her shift and move against him, to use him how she wants. He cannot really reply when she is occupying his tongue so well, but he hums against her in appreciation.
( The vibration of the hum itself pulls another gasp, another moan from her -- his touch changes, and it is enough to make her want to cry. How can he be so gentle with her when she will ruin him, his plans, destroy him? It's unfair.
Pahja blinks away her tears, swallowing the weight in her throat and letting herself moan louder, shifting her hips against his face with a desperate eagerness. Every press of his tongue against her clit has her shaking, one of her hands coming down to card through his hair, encouraging. )
Like that, Emet-Selch. If you want to use fingers, or your tongue-- you can, you can-- ( She is gentle with her direction, never wanting to shame him or make him feel as if she's chiding him. ) It's good, you're good, you really are--
[ A part of him thinks he ought to feel a little more sour about the fact that she is praising him so highly - he knows he is likely not as skilled as her previous lovers, does not have the practice that they might.
The fact that she remains so vocal does make him feel better about himself, though, and he presses up further, letting his tongue flick, and his fingers move to join him.
One finger slips inside her, his tongue pressing forward to go alongside it. ]
( Skill hardly matters, for Pahja is more keen on a partner's enthusiasm than any skill they may or may not have. Having sex is supposed to be fun, she always would say, and it's silly and messy -- nothing can be perfect when that's the case.
She'd say so, really, she would! But hopefully a sharp cry of want is reward enough as his finger presses in, as his tongue presses against her -- it's enough to wring out more sounds as he continues to move, her hand going to cord through his hair to keep him there. )
Emet-- ( What can she say? ) Please, more -- I won't break, I promise, and I need-- ( A breath, shaky. ) I need you.
[ The very fact that she is so clearly enjoying herself spins Emet-Selch into a new kind of heat, a warmth that he had not dared suggest or thought of before now: there is something to be said for the sheer joy of bringing pleasure to a partner, and he did not think it would be so... Heavy.
The sounds she is making are delicious, makes him feel a stirring inside himself, and he has to focus a little more to make sure he does not lose himself to the feeling.
His fingers move more, pressing into her, a second and then, eventually, a third, to give her all that she might desire and draw her pleasure from her, to have her break for him. ]
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More harm than I have. He ought to ask her what it is, exactly, that she is to do to him in the future, what ills await him, but pleasure is growing and warming him from the inside out - there is no denying just how desperate he is to completely lose himself to his pleasure.
Tilting his head back, he swallows the lump in his throat, the way that he feels almost overwhelmed by it, and before he can do anything more he is arching his back and coming, almost at her command.
It is almost too much, especially when she continues to move, his hips jerking just a little as he breathes out, breathless and sharp. ]
Oh...
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She thrusts into him until he comes back to himself, slowing her thrusts and the drag of her hand until he is spent. Pahja doesn't pull out right away, instead leaning over him to kiss him -- soft, achingly so -- and brush his sweat-damp hair away from his face. He'll most likely have something sharp to say about that as well, so she rolls her hips once more as if to counter any pointed words, before sliding out and letting her hand fall from his cock. )
There. That wasn't so bad, was it?
( He really will throw her out now, she thinks, but she will manage. )
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She slips back and moves away, almost as if entirely separating herself from him, and it makes him shift, his body reaching out to draw her close and tuck her against his body. Idly, he thinks he ought to have cleaned the two of them up before he leaned in like this, but it is too late for it now.
Instead, he leans in and kisses her before he tugs on her arms, pulling at her. ]
Up.
[ Sit on his face, Pahja. ]
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What--
( She's taken aback, but her surprise only lasts for a moment before she allows him to guide her up. Pahja hadn't expected anything in return -- content to give him his pleasure and then be responsible for her own -- not because she thinks he would be an inattentive lover, but she hadn't wanted to presume, to ask him for anything he did not want to give or feel comfortable in giving.
Not that she is about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Or... well, have him have his mouth on her, as the case might be. Settling over him, she looks down -- a hand coming to rest in his hair. )
Are you certain?
( A stupid question, maybe, but one she feels like she must ask. )
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[ What a foolish question. Emet-Selch shakes his head and shifts his position to grant himself a little more comfort as his arm wraps around her to hold her in place. It's easy to move his fingers and have the toy he made for her fall away - they can concern themselves with that particular clean up later - so that she is bared and ready for him instead.
As much as he enjoyed being taken, he wants to ensure that she is brought all the best of pleasures. He would not consider himself an expert in this, but he is adept enough that he can surely figure out what will fulfil her desires most assuredly.
His lips press gentle kisses to her thighs, eyes closing for a moment as he lets himself bask. ]
Make good use of me, Pahja.
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Well, no-- ( And anything else she might say is dispelled as quickly as it comes with his lips on her thighs, warm and soft. They shake from the want that now floods through her; carefully banked so that she could see him break for her. And now that he has, well. ) Let's see how sharp your tongue can be.
( She does not want to overwhelm him at once, but cannot help but take him at his word, settling over him before lowing herself down -- thighs tight so she does not smother him completely. Unless he wants that, of course. His nose, somewhere in the process of finding something that works for both of them, presses up against her clit and the friction is enough to tear a small, shocked gasp from her. )
Oh--. ( It has been, she realizes, so long. Since Haurchefant, was it? And that was years ago. ) I'd forgotten--
( What it was like to want another, to be desired and pleasured in turn. )
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[ It is not as though he has much in terms of proficiency with this, but it cannot be too difficult.
The movement of tongue and fingers, a not so idle dance; certainly he will have room to improve in future, but he will put himself to good use now. It would not do for his partner to leave unfulfilled, especially when she has offered him great pleasure, and he is doing all that he is able to ensure that she finds the evening as enjoyable as he has, in all senses of the term.
His fingers move along to grip the back of her thighs, up to her backside, and he lets himself touch the soft skin, enjoy the weight of her against his body. It is more pleasant than he had imagined, and he feels his lips twitch just a little.
The way she gasps is enough of an indication of where he ought to start, so he does so: his tongue drags along her as he holds on, finding her clit and beginning to press against it, to test the waters of her sensitivity and seek the best destination going forward. ]
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His touch is firm, warm, stronger than she expected it to be. Allowing herself to relax is difficult, but he make it easier -- Pahja gives herself over to him, to the feeling. His tongue is right where she wants it for now; the harder he presses against her clit the louder she gets, gasping gentle encouragement before moaning. )
Quick learner. ( She says by way of praise, biting her lip to hold her hips still and not overwhelm him. ) I don't know how long--
( She'll last, given how wonderful it was fucking him, how tight her own body is, how long it's been since someone last touched her. )
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There is no reason for Emet-Selch to be unkind to her - or, perhaps, in this case, no reason need be overly kind when it is so clear what she wants. He will give it to her without hesitation, and it will please them both: she was satisfied with his own pleasure and he will be well satisfied by hers.
The praise makes him feel good, and he shifts his weight to hold her with a touch more gentleness, letting her shift and move against him, to use him how she wants. He cannot really reply when she is occupying his tongue so well, but he hums against her in appreciation.
She is truly remarkable. ]
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Pahja blinks away her tears, swallowing the weight in her throat and letting herself moan louder, shifting her hips against his face with a desperate eagerness. Every press of his tongue against her clit has her shaking, one of her hands coming down to card through his hair, encouraging. )
Like that, Emet-Selch. If you want to use fingers, or your tongue-- you can, you can-- ( She is gentle with her direction, never wanting to shame him or make him feel as if she's chiding him. ) It's good, you're good, you really are--
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The fact that she remains so vocal does make him feel better about himself, though, and he presses up further, letting his tongue flick, and his fingers move to join him.
One finger slips inside her, his tongue pressing forward to go alongside it. ]
tsundere baby time
She'd say so, really, she would! But hopefully a sharp cry of want is reward enough as his finger presses in, as his tongue presses against her -- it's enough to wring out more sounds as he continues to move, her hand going to cord through his hair to keep him there. )
Emet-- ( What can she say? ) Please, more -- I won't break, I promise, and I need-- ( A breath, shaky. ) I need you.
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The sounds she is making are delicious, makes him feel a stirring inside himself, and he has to focus a little more to make sure he does not lose himself to the feeling.
His fingers move more, pressing into her, a second and then, eventually, a third, to give her all that she might desire and draw her pleasure from her, to have her break for him. ]