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[ He thought Venti would like that; Valor certainly had, and it just seems like a vampire thing. ] [ And he could heal it, but instead he's going to just. Paint his lips with a little more blood. ]

Thoughtful.

[ All but purred. He tips his head back, exposing more neck just because he can, even as he strums the feathers again. ]

So, you wanna go first? [ Lingering stroke. ] Or second.

[ Because he is — not particular, just at the moment. The nymph is all simmering contentment and sweet anticipation, and he might really enjoy both ways pretty much equally. ]

[ With some reluctance (the touch on his wings feels -- good, foreign, almost. Did he ever show his wings to humans he bedded back home . . .?), Venti slips off his lap, landing in a kneel on the ground before the bench. Coaxes Lupine's thighs farther apart. ]

I'm the one paying back a meal, remember?

[ Allowing that, if absolutely also while making note of the hesitation. The shirt-dress is basically already open, just a few buttons at the bottom still buttoned, but he also has very little on under it; just the bikini briefs. ]

Mmm, if you say so. [ His eyes have gone darker though, anticipation. Watching. ] Kind of seems to me like you're getting two meals for the price of one.

What, you didn't know? I'm very greedy.

[ He tugs the top of the right stocking down, resting his cheek against the bared skin there. His other hand makes quick work of the remaining buttons, lest they get in his way. ]

That's actually lucky for you though, isn't it?

[ His eyes lid. Lifts his hips easily to make Venti's work a little easier, a shivering breath out. ]

Oh, I didn't say I wasn't — appreciative.

[ So helpful! Thank you!

Venti grins at the reaction, hooking one finger in the hem of the briefs to tug them down just enough to free Lupine's length. No need to go through the hassle of removing them completely, it seems. ]

Ehe, save your appreciation for later.

[ The softest hiss from the friction, an abortive rock of his hips. Grins down at Venti, more than a little breathless. ]

What if I'm just very sure you're gonna live up to it?

[ Well, hopefully that's true!

He winks, fingers digging into the tops of his thighs, just above the stockings. That's all the warning Lupine gets before Venti takes his entire length into his mouth, all the way to the base.

No gag reflex whatsoever. ]

[ Yeah, holy fuck, already feeling pretty justified in that guess. And despite having asked about exactly this, his reflex is still to do the polite thing; white-knuckled grip on the bench to stop the way his back arches from turning into a thrust, haah. ]

[ Now, now. That's very kind and all, but maybe the thrill is in getting wrecked a little.

He giggles despite his mouth being quite occupied (that's something of a unique sensation, isn't it?). His hands release Lupine's thighs altogether, giving him full freedom of movement, a sharp wave of suction communicating a wordless hint. C'moooon. ]

[ Yeah, laughter like this is just — vibration, and again his instinct is to grip the bench even harder and stay still, but after a few rapid heartbeats he remembers — and lets out a breathless laugh of his own.

Husky, ]

Right. My... mistake.

[ This is a hard thrust, hips rocking up, and at the same time he frees up a hand, gets one of those cute little braids wound around his fingers, and yanks. ]

[ That's better.

Venti swallows reflexively, but with no gag reflex, well . . . this is the world's most seamless throatfuck. (The braids are even perfectly situated for this purpose!) His brows pinch together, a low sound rumbling out of his chest at the shock to his throat, his scalp -- and the blue-ombre hair curled around Lupine's fingers briefly flashes a brilliant, other-worldly blue before fading again.

He's not satisfied with idle hands, though, opting to stroke them down the back of Lupine's stockinged calves instead. ]

[ He might have something to say, or at least ask, about that hair color change, but his eyes were rolled back in his skull at the time, so. ] [ Fuck, Venti, that's so damned good, almost too good, and a strangled noise spills out of him as he arches into it for a long taut moment, but to his credit he adjusts. Almost manages something verging on speech before he just laughs again thickly and thrusts in again, again, smoothing out, finding a rhythm.

Once he's got himself more under control, he focuses his eyes back down on Venti's face, and hell if that isn't a very pretty picture. Panting.

(Is not, by default, very loud during sex. He keeps choking himself off, and he'll bite his fist if he has to before he even completely realizes he's doing it.) (But, well, if Venti clearly wanted it, the nymphbrain would probably be very cooperative right now.) ]

[ Surely Lupine should know better -- don't performers live off the adulation of their audience?

So Venti tries to overpower his self-control -- he drags his nails down Lupine's inner thighs, the roll of Lupine's hips driving his skin harder into the sting of it. He drags his tongue along Lupine's length, purses his lips for just the right amount of suction as he nearly pulls out. And since he suspects Lupine might like it, offers a needy, breathy gasp each time his mouth is filled or his hair is pulled. ]

[ Hey, if it were a conscious choice, sure — but that extra burst of sensation, the pressure, are both...

Well, they're appreciated, and he definitely stiffens responsively, even if his reflex is still to bite harder to keep himself quiet, for whatever reason—

—but the noises Venti starts making bring him up short. ]

[ And it's... look, all that noise is very pretty. Just like Venti himself. A very pretty picture on his knees, mouth stretched sweetly. Putting on a show.

But man, if those noises are just for his benefit— ]

[ (He doesn't know, he just — feels like he's back in the maid cafe.) (He'd so much rather have a wicked, unaffected smirk than even the most convincing imitation of hunger Venti doesn't actually feel.) ]

[ —but if Lupine would have said something anyway, he can't even begin to speak up without first unclenching his jaw, and then suddenly he's... very aware of how hard he's working to keep himself quiet. Which. Well. ] [ A — slightly choked sound that might have been a laugh. He lets his head fall back, his eyes slip shut. Relaxes. ]

Trying — to tell me something, there?

[ Silly boy. As if being desired isn't what he desires, at all times, like the bratty attention vampire that he is. Even the most perfunctory glance will confirm that it's all definitely a turn-on for him.

He pulls back, but only enough that he can speak, lips still pressed against Lupine's length. ]

You're holding back on me.

[ He's a little breathless, his pretty singer's voice utterly wrecked from having his throat abused. ]

I love listening to others sing more than anything. ♪

[ Good, that's all... very good, and he's relaxing a little to confirm it, right up until Venti's actually speaking. ] [ A choked-off something, it definitely began its life as a laugh but there's a keening note in it now. Lupine works to focus his eyes on Venti's face. ]

Yeah, I guess I — was.

[ Fingers slowly digging into Venti's hair, not just the braids this time but cradling the back of his head. ]

Sorry. [ Eyebrows lift, playful. ] Maybe it's stage fright.

[ The tip of his tongue flicking out to just barely wet his lips. Smirk. ]

Or maybe you need to try harder.

[ The nymph wants to give you want you want, Venti, but he kind of thinks this is part of that. ]

[ He cants his head just slightly, eyes lidded, grin taking on an edge at the challenge. ]

Getting cheeky with the person whose teeth are this close to your dick is certainly daring.

[ He sits back slightly, but not because he's disengaging. Both hands remain on Lupine's thighs. ]

If you want something a little more, why don't you slide off the bench for me?

[ His eyebrows sweep up, almost elegant, but he likes that smile too much to even pause. Shifts his weight, then lifts himself easily with the hand not in Venti's hair. ]

Sure. [ An inch or two forward, following Venti's non-retreat. Huskier, ] Just say when.

[ Being a bit of a smartass, maybe, but he can and will just hold himself right at the edge of the bench, in the air, seemingly unconcerned except the way his eyes rake over Venti's face. Like this? Is this how you want him? Good enough access for whatever you're planning?

Because if you wanted him on his knees in the alley, he'd go there. ]

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