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I so do not give a damn. [ She sucks some skin into her mouth and drags it through her teeth, and neither of her hands can keep still ] Just hurry so I can wreck your concentration.

[ hnghshit that's very compelling— ]

My place it is.

[ He can't go any faster than he was already going, but he does shift his grip on her, and it's really only a couple of minutes before he brings them in for a landing.

Absolutely the least subtle exit from a game tower Of All Time, but he doesn't care, either. It's good they beat the rush, right over to the elevator banks— ]

[ Fine, his place, literally anywhere will work as long as it's private enough, and even that's becoming negotiable. ]

[ She manages to keep her hands to herself for the entirety of the lobby, but as soon as the elevator button's pressed she's going to step in close and yank him into a hard, hungry kiss. The hell with whatever anyone in his dorm thinks. (And yes, it's good they don't have to get to the 8th floor, they'd be nearly undressed by then if she had a thing to say about it ]

[ Oh, he's very amenable to that, he meets the kiss eagerly, if a little distracted for the first few seconds by needing to tuck his wings in to fit in the elevator.

Ping it goes as they reach floor LL, and with a husky laugh into her mouth he draws her back with him, out of the elevator. Glad he didn't lose his clothes, he gets his phone out and fumbles it sightlessly in front of the sensor without ever really letting go of her, and his tail curls up around her waist, drawing her in. ]

Almost there, shit.

[ Kind of can't believe how hot she is right now, and it's definitely not all for him and he definitely does not care, into the dorm, a beeline for his door. ]

[ She huffs a laugh as they dance their way across the living area, refusing to put an inch more space between them than strictly necessary. She can imagine the trail of flower petals they're leaving behind and what the rest of the LiliS residents might think when it leads right to Lupine's door. ]

[ As soon as the door's on its way to shut she's all over him, tugging him toward -- she hasn't actually bothered to look around, but there's a dresser or a wall or a bed or something that will suffice, surely -- kissing him with near-desperation punctuated by panting breaths. One leg curls around his hip, if he wants to lift her up or get one of them on their back she'll make it a matching set, her moss-and-flower dress accommodating enough to hitch up and out of the way. ]

[ The hand that's not clutching him close closes around that fascinating tail where it's looped around her waist and follows it up to where it vanishes into his back. She certainly plans to give that tail, those wings, some proper attention, she just really needs to get fucked first if that works for him ]

[ There's a bed, yes — around twice the standard size, as all LiliS beds are — and a rack on one of the walls for his sword. But that's it as far as furniture or decorations go. He's been thinking of adding some sort of planter, but... it would definitely be utilitarian. ] [ The door's not even closed before she's kissing him so hungrily, right up in his space, and Lupine starts to say something but chokes himself off when she strokes his tail. The skin's different to the touch, a smooth leathery texture, and a shade warmer than the rest of him. ]

Man, you are really into this.

[ Which he says not as a complaint, not as a tease, more in breathy wonder, and he is very quickly gonna guide her back towards the bed, stripping kind of urgently as they go without ever completely breaking the kiss.

Toeing off his boots, leggings and boxer briefs down then off in one motion, and he'll leave the tank on for now unless she rips it off him because that's gonna take some careful wing maneuvering, and his patience level right now is almost as close to zero as hers. ]

You have no idea [ she says in one legato breath as that's all she can spare for words. If she'd had her way they'd have been doing this on the floor of the Game Tower, with the way her mind is a sharp trill of yesyesyes it's a miracle she was so comparatively patient. ]

[ She perches on the edge of the mattress and reaches down to see what can be done about the moss-flower coverings, and finds that as she touches the "hem" it recedes beneath her touch. So she slides both hands along her body from hips to shoulders and vanishes all that covering foliage, leaving behind skin that's smooth and pliant like a new-grown shoot, dotted here and there with blossoms. (If she could spare a thought she'd wonder if maybe she can stay like this awhile, that's sure convenient.) ]

[ Her legs wrap his waist to pull him closer, ankles hooked at the small of his back near where that tail starts, one hand planted in the mattress and one reaching out to grab that loose braid and reel him in (tugging, yes). She'd have to shift some branches around to stretch out on her back, or right here is perfect if it's a height he can work with, or she can flip on top of him, or absolutely anything, she needs him so badly she's aching, just -- now ]

[ His lips are curving up as he watches her get her 'dress' out of the way, silvered eyes going dark. Damn, Zari.

He wants to tease her again, maybe suggest that there must be something about sakura trees he doesn't know, but then she's pulling him closer by the hair, and hell if the urgency isn't kind of contagious. Bites his mouth shut on it and focuses on ducking his head to kiss the side of her neck while his hands find her hips.

If he'd known she was quite this impatient, he would absolutely have picked 'wall' for the flat surface to fuck her into, but right now he's just going to guide one of her legs up, either her knee to hook around his ribcage or up over his shoulder — whichever she likes better — while with the thumb of his other hand he oh fuck, she's so wet. ]

Z, Zari.

[ This barely even qualifies as a pause, he's slowly spreading her on his fingers, but his voice sure does sound wrecked even to his own ears. ]

[ Impatient is certainly the word, so much that his shifting her legs (ribcage, only because she'd rather not fret with branches in order to recline further) and kissing her neck are almost frustrating, the slick of his fingers sliding over her more tease than gratifying -- doesn't stop her from shifting against his hand or making a soft whine that's not entirely impatience. ]

[ The hand she has pinioned in the mattress presses her towards him, her other releases his hair to instead favor his wing, her fingertips finding its base near his shoulder blades and stroking along those boney fingers in a way that will hopefully be motivating. In case it isn't, she looses a breathy whimper, not entirely on purpose, that makes perfectly clear what she's waiting for. Her legs try to curl him closer, hips canting up, face flushed and pleading. ]

[ It's hard not to just get stuck on her face, the expression there, and for a second he really does hesitate — really does have to wonder if her team wound up with an extra bean that got lost in the shuffle — but her body language is clear and the touch to the base of his wing shudders through him really distractingly, and. And okay.

Husky, even as he brings their hips together, very slick fingers lining his cock up just right, ]

If I do anything you don't like, or if you change your mind — I swear I'll stop, right away—

[ (And he means that, he will freeze and pull out.) (If whatever this is wears off partway through...)
(But he's also pushing in now and—) ]

[ It takes her a moment to process his words -- why would she ever want something so absurd as him stopping? -- but, in a flash she has it, why he must worry, a little, about her consent. Later, she'll find it sweet. ]

[ But now, she only has interest in showing him that there's not only no need for such careful posturing, but no need for anything careful at all. As he presses into her she yanks on him with her legs and uses her leverage on the bed to lurch forward, sighing with relief as she pulls him into her fully. Her legs let up so he can move when he's ready, encouraged by her hand pushing on the back of his shoulder and the urgent rocking of her hips. ]

Definitely don't stop.

[ Yeah, that is — extremely clear, and also fuck, he sinks into her all at once, groaning through his teeth at the intensity. It's — she always feels good, this always feels good, but he is only distantly aware of anything right now except that hot sweet wet clench all around him, shit.

He's less aware, for example, of the way it shivers through his wings, has them flare open, or the way his tail goes taut; all he really notices about any of that is that it's suddenly easier to balance like this.

Easier to drag his own hips back and shove home hard, gasping into the side of her neck. ]

[ His wings snapping open draws her attention with almost painful acuity; she draws her fingertips across as much of that flexed, leathery skin as she can reach, rolls her hand so her knuckles drag along the bony parts and down to their swooping underside, which she follows until it meets his human skin again at his shoulder -- at which point he drives into her and she has to grasp at his back again, a strangled moan escaping against one of his horns where it meets his temple. ]

[ She puts her weight into her hand to move with him, panting into his hair, hazy in a way that is entirely unfamiliar and incredible. Her racing heart is so loud in her ears that she has to make efforts to listen for his, hoping this fog of lust is at least a bit infectious. She'd still like to show him a good time, even as perfectly, shamelessly selfish as she is presently, and it's good she made a point of it now because her awareness of anything except the delicious friction between them is rapidly fraying and she has no desire to even try to keep herself held together. ]

[ sh, shit ] [ Literally infectious, he doesn't know, but it is so hot that it feels pretty close, and the wings are so — very — sensitive, rippling under her touch.

He'll get an arm under her to help support her if she starts to melt, but right now he's just — burying his head, his teeth in her shoulder, short rapid thrusts so that he doesn't have to completely pull out.

(It feels different already, because of course it does.) (They always have a good time, but he's never felt like she really needed it — more like she was enjoying the sensations for what they were, enjoying his pleasure — and right now...) ]

[ No need to support, she melts like an erupting volcano melts, hips hammering in frantic counterpoint, groaning at the stinging burn of this teeth on her. ]

[ Her short-winded breaths start to carry a whisper of sound, as though she can't contain what she's feeling and it's spilling out. She pulls taut, a piano wire overtuned and half a turn from snapping; those little sounds he's driving out of her increase in pitch and frequency and the way she moves shifts from being enthusiastically responsive to unquestionably hedonistic. ]

[ Startling and violent as a sudden squall, her climax sends her lurching off the mattress altogether, less grappling him in tight than leaping into his arms, testing his balance as she's yanked against him. A sharp, bitten sound is muffled against his hair as she clutches him and all-over shudders: arms, legs, inside herself. ]

[ -- And sakura petals flutter down around them like confetti. Achievement Unlocked! (Hopefully she didn't just knock him on his ass; sorry Lupine, she does nothing halfway.) ]

[ Even with everything else she's been radiating, he wasn't expecting that, and it pulls him hard over the edge with her, mostly from pleasure and sensation but also more than a little bit from surprise, eyes blown wide.

Absolutely he would've been thrown back, but the tail and the enormous wings have given him a lot of counterbalance today: the former flare out instinctively, the tail braces against the floor, and he manages to stay on the bed with her, shivering tautly, already trying to find the coherency to ask her what the hell that was—

—and then there's petal confetti, and very much in spite of himself his shoulders shake with a low rumbly laugh deep in his chest. Presses a soft kiss to the side of her neck. ]

[ She'd have laughed too as the petals fluttered down, but it comes out as more of a drawn-out humming, smiling lazily when he kisses her. Then she melts in a more traditional sense, sliding onto the bed and stretching out, graceful as ever but deeply relaxed in a way that is nigh impossible, even in her sleep. ]

Well, damn. [ Equal parts amused and dazed ]

[ Hopefully that explains what just happened well enough for him, she doesn't really want to have to think in complete sentences for another minute. ]

[ He might like more of an explanation, but he can guess she doesn't have all that much more right now. Letting her withdraw from him, watching her sink into the mattress, his lips curving up. ]

Someone's gonna be disappointed when this wears off.

[ Playful. He runs a fingertip lightly down her flank, marveling privately at the almost-barklike texture of the skin that wasn't underneath her quasi-dress. He could nap, too, really, but first he's gonna try and fold his wings down, very carefully, so that he can get out of the tank top. ]

[ He's out of his gorgeous, winged little mind if he thinks he's getting any rest anytime soon. But she's not about to complain about losing the shirt, so she sits up (oh hey, she can get on her back, the branches moved out of the way or receded without her even thinking about it) and stretches languidly. ]

Need a hand with that?

[ She has some wits about her now, if he actually wants any further discussion; she'd have thought it was quite obvious. The intensity didn't surprise her much, even if she couldn't have said she expected it; she's super strong and she lost control for a second there, of course it was A Lot. They're both lucky he's as strong as he is and had the wings and tail to balance him out. ]

[ Look, he thought that sated spread meant something else, but he is entirely happy to be wrong. ] [ Pauses, in fact, with the tank up around his chest, and grins. ]

—Hi there. [ Getting the tank over his own head and arms, so it's just on the wings, his eyes trail over her appreciatively. ] I've got this, but...

[ One knee on the bed as he continues to work his wings free. ]

You're okay?

[ A definite eye on those wings as they maneuver, but not as frantic as a bit ago. She laughs at his question, lower and less bubbly than her usual ]

I definitely am. [ He's got to at least be joking a little bit, right? But now he knows why she keeps such a tight hold on her self-control. ] I'm not sure if I should apologize for almost knocking you over but I'm really not that sorry just yet.

-- And I'm not done with you either, for the record. [ She's a vampire queen in a candy store, and he's seen how she gets about sweets. But she's not going to distract him while he's getting clothing over his wings -- unless he takes too long, then she absolutely will. ]

[ There're lots of ways to be okay. ] [ A slightly startled laugh. ]

I mean, you didn't knock me back, and I'd be okay even if you had, so. That's all good, far as I'm concerned.

[ And he's just successfully getting his wings free when she adds that second bit, so. There's the smallest pause before he grins broadly at her and spreads them in a high overhead stretch. ]

You don't say.

I can only hope you see the potential balance upset as being for a worthy cause. [ Someone who never gets off being able to do so seems like the sort of thing he'd be understanding about. And speaking of, ]

I do say. C'mere. [ She slides over to make room for him on the bed (there was plenty of room but she wants him close) and if he does so, she leans into his space with her arms draped around him. ]

Let me see those. [ Wings, tail, both -- angle them on this way if you please. ]

When you put it that way.

[ Absolutely. Warm with affection, but there's also some heat edging back into his voice, his gaze. He moves obligingly, chuckling when she unapologetically asks for more status ailment.

The wings arc in over her, into reach, and his tail snakes around one of her legs, which — hey, that's pretty dexterous, huh. .......Lips curving up as he looks back at it. ]

[ Her shamelessness can't possibly be anything like a surprise, even if her reaction to these specific game changes might be. She grins at him, knowing exactly how demanding she's being and not caring one whit. ] I know, I'm a total cliché. I'll pretend to give a damn about it later. [ A vampire hot for bat wings, honestly -- she'd have railed against the very idea if she weren't so ridiculously turned on by it. ]

[ One hand reaches up to explore one of his wings further, going over and across that stretched leathery skin and tracing every bump along the bony outcroppings, and her other hand slides along his tail, running her palm along its length, then curling her fingers around it. Assuming he'll oblige, the hand on his wing will tug it down so she can get the wingtip into her mouth, not giving a damn how weird it might look; her mouth and fangs are sensitive, and so are those wings evidently, so. ]

[ Her hands and mouth might be happily occupied, but the rest of her is perfectly available if he's so inclined. ]

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