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[ 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. ]

[ He was honestly distracted thinking about the tail, but his attention returns to her face readily enough — and then he headtilts, just a little, because vamp lore isn't right at the forefront of his brain — but, uh, then she's tugging part of his wing, the bony hook, into her mouth, and...

Yeah, the tail twitches responsively under her hand, and he does his damnedest not to let the wing move but it still shudders, fuck. Her mouth really is soft like this, too, soft and hot and wet and yielding and okay he's not thinking about her mouth so much.

A very — breathy noise, he has to grit his teeth and try again. ]

Damn, Zari.

[ Maybe he would've said more, but he really can't be bothered; dropping his head to her shoulder, the strange texture of the not-quite-bark, while one of his hands finds her hip and the much softer skin there. Hnnn, he really wants— ]

Mind if I have a taste.

[ He knows she was too impatient earlier for anything resembling foreplay, but he's only most of the way ready for another round, and he'd like to see if her — responsiveness — extends to other kinds of pleasure. ]

[ Between the way that wing shivers and that sound he makes she practically purrs against that wingtip -- at least he doesn't find this off-putting, though she can't say how much it would matter if he did. Her petal-textured tongue takes its time working over that hook, not shying away from the sharpness of it, and testing her fangs against it in turn. ]

[ She chuckles when he asks permission -- goodness, hasn't she made herself clear? -- but it's not amiss she supposes, better to ask than assume. She reluctantly slides her hand off his wing to find the back of his neck, rubbing gently beneath his hair and then giving him a little push downward. That's as much communication as he's going to get because she's not going to do something as silly as stop mouthing at his wingtip, and she sucks hard on it as if to make that point exactly. ]

[ If he moves off her shoulder she'll shift to recline further onto the mattress, hoping that his wing is flexible enough to keep right where it is, and she likewise keeps her hand stroking his tail unless it's pulled away for not being long enough. ]

[ Yeah, off-putting is — deeply not the word, even as strange as it is for parts he didn't have before today to have sensation in them at all, much less so intensely. ] [ She's made herself clear in a lot of ways, but mostly he wanted to be sure this wasn't just... more frustrating, even as an idea, than it was fun. His lips curve up as he feels her push, and he lets his lips trail down her skin.

The wings are definitely flexible enough; they and the tail have more than enough reach, and he is distractedly flexing them in a way that keeps the wingtip very much in fuck, that suction.

Lupine ducks his head, smothering the noise that spills out of him by pressing his lips to her skin, but he's almost there and — hnn, another inch before he finds her, so wet and so damned ready. His tongue works her open immediately. ]

[ She slips onto her back, tugging that wing along with her and having a delightful time with it, rolling her tongue over the sharp of that boned hook and not minding a bit if it draws blood. One knee slips over his shoulder, the other falls to the side, she doesn't want to squeeze too much if he get her off again -- when, she mentally corrects, there's no mistaking the way she all-over tenses at the touch of his mouth. ]

[ He should get to play a little more before she goes off, at least, since she relaxes once the surprise settles. She moans into his wingtip, low and indulgent, finding this hazy feeling quite agreeable. Soon enough she might be breathing hard enough to need her mouth free so she makes use of it while she can, her fangs scrape along that wingtip, and her nails along his tail. Her free hand strokes what of the rest of his wing she can reach, her touch light and curious, trying to get it to shiver some more. ]

[ Yeah, wing and tail are very responsive to all of that, twitching and shivering and — and he smothers a hungry noise into her, licking and sucking the eager wet out of her.

His tongue spreads her, laps at her, before his teeth find her clit. It'd be too much for a lot of people, but she's so strong and he's honestly still used to being able to spend a while nipping and suckling here while she just sighs, soft and content more than needing. ]

[ When she feels his teeth she twists her head to release his wingtip so she doesn't bite it too hard to be comfortable, the hand on his tail squeezes down before she can think to let go. Where has that been all this time, hm? ]

[ Nothing soft about her just now, not her arched back or her grip twisting his hair or the sharp, needy sounds she makes with her mouth free. She didn't ask (or care) if LiliS rooms are soundproofed like many other dorms are, but if they're not then she can probably be heard on the elevator. ]

[ Somewhere between his wingtip slipping free of her petal-soft lips and the squeeze, he shivers hard again, a breathless noise muffled against her, which keens a little in response to the sounds she's making, fuck.

He eases back, but his tail flicks against her leg, the spade tip brushing her thigh, as he tries to find her face. ]

That good? [ Maybe the tiniest teasing edge. Doesn't normally have concerns about his stamina, really, but he can't say he doesn't appreciate having the shoe on the other foot for the time being. Spreading her already on his fingers, seeking her clit with his thumb to circle sweetly. ] Damn, but it's hot to see you like this.

What a stupid question. [ She can't even be mad about the teasing, goodness knows she's done the same. She pushes up onto her elbows so she can favor him with an arch glance -- at least, as much of one as she can manage when she's pleasantly breathless. She doesn't perspire much normally and in this dryad form it's even less, but the flush on her face perfectly compliments her pink sakura petals and, even more evident, she's radiating wanton satisfaction. ]

[ At this touch her head falls back and she makes another of those sounds she can't help (and sees no reason to), one arm flashing out so she can clutch at the bedsheets. It takes her a long moment to right herself and even longer to find some breath that isn't better used for making her appreciation of his hand quite obvious. ]

Get up here and enjoy it. [ In her book there's nothing better than watching someone fall apart because of you, so she can imagine he might watch to watch her. And she's anything but shy about it; this isn't something she can do every day, very unfortunately, best make the most of it. ]

[ There's this little beat of hesitation, and then he's grinning at himself. Amused by how torn he is. ]

You say that like I'm not enjoying myself just fine right here. [ Purr. He dips his head again, kissing the strange grooved skin of one thigh while he applies a little more pressure to her clit with the next circle of his thumb. ] Trust me: I am.

[ He really wouldn't usually hesitate. He likes oral, receiving but also very much giving — he's too much of a natural born performer not to love the noises, the way his partners squirm and gasp and arch... but he can get a lot of the same reactions from more mutual, simultaneous things, and she's telling him to fuck her.

If it weren't for the fact that yeah, this isn't something he can do for her (to her) every day... ]

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[ Another sharp sound as his hand moves, and she bites off what was definitely the start of something very dirty. Just leaving her to hang while he has this extended internal debate is infuriating and she can't stop thinking about his tongue piercing and -- ]

Just -- pick one. [ She manages a veneer of amusement around her impatience, at least, self-deprecating for sure. There's a line where teasing becomes frustrating, he's nearing it very quickly and risks getting kicked if he tests her too far. ]

[ A breathless noise that would've been a laugh, and then he ducks his head, curling his tongue around her clit helpfully. A flicker, very deliberately dragging the piercing to tease at her hood, and then he sucks the nub of flesh into his mouth.

All the while his thumb spreads her open, works her up, spreads her slick. Playing with the idea of pushing into her~. ]

[ Her entire back arches off the bed, bowed sharp to match the pitch of her voice, and the hand not happily occupied clutching at his tail finds its way into his hair first, then around one of those swooping horns. Using it to tug him closer, keep him where she likes, her strength only very slightly held back. Even demanding as she normally is, this is a whole other level. ]

[ Whatever thoughts he's batting around, if he doesn't get to them fast then it'll be a missed opportunity; she's easy right now on a level that would be embarrassing if she gave a damn. ]

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