( she knows that fear; she has seen it clear as day in his eyes, in the spaces between words, in the way he's drawn to her despite his misgivings, more than acquainted with his long — and if the scraps of her dreams are anything to go by, tragic — history. she can't blame him, because she's just as drawn to him as he is, the centuries-old vow keeping them bound.
the kisses he leaves on her body burns, her heart thudding fiercely with every touch of his lips. their bodies slot together like they've always belonged, and kiyomi can't help a swell of love for him, of fierce affection and protectiveness. she can't help a soft laugh at that question, eyes bright and focused only on him, her cheeks pink with warm embarrassment and determination both.
the slick heat of his tongue, the suction he applies on her nipple makes her gasp and cling to him further, pressing forward in an eager bid for more, pulling taut and jutting proudly, begging for his attention. it's shameful, how she responds to him so swiftly, and she presses soft kisses to his forehead, stroking him from root to tip, her thumb tracing tentatively along his shaft to toy with the sensitive slit, pressing in lightly. )
They don't have milk in them — hnnn — don't be too disappointed...
[ you'd think after years of pining after this collective bond they share, they would have long casted aside any sense of abashment. but, he can't deny being endeared to her small displays of embarrassment. his chest swells with a certain degree of pride, as if her current state was entirely of his own making. as if he molded it with his own hands, and in some ways, maybe that isn't entirely off. except, it probably went both ways.
his hands still travel over her body, they feel her with certain heat that he feels he can no longer control. while his emotions may have one been as steady as the tides, his passion now burns hotter than the flames he possesses. but, almost opposite to his haste to have her, is definitely the component of him taking his time in tasting her. he still holds her breasts, squeezing them just enough for him to angle them better in his mouth, enough for his slick tongue to envelop them in their velvety softness.
until he's almost thrown off by her words—
jk, when he pulls away, there's a string of saliva still attached to his lips, and he almost seems out of it. ]
Are you sure? I feel like I'm getting close. Maybe I have to try a little harder. [ a joke...
even in the midst of this. but, he's also having a hard time when she's touching him like that. it's embarrassingly obvious, especially when his tip is already glistening with the sign of his obvious arousal. it coats that thumb of hers which keeps rubbing him.
in spite that, he moves his hand from her chest to her hips, to her legs. his palms begin to massage her upper thighs, as they travel higher and closer to her core. his brows furrow just slightly, almost as if he were deliberating on what to taste next. but with the way his fingers are moving, it might be clear what that might be... ]
( his lips are so, so kissable and so sweet, and the heat of his hands make her body sing, when she greedily presses up into him and meets passion for passion, a breathless, shaky moan spilling from her lips when he sucks on her breasts, that line of saliva sending her pulse skyrocketing.
and his eyes, oh, his eyes... she's sure her own are just as dilated, but she's entirely focused on him. kiyomi knows where he's reaching to, her own affection for him deep as the sea, her love and desire knowing no bounds. perhaps she's still that girl that he saved from the sea, that girl that sealed their vow with a kiss and bound her to him, all those lives ago. theirs is a complicated, primal love, and perhaps rafayel is wise to be afraid of her, and yet —
— yet, she wants him with all of her heart. and his own. she shifts to urge him out of his pants and briefs, then grabs a hold of his hand to guide him closer, closer, underneath the flimsy lace of her panties to where her soft, pink pussy is already wet and yearning, clenching around nothing. )
Maybe one day. ( she breathes, her own breath hitching before she rolls her hips down on his fingers. ) You can tear it up, if you want.
[ kiyomi's reaction only fuels whatever desires have already been burning within him. much like fanning an open flame, each movement she makes, or the way in which only their breaths are the only thing that can be heard between him rouses him and continues to push him past the edge. it isn't that rafayel had ever been particularly patient. it's just the bitter years of waiting have waned any semblance of self-discipline he may have otherwise had. or perhaps, it's just his want that has always been this great.
her body is much like a canvas in which his hands travel and pay reverence to. displaying each bit of devotion to his craft, his thumb rubs up against the lace of her panties, feeling the wetness between her legs. when he hears her words, he doesn't think twice before he pulls at the lace, which by all accounts is more delicate a material than he expects. he hopes he hasn't ruined them, and there's a small sound from the back of his throat when he does. is it his own way of showing his remorse, or is it actually that he's letting her know that there could be more that he could be sorry for? ] Oops.
[ but, the way his eyes lingers on her every curve and seems to fall between her thighs, in which he settles himself against...
is he really that sorry? still, he likes the way she comes down on his fingers. his index and middle flinger slip in with relative ease, he curves them upwards, rubbing against her inner walls, feeling the way she naturally clenches against them. just the pure imagination of it all is enough to drive him crazy. ]
But, what do you want? Are my fingers enough? [ his voice is low when he speaks. measured between his words. not because he's being particularly careful with them, but because it takes all his concentration just to get them out. it's hard when she's so alluring. ] Do you want them deeper?
( rafayel is a revelation, a collection of mysteries, heartache, and a glimmer of joy amongst the unknowable ocean of impossible depths. in this moment, she feels closer to him than she ever has, feels as if she can unravel him and know his thoughts, to figure out what makes him tick.
his hands are warm, searching, setting every sense alight as he explores. there are scars from endless fights and long-forgotten memories, so many of them faded into the canvas; but others can still be felt, and she can't help a surge of self-consciousness whenever his touch brushes them. still, she buries it, distracted by the way he tears up the lace. )
Raf —
( the chide is half-hearted at best, breathless and filled with longing, her gaze hungry and lidded. she gasps, squeezing tight and tensing when she feels those elegant, beautiful fingers push inside of her slippery-slick cunt. she grips him tightly, as if she's been afforded something she's long been craving, and she shivers, leaning down with flushed cheeks, her other hand curling in his hair.
she slips her hand down, down, unzipping and freeing him from the confines of his pants, and is suddenly reminded of that time he'd been in heat, how he'd craved touch, and she nudges her nose against his so she can claim his lips to kiss him, heated and wanting. )
No. They're not enough. Oh — ( she's nearly slurring against his lips, enthralled by his skill. ) Please... deeper. You're so close — ( then, a soft little smile. )
Give me both, tonight. Do you — do you need to be in the tub...?
[ in moments like these, he's never quite sure what kiyomi is thinking of? is she thinking of him? does she desire him as much as he does? even with their bond, he isn't sure if what he feels are really her emotions, or if his own are simply consuming him; making it impossible to discern where his starts and hers begin. but, he likes teetering on that line; his urges uncontrollable, and even now he doesn't realize how much he wants his lips on hers.
the way she tightens around his fingers makes him feel a natural rise of heat. he feels it in his breath, and the way he draws his mouth so closely against her skin. he breathes right against her ear, as if perpetuating exactly how much he needed her. almost as if he's begging her.
her reactions are enthralling. it's almost as if she knows exactly how to incite his appetite— from the way she draws in a breath to the way her back arches. when she meets him in another kiss, he returns with equal fervor. his tongue swirling against hers as his half-lidded eyes looks down at her throat, eagerly watching to see if she swallows every bit of his spit down. his fingers enter in and out of her with a quickened pace as his thumb rubs up against her clit with each motion. he can barely make out her words between their heated exchange, and only when he pulls his lips away does he speak: ] Deeper... Is it here? [ his fingers are obviously teasing her, even stopping just shy of reaching the places she likes the most. ] Or here? Your Highness is so picky. [ sudden roleplaying aside,
his eyes do seem to twinkle with a bit of surprise at her following words. but, he does release something between a pained huff and a laugh. ] Oh, so you think I can wait that long? [ he says this, even while they both know he'd give into her every whim. ]
( she thinks of him, only him — but the man before her is blurring, like an image out of focus from time to time. in a heartbeat, she catches the briefest glimpse of a mirror image of him, pearls and jewels on his cheeks and tears in his eyes. in another moment, another rafayel, clad in garments and inscriptions she doesn't understand.
she blinks, and he's back again. artist, painter, lemurian. an impossible, beautiful creature who is as mysterious as he is passionate, and she can't shake the feeling that she's known him for much, much longer than their first meeting. and she can't shake the awareness that he's holding himself back, just a little.
but then it all melts away in the haze of pleasure he brings her, his skillful fingers rubbing against her sensitive clit as she swallows his spit, chasing after him again and seeking more. it's erotic, tasting him on her tongue, craving him with every breath she takes. a string of saliva keeps them bound, just for a few moments, but she's swept up in his words, in the memories that ripple, unbidden, like a disturbance in a lake.
in another life, she hears him say the same thing, your highness, and she winces at the memory of a black flame and endless golden sands, except instead of sadness, her rafayel's eyes are warm, kind, and full of desire. her chest throbs, painful, and her hand comes to rest over her rafayel's heart, feeling the heat of their bond flutter and come alive. )
Here, ah —
( no, she's grinding down on him to distract herself, slick and slippery from all his teasing. but with the last of her self control, she pulls away from him and firmly tucks him back inside of his pants. it's torture, but it'll be worth it. probably. )
The beach is just outside. ( she tells him, clipped and raw from questioning her own life choices. ) C'mon, let's go. It'll be worth it, I promise.
[ as they exchange kiss after kiss in a heady, intoxicating state, he's long forgotten her suggestion the second it leaves her lips. her presence was much like the single drop of water in a very full cup; where a single sigh from her lips were enough to break the surface tension and cause everything to overflow. his emotions are all over the place, caught between the past and present. one thing is for sure and it's that the present gradually overtakes all his thoughts.
his heartbeat is erratic, and he can barely catch his own breath, as he tilts his head slightly, angling it just perfectly for his teeth graze her lower lip. her touch is so feathery soft against his chest and yet it rises and falls almost exaggeratedly, as if showing how much effort he exerts in just staying semi-lucid.
his wrist suddenly stops as he feels her warmth pull away from him. his fingers still glistening with her essence, he draws it up towards his own lips for a moment. letting it settle on the tip of his tongue, before he draws it back towards where she puts his own arousal away.
she can probably almost hear the way he's holding back just by his voice. ] But, you were enjoying yourself so much. [ (spoiler: so was he, and this absolutely sounds like a complaint) still, he does release a soft sigh as he grabs her thighs and lifts her up in his arms. ]
You know I can't say no to you... [ laughs...
it's honestly, a little uncomfortable with how aroused he is, but he supposed this was the benefit of living on your own artificial island. at least there wouldn't be prying eyes. though, he can't deny loving this adventurous part of her. ]
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the kisses he leaves on her body burns, her heart thudding fiercely with every touch of his lips. their bodies slot together like they've always belonged, and kiyomi can't help a swell of love for him, of fierce affection and protectiveness. she can't help a soft laugh at that question, eyes bright and focused only on him, her cheeks pink with warm embarrassment and determination both.
the slick heat of his tongue, the suction he applies on her nipple makes her gasp and cling to him further, pressing forward in an eager bid for more, pulling taut and jutting proudly, begging for his attention. it's shameful, how she responds to him so swiftly, and she presses soft kisses to his forehead, stroking him from root to tip, her thumb tracing tentatively along his shaft to toy with the sensitive slit, pressing in lightly. )
They don't have milk in them — hnnn — don't be too disappointed...
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his hands still travel over her body, they feel her with certain heat that he feels he can no longer control. while his emotions may have one been as steady as the tides, his passion now burns hotter than the flames he possesses. but, almost opposite to his haste to have her, is definitely the component of him taking his time in tasting her. he still holds her breasts, squeezing them just enough for him to angle them better in his mouth, enough for his slick tongue to envelop them in their velvety softness.
until he's almost thrown off by her words—
jk, when he pulls away, there's a string of saliva still attached to his lips, and he almost seems out of it. ]
Are you sure? I feel like I'm getting close. Maybe I have to try a little harder. [ a joke...
even in the midst of this. but, he's also having a hard time when she's touching him like that. it's embarrassingly obvious, especially when his tip is already glistening with the sign of his obvious arousal. it coats that thumb of hers which keeps rubbing him.
in spite that, he moves his hand from her chest to her hips, to her legs. his palms begin to massage her upper thighs, as they travel higher and closer to her core. his brows furrow just slightly, almost as if he were deliberating on what to taste next. but with the way his fingers are moving, it might be clear what that might be... ]
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and his eyes, oh, his eyes... she's sure her own are just as dilated, but she's entirely focused on him. kiyomi knows where he's reaching to, her own affection for him deep as the sea, her love and desire knowing no bounds. perhaps she's still that girl that he saved from the sea, that girl that sealed their vow with a kiss and bound her to him, all those lives ago. theirs is a complicated, primal love, and perhaps rafayel is wise to be afraid of her, and yet —
— yet, she wants him with all of her heart. and his own. she shifts to urge him out of his pants and briefs, then grabs a hold of his hand to guide him closer, closer, underneath the flimsy lace of her panties to where her soft, pink pussy is already wet and yearning, clenching around nothing. )
Maybe one day. ( she breathes, her own breath hitching before she rolls her hips down on his fingers. ) You can tear it up, if you want.
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her body is much like a canvas in which his hands travel and pay reverence to. displaying each bit of devotion to his craft, his thumb rubs up against the lace of her panties, feeling the wetness between her legs. when he hears her words, he doesn't think twice before he pulls at the lace, which by all accounts is more delicate a material than he expects. he hopes he hasn't ruined them, and there's a small sound from the back of his throat when he does. is it his own way of showing his remorse, or is it actually that he's letting her know that there could be more that he could be sorry for? ] Oops.
[ but, the way his eyes lingers on her every curve and seems to fall between her thighs, in which he settles himself against...
is he really that sorry? still, he likes the way she comes down on his fingers. his index and middle flinger slip in with relative ease, he curves them upwards, rubbing against her inner walls, feeling the way she naturally clenches against them. just the pure imagination of it all is enough to drive him crazy. ]
But, what do you want? Are my fingers enough? [ his voice is low when he speaks. measured between his words. not because he's being particularly careful with them, but because it takes all his concentration just to get them out. it's hard when she's so alluring. ] Do you want them deeper?
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his hands are warm, searching, setting every sense alight as he explores. there are scars from endless fights and long-forgotten memories, so many of them faded into the canvas; but others can still be felt, and she can't help a surge of self-consciousness whenever his touch brushes them. still, she buries it, distracted by the way he tears up the lace. )
Raf —
( the chide is half-hearted at best, breathless and filled with longing, her gaze hungry and lidded. she gasps, squeezing tight and tensing when she feels those elegant, beautiful fingers push inside of her slippery-slick cunt. she grips him tightly, as if she's been afforded something she's long been craving, and she shivers, leaning down with flushed cheeks, her other hand curling in his hair.
she slips her hand down, down, unzipping and freeing him from the confines of his pants, and is suddenly reminded of that time he'd been in heat, how he'd craved touch, and she nudges her nose against his so she can claim his lips to kiss him, heated and wanting. )
No. They're not enough. Oh — ( she's nearly slurring against his lips, enthralled by his skill. ) Please... deeper. You're so close — ( then, a soft little smile. )
Give me both, tonight. Do you — do you need to be in the tub...?
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the way she tightens around his fingers makes him feel a natural rise of heat. he feels it in his breath, and the way he draws his mouth so closely against her skin. he breathes right against her ear, as if perpetuating exactly how much he needed her. almost as if he's begging her.
her reactions are enthralling. it's almost as if she knows exactly how to incite his appetite— from the way she draws in a breath to the way her back arches. when she meets him in another kiss, he returns with equal fervor. his tongue swirling against hers as his half-lidded eyes looks down at her throat, eagerly watching to see if she swallows every bit of his spit down. his fingers enter in and out of her with a quickened pace as his thumb rubs up against her clit with each motion. he can barely make out her words between their heated exchange, and only when he pulls his lips away does he speak: ] Deeper... Is it here? [ his fingers are obviously teasing her, even stopping just shy of reaching the places she likes the most. ] Or here? Your Highness is so picky. [ sudden roleplaying aside,
his eyes do seem to twinkle with a bit of surprise at her following words. but, he does release something between a pained huff and a laugh. ] Oh, so you think I can wait that long? [ he says this, even while they both know he'd give into her every whim. ]
The tub might be kinda...
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she blinks, and he's back again. artist, painter, lemurian. an impossible, beautiful creature who is as mysterious as he is passionate, and she can't shake the feeling that she's known him for much, much longer than their first meeting. and she can't shake the awareness that he's holding himself back, just a little.
but then it all melts away in the haze of pleasure he brings her, his skillful fingers rubbing against her sensitive clit as she swallows his spit, chasing after him again and seeking more. it's erotic, tasting him on her tongue, craving him with every breath she takes. a string of saliva keeps them bound, just for a few moments, but she's swept up in his words, in the memories that ripple, unbidden, like a disturbance in a lake.
in another life, she hears him say the same thing, your highness, and she winces at the memory of a black flame and endless golden sands, except instead of sadness, her rafayel's eyes are warm, kind, and full of desire. her chest throbs, painful, and her hand comes to rest over her rafayel's heart, feeling the heat of their bond flutter and come alive. )
Here, ah —
( no, she's grinding down on him to distract herself, slick and slippery from all his teasing. but with the last of her self control, she pulls away from him and firmly tucks him back inside of his pants. it's torture, but it'll be worth it. probably. )
The beach is just outside. ( she tells him, clipped and raw from questioning her own life choices. ) C'mon, let's go. It'll be worth it, I promise.
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his heartbeat is erratic, and he can barely catch his own breath, as he tilts his head slightly, angling it just perfectly for his teeth graze her lower lip. her touch is so feathery soft against his chest and yet it rises and falls almost exaggeratedly, as if showing how much effort he exerts in just staying semi-lucid.
his wrist suddenly stops as he feels her warmth pull away from him. his fingers still glistening with her essence, he draws it up towards his own lips for a moment. letting it settle on the tip of his tongue, before he draws it back towards where she puts his own arousal away.
she can probably almost hear the way he's holding back just by his voice. ] But, you were enjoying yourself so much. [ (spoiler: so was he, and this absolutely sounds like a complaint) still, he does release a soft sigh as he grabs her thighs and lifts her up in his arms. ]
You know I can't say no to you... [ laughs...
it's honestly, a little uncomfortable with how aroused he is, but he supposed this was the benefit of living on your own artificial island. at least there wouldn't be prying eyes. though, he can't deny loving this adventurous part of her. ]