crossmyheartandhope | Overflow post

[When he stands in front of her again, the sway becomes more pronounced; he traces the lines of his own chest down to his hips, and levers his way down, graceful as he moves to a crouch in front of her, one leg at a time]

[His hands come to the insides of her knees, gentle, and her nudges her legs open wider]

[The gentle flush over her face immediately goes considerably less gentle, and she tries not to seem quite so eager as he spreads her legs.

She makes to lighten the moment with some sort of flippant remark, but instead just swallows hard and can't tear her eyes away from the sight of him between her knees]

[He presses a kiss to one of her thighs, and then works his way back up again, using his hold on her legs to make the rise back up to standing slow and graceful]

[When he gets there, he turns - bends at the waist, leg out long, at an angle. All the hours at gymnastics practice mean it's not struggle for him to stretch out to touch his ankle from here, and the rise back up to standing is slow and deliberate, fingers tracing the line of his fake leg all the way up to the thigh]

[She shifts in her seat, thighs tingling where he'd touched even through her slacks. Her fingers track the long, long stretch of his side, the sinuous movement of him straightening back up]

[When he gets back up to standing, he makes a half-turn, so that he's facing away from her - bends down again, all the way, so that his palm touches flat to the floor, and works his way down to join it]

[His hips away a little, in this new position; the motion shifts him sideways, so that he can bend over backward, lengthwise, the long line of him on full display, back arched and legs tucked nearly underneath him]

[His shirt's been discarded long ago, to accommodate the wings; the only covering on his torso is the dusting of feathers that run up his arms to his elbows, and the dim will-o-the-wisp lighting plays along the planes of him as he works his way to face front again, coming back up between her spread legs]

[Well--they were spread legs before all that; by this point they're pressed together as she unsubtly leans forward, shifting against herself with a heavy breath. The plan is to shift back to position as he returns, but it's hard not to lean in for a closer look--hard for her hands not to twitch at how she imagines he must feel, all firm muscle and soft feathers--she swallows again, thick, but absolutely does not look away]

[His hands come to the insides of her knees again, just as gentle as before - spread her legs again, a repeat of the earlier action]

[This time, though, he looks decidedly affected, himself; this time, the kiss on her thigh lingers a little longer, and is followed by another, and another]

[When he gets back to his feet, he circles around behind her - leans forward, deliberate, to run a teasing hand up the length of her torso, over her abdomen, between the swell of her breasts, ending with a palm gently cupping her face]

[Hopefully this was meant as a break in his routine, because she apparently has had enough--reaching up to his hair to pull him down into a sloppy upside-down kiss.

It means their mouths don't fit together quite right, and can't quite get the warmth or weight of his body against her, but her skin prickles like she's about to burst if she doesn't touch him right now--so she does, whining needily as his hands brush over her skin]

[He whimpers, a little, at the tug on his hair - makes another sound, lower and more urgent, as she kisses him. The response is awkward from the angle, but very eager, the kiss decidedly needy]

[The hand still exploring her torso wanders, restless, up her side and over her rib cage - back down again to settle at the crease of her hip]

[Theres no way for her not to press into his touch—not when her body’s already arched to pull him closer; not when his hands and his lips are so warm against her skin.

Her fingers scrape chilled lines from the nape of his neck to the crown of his head, soft and prickling with intent. Her hips shift in her seat, as if despite the interruption, she won’t get up without permission...it is his show, after all.]

[The kiss goes on longer than it ought to, if he planned on finishing the show - long enough that when he breaks it, he's breathing hard]

[When he circles back around to the front, there's less showmanship than before, more naked want. He swings one leg up, the real one, to plant the knee on the chair at the crux of her spread thighs - presses in close, to kiss her again]

[She unashamedly rocks into that knee, legs squeezing closer to the feel of feathers through her slacks. Her arms return to him as they kiss, fingers digging into the fluff of his wings, running up and down the toned lines of his back. Her lips part to invite him to further invade her space as much as her limbs urge him to do the same]

[He makes a startled sound into the kiss, as her fingers find his wings - whines, and presses into her, the kiss suddenly much more urgent]

[He scoots his knee forward a little, pressing in - shifts it back and forth, to match the motion of her hips]

[Equally startled but definitely not complaining--his reaction seems good so far? She seems happy enough to let him deepen pretty much whatever he wants as she rises to meet his enthusiasm. her hands continue to smooth over his wings and his back, touch tingling with the opposite of ill intent]

[He whines into the kiss again, the sound downright needy; the kisses have a shade of desperation to them, and he licks into her mouth like he needs it to breath]

[His hands come up to explore, rucking up the hem of her shirt so that he can run his palms over bare skin]

[She sucks on his tongue in welcome and squirms into his touch with a sigh, not so desperate as he but somewhat awestruck at his need. So rather than simply react to him, she rakes her hands down his back deliberately from shoulder to bottom, squeezing experimentally. She continues letting her hands explore, keeping enough presence of mind to notice what gets the most interesting reactions from him]

[He groans like he's dying - outright squirms, hips rocking forward in search of contact, his own hands roaming restlessly]

[Her touch down his back seems to be driving him crazy, as a whole, but when she comes near the base of his wings and the spot just over his hips, the sounds caught at the back of his throat sound suspiciously close to whimpers]

[Well that's intriguing. And obviously worthy of more attention.

She pulls him in closer, giving extra attention to the line over his hips and the base of his wings, deliberately running her knuckles over whatever muscle or bundle of nerves seems to have the most effect.]

[He whines again, louder this time, as she doubles down her efforts - has to break the kiss just to breathe, pressing breathy, open-mouthed kisses to the side of her neck]

[When she pulls him into contact with her, he rocks forward immediately, unsteady and a touch desperate, urgent little circles with his hips]

[Ah

Ah.

She shifts along with him, steady where he is not--nipping and kissing at what she can reach of his ear and temple as she continues to work over his back. Of course she changes the rhythm and rhyme before he can get too overstimulated by any one thing, sweeping her hands in broad, gentle circles over his hips and ass at one moment; pressing deep into the muscles at the base of his wings another, tapping lightly over the space inbetween after that. She wishes she could see his face--the expressions must be delicious--but the sound and the feel of him is pretty damned good as it is]

[The shift in rhythm keeps him from being overstimulated, maybe, but it also keeps everything just this shy of not quite enough]

[With him this close to her ear, she can probably hear the little whimpers that escape him with every breath - can definitely feel the hitches in his breathing, every time she hits something that feels especially good, which is constantly]

[When he speaks, his voice is decidedly unsteady, more than a little pleading:]

Xia... C-c'mon, quit teasing.

Edited 2020-10-26 04:06 (UTC)

[She chuckles, breathless; shifts to nip at his jaw before soothing at it with her tongue]

Learned it from watching you...

[Nevertheless she only gives one more light wispy claw over his shoulders before trailing down his back to his thighs with considerably more pressure. She keeps this up as she trails her hands back up to the small of his back, continuing the firm, squeezing strokes over his back and rear and thighs. She kisses down what of his neck and shoulder she can reach from here as well, sloppy if determined]

Like this? More?

M-more.

[His voice sounds a little strangled; it breaks on the word, as her hands shift, and his back arches into the touch]

[He hips are still working, a restless rocking motion that he can't quite seem to stop]

G-god, please -

[She curses, lips dry, and picks up her pace, following his lead. Her ankles hook around his to spread his legs wider as her hands grip tighter--determined strokes slicked by ectoplasm to smooth more quickly over the small of his back and circle the base of his tailfeathers. Her fingers flex around the sensitive muscles, and she lets his reactions guide her this time not to tease but to give him what he wants.]

[Before long, she can feel him shuddering under her touch - feel the way he presses into the hands on his back and the closer contact afforded by the newly spread legs]

[He whines again, long and low - clutches her closer and rubs up against her, needy little circles that he would probably be embarrassed about, if he wasn't so far gone]

[But the muscles in his thighs have gone tight, and he's trembling on the edge already, and there's nothing of shame in the way he's moving now, like the world has narrowed down to just the two of them, and the feel of her body pressed against his own]

Re: [Nemesis]

Re: [Nemesis]

Re: [Nemesis]

Re: [Nemesis]

Re: [Nemesis]

Re: [Nemesis]

Re: [Nemesis]

Re: [Nemesis]

Re: [Nemesis]

Re: [Nemesis]

Re: [Nemesis]

Re: [Nemesis]

Re: [Nemesis]

Re: [Nemesis]

Re: [Nemesis]

Re: [Nemesis]

Re: [Nemesis]

Re: [Nemesis]

Re: [Nemesis]

Re: [Nemesis]

Re: [Nemesis]

Re: [Nemesis]

Re: [Nemesis]

Re: [Nemesis]

Re: [Nemesis]