[ but she might be smiling a little bit, the corners of rouged lips curled just so. it's a good thing he didn't show up to surprise her—charlotte would have a field day about it and she can already imagine the headlines on the steambird tomorrow morning. has the champion duelist finally found her match? clorinde seen leaving chiori's gala with a mystery gentleman! no, thank you.
anyway, the dress. the simplicity of the design calls attention to the other details: the neckline, the high slit, the way it hugs her curves and fits her like a glove. she's never needed ostentation to warrant a second glance, but it's still a foreign feeling to be looked at in this way rather than for her skills with a sword. ]
I sent you a photo, did I not? [ she's not going to twirl for him, but she does draw close enough to smell the cigarette smoke and cologne on him, reaching out to take the bottle of wine to look at. ] You've seen it before anyone else.
[In his own awareness of circumstances, Tyki doesn't move to touch her, or to invade her space any closer than she draws to him on her own β he's a perfect gentleman. He knows they are not alone in the lobby of a hotel, not given Clorinde's notoriety, and there will at least be some kind of ambient attention on them at all times.
Tyki surrenders the bottle to her without hesitation, then slides both hands into the pockets of his dark slacks.]
That's true, but not in the flesh. You should know it isn't the same. [As he says these words, his eyes travel down the curves of her body; it will be obvious what he means. He doesn't have to touch her with his hands to make the point.]
You look beautiful. [A smile, easy on his lips.] Would you like to go upstairs?
[ he doesn't move to touch her, but she feels the weight of his gaze on her body like a caress, and it's easy to recall the warmth of it when the memory is still fresh in her mind from their last encounter. she almost feels the urge to blush, but allows her gaze to linger on the bottle's label before cradling it in the crook of her arm. ]
I suppose you're right.
[ she's certain compliments come easy for him, as someone who's adept at weaponizing charm. clorinde has always been cognizant to how dangerous he is—a hunter recognizes a predator, even if he seems to have taken a certain liking to her. ]
... Thank you. [ a couple passes by them on their way through the lobby, smiling at each other and awfully close. clorinde glances up at him through the fan of her lashes and then slips her hand around his elbow, turning towards the elevator. ] My room is on the fifth floor.
[It's a romantic hotel β gold-framed art on the walls, white-carved statues, mirrored elevator doors. Tyki likes all of it, but then he also views Fontaine as a romantic place, enchanting in its beauty as he's never seen anywhere else in the world. Perhaps that's why he has long overstayed his welcome.
When Clorinde takes him by the elbow with a hand, strength beneath the fingertips reined in to lead him gently, he can't help but smile. If he had to condense his impression of this country into one person, she would be the choice β a vision, a work of art. The capable heroine.]
Do you have a view?
[He leans in close to her side as the lift rises, mouth tickling against her ear.]
[ the elevator closes and she watches his reflection lean in close to hers in the doors, momentarily distracted by the way his words feel breathed against her ear. a shiver threatens to ripple down her spine before she kills it, gooseflesh pebbling over her nape; her only visible reaction as the numbers slowly rise to bring them closer to her room.
but she turns her face towards his, amethyst meeting gold, and kisses him. it's mostly chaste, brief enough for her to pull away easily when the elevator announces their arrival. ]
You can judge for yourself when you see it.
[ the room isn't nearly as large as a suite, but spacious enough for two, with the windows facing the quartier narbonnais. once inside, she immediately steps out of her heels with a soft sigh and heads to the cupboard above the fridge to retrieve two glasses for the wine. ]
[It's subtle to follow the changes in her movements, body language as tightly controlled as every other part of her. Tyki finds his attention rapt, trying to unravel what he can read of her β to tell if she's responding to him. But that kiss takes him by surprise, molding into it with a pressure of desire that meets her mouth and forms over her soft lips.
She withdraws quickly. Gold eyes follow her through the doorway of the elevator, and then the rest of him does too, along that short trip to her hotel suite in a corner of the high-rise building.
Since Clorinde is at the cabinet, she won't see how long it takes him to look away and sincerely appreciate the lavish interior, as well as the outside view. It's just that he's not as interested as he is looking at her.]
Very much.
[Behind a closed door, he's not as concerned with playing coy or flirtatious. It only takes a few seconds to kick out of sleek loafers, then stride after Clorinde, draping himself up against her back where she stands at the fridge. His arm is loose and warm around her waist.]
[ it says something, perhaps, about her willingness to turn her back to him in an enclosed space, either her confidence in being able to handle him or something else that she's unwilling to really analyze in this moment. her awareness of him prickles along her spine, listening to his footsteps muffled against the carpet before she feels the warmth of his arm circle her waist, and then the warmer solidity of his body against hers. this time she does shiver, fingers tightening briefly against the glass as the scent of tobacco smoke and his cologne envelop her. the last time felt like this, too—quick and dirty in a smaller room with him bearing down against her back. the familiarity of it makes heat settle low in her gut. ]
Do you?
[ the glasses are set on the counter next to the bottle of wine. clorinde shifts in his grasp, the hair coiled at her nape brushing against his chin as she turns to look at him over her shoulder. beneath the single light in the kitchen, the gold in his eyes look even more luminous against his skin, as captivating as he is dangerous. ]
[His watches as she sets aside both bottle and glasses, allowing Tyki to seal himself up against her back in a long, warm line of physical contact. He understands that part of her is permitting this, just as she's led him so elegantly up to her private hotel room, but he also sees beyond that. He knows what she wants, because he's tried to pull it out of her β the unveiling of intimacy in this kind of pleasure.
It's so very human.]
That's not true. [Tyki noses at her warm nape, inhaling sweet perfume.] The way you say it is so humble. A beautiful woman like you, in front of me? And wearing a dress like this.
[His other hand comes down, flattening aside the draped fabric around Clorinde's waist as he introduces warm fingertips to her upper thigh, lightly petting at pale skin. This touch travels with no resistance, slipping underneath a hem and between her legs with an investigatory rub.]
Are you wet? Were you, earlier, when you were thinking about tonight?
[ tyki is flush against her back, lightly pressing her against the counter with his weight, and she almost melts a little at the warm breath along her skin. she's new to intimacy, partners few and far between—fontaine's champion duelist can't afford to have these kinds of dalliances when those same people may face her blade. she already pushes it with navia, given their history. but he knows that, just as he knows how quietly she folded the first time, so much softer, more malleable than she usually is as he pulled pleasure from her with his fingers, his mouth, his cock.
as he does so now, those same clever fingers dipping past the thin material beneath her dress and finding the apex of her thighs. clorinde's breath turns shallow, a slight stutter on the inhale as fingertips drag against warm and sensitive skin, already growing wet. she shivers again, minute, tipping her head to the side to expose more of her skin to him. ]
... I wasn't alone, so, no. [ and clorinde doesn't allow herself to get distracted when making appearances by thinking of things she shouldn't be thinking about. but there's a shift in her tone—a little lighter, just shy of playful: ] Were you thinking of it while you were waiting?
[It isn't something he's said in so many words, but as accustomed as he is to casual encounters of this nature, rarely does it ever become a continual pattern for him. Rarely is it ever the same person more than once or twice. Circumstances don't really allow it; work so often gets in the way. Maybe she understands that, too, dutiful as she is β and that understanding is what allows the walls of obligation to soften a little now, while they're out of sight of the rest of the world.
Tyki enjoys the heat at her neck, pressing a kiss down low where the ridges of a slender spine vanish beneath the collar of her dress. Meanwhile his fingers continue their wandering, though their true goal is the place that has her reacting like that, her shivering felt between them in the half-embrace. He only strokes gently for now, callused fingertips rubbing across the fabric of underwear to get a sense of what kind of panties she's wearing underneath the dress, and to coax that wetness into a dark, deepening desire. Another kiss finds the curve of Clorinde's throat, neat and chaste by comparison to his hand between her legs.]
Oh, you know me. [Does she really?] Preoccupied as ever. I couldn't stop thinking about it, since you worked me up to such a stir beforehand. I'm not so well-behaved, but then again, I suppose I wasn't the one working tonight.
[It isn't something Tyki hides, since she'll feel it against her β how hard he is in his slacks, at odds with his seeming composure.]
[ there is, admittedly, a lot she doesn't know about tyki, and whatever she does know she's certain is either a fabrication or something he wants her to know. it's a little impressive, though, the way he seems to move through fontaine and its people as if he's been there for a long time; or perhaps a long-standing resident who has returned after some years away. there's an easy familiarity about him that entices and invites, and she assumes that's how the bellhop from downstairs ended up sharing as much as he did.
clorinde was never gifted in double-speak, in navigating conversations with the same deft hand as wriothesley or tyki himself. honed in steel and gunpowder, she cuts through instead. a weapon is given trajectory, not autonomy.
but here—it's different. unlike the panties he found in his pocket earlier, hers are smooth and unadorned, soft silk that gives easily beneath his fingertips. her lips part on a quiet sigh, and her head tilted back against his shoulder unintentionally bares more of her pale throat to him. the motion presses her hips back and into the hard shape of him nudging against the curve of her backside. ]
Did I? [ it'd sound almost coy if she didn't mostly mean it. ] I wasn't expecting you to wait.
[ she hadn't exactly given him a time, after all. ]
[The curt statement makes him smile. In the center of that moment, Tyki just admires her, how her sharp beauty is made more malleable underneath every touch, every stroke. One hand reaches for the bundle of hair on the back of her neck, fingers gently easing it free from the band, until he can finally loosen those silky strands in a navy spill over slender shoulders. Then he noses into it, inhaling the scent of any clinging perfume she might have worn to the gala or the clean shampoo she wears.]
I have a lot more patience than you'd expect, believe me.
[Tyki knows why, but it's not exactly a subject to broach like this. When she's warm and shivering with pleasure in his arms, grinding back against his body so sweetly, a kind of need he doubts she shows to anyone else. She deserves to see better than his worst side. It'd only be cruel, wouldn't it, to shatter the illusion? He doesn't want to hurt her.
The hand at her neck slips down, completing the circle of his embrace by scooping underneath her chest, one palm cupping over a full breast through the clothing of her dress. Even with fabric in the way, she'll feel it, a rougher touch at odds with the gentleness of his other hand's fingers. Those continue to caress Clorinde over the silk panties at the crotch, a massage against her cunt designed to bring attention to how wet she is, and to make her feel good.]
How do you want me tonight, mademoiselle? Bear with me. [Tyki tucks his mouth behind her ear, tickling it with his breath.] My mouth on you, or do you want me inside first? [The question earns a more deliberate rub at her damp panties, thumb a little higher, across her clit.] The lady's choice. I said I was patient, but, ah β now that we're finally here, it's getting a lot... more difficult.
[ her hair slips free and unravels from the twist it'd been held in for most of the night, brushing against his arms and nearly reaching where his hand is still buried between her thighs. there's no perfume aside from the faint scent of lavender and eucalyptus from the oil that the stylist applied before working on her hair, though much of that scent is now overshadowed by smoke and the spice of his cologne. it tickles her nose but she finds she doesn't mind it, and certainly not when his other hand closes around her breast, pale skin and soft flesh spilling between his fingers. ]
More than I expected, [ she agrees on a sharp inhale, arching her back and pressing into his hands. ] But that's not very much, is it.
[ not that she has room to talk. the silk of her panties are soaked through from his attention, and if she shifts her hips just so, his fingers slip just beneath the hem to brush against her skin. clorinde's eyelids flutter, very nearly sagging against the warm solidity of his body as her hand closes over the one still cupping her chest, guiding it to the zipper at the back. ]
Inside. [ she turns her upper body, leaning up to catch his lips with hers in an open-mouthed kiss, a little longer than the one in the elevator. ] I think we've been patient enough.
[In the dress she wears, there's little preventing his hand from slipping beneath the low-neck fabric and taking her bare breast into hand, palm forming a warm cup over it as he rubs, fondling the soft give of flesh. He does the same to the other, denying nothing as callused fingers pinch at a pale nipple until it flushes pink and hardens against his touch. He feels intoxicated from this alone, breathing a little more ragged against the back of her neck until she reaches to guide his hand elsewhere.
With how aroused he is, he almost wants to just β hike the dress up at its lower hem and fuck her that way. But that would disallow him the view of her naked body, curves belying the lean fitness of muscle from her life's work. So he tabs that zipper down her back, the noise loud in the quiet hotel room.]
You're so beautiful. Do I say it enough? [A teasing question kissed against her skin as he eases the dress down long legs, fingers gone briefly before they return to hook into the band of silk panties and get rid of those too.] I could devour you like this, and I don't think it would sate that appetite even a little.
[Tyki's voice is noticeably rougher than its usual timber, hand finding its way back between her legs to drag into that wetness, rubbing, spreading velvet-soft folds as two fingers slip in. Against her backside, she'll feel how hard his cock is now, constrained only by the fabric of slacks.]
I must be... ah, one of the lucky ones, to see you like this.
[ the dress sags open as he eases the zipper down, the soft sound of fabric hitting the carpet before her underwear follows and she realizes, a little belatedly, that she's completely bare to him now while he's still fully clothed. normally, she'd want to rectify that, to even the playing field a little, but his hand makes its way back to her cunt and whatever she'd wanted to do is completely forgotten.
she was anticipating it, but his touch still makes her gasp, breath caught in her throat as his fingers slide in with ease from how wet she is. her body welcomes the intrusion, inner muscles fluttering briefly and then clenching tight, and she finds herself reaching out to grasp the counter in front of her with one hand so she doesn't completely lose her footing. it should surprise her, how close she feels already, if she hadn't already known from the last time they were alone like this.
she almost misses what he says, distracted by the way the callouses on his fingers drag against her skin. but it still teases a laugh out of her, a little breathless with arousal. ]
You're insatiable. [ clorinde shifts her feet further apart, widening the spread of her legs and rutting forward against his fingers. it would be so easy to bend over the counter and let him take her just like this. she wonders if he would; how long he'd hold himself back before giving in. ] Was the wait worth it, then?
[He is insatiable. A man and a monster in equal parts β or so he'd like to think, when in reality he doesn't quite know anymore. But with her, he's able to forget it a little bit, admiration in the heaviness of gold eyes as he watches her body shift, legs spreading open and hips rutting back against his touch. There's a low animal sound in his throat, a groan of approval as he spreads wetness in a stroke of his thumb across the tender swell of her clit. He knows exactly where to caress her; he learned it well the first time they did this.
Those two fingers continue to fill her cunt, feeling the hot interior of her body in a deliberate stretch of knuckles, lazy thrusts in the mimicry of fucking that he's almost certainly about to do to her. She doesn't really need this additional tease; she's so wet it would soak his gloves, if he were still wearing any. That might be fun to try next time.]
Always. [A kiss behind her ear, and then his unoccupied hand moves to press flat at the small of her back, guiding her into a forward bend over the counter.] I'm so tempted to make you come like this, but I admit that I'm a little selfish to feel it on my cock. You understand.
[There's something a bit risky about this kind of sex. Casual as they've been so far, Tyki doesn't pause to fuss with the particulars beyond making sure she's wet enough to take him β and she's the one who wants it inside. It is what she requested. With that slight positional change, if she abides it, Tyki slips his fingers loose and rubs them down her inner thigh before gently guiding the head of his cock up against slick folds.]
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You flatter me.
[ but she might be smiling a little bit, the corners of rouged lips curled just so. it's a good thing he didn't show up to surprise her—charlotte would have a field day about it and she can already imagine the headlines on the steambird tomorrow morning. has the champion duelist finally found her match? clorinde seen leaving chiori's gala with a mystery gentleman! no, thank you.
anyway, the dress. the simplicity of the design calls attention to the other details: the neckline, the high slit, the way it hugs her curves and fits her like a glove. she's never needed ostentation to warrant a second glance, but it's still a foreign feeling to be looked at in this way rather than for her skills with a sword. ]
I sent you a photo, did I not? [ she's not going to twirl for him, but she does draw close enough to smell the cigarette smoke and cologne on him, reaching out to take the bottle of wine to look at. ] You've seen it before anyone else.
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Tyki surrenders the bottle to her without hesitation, then slides both hands into the pockets of his dark slacks.]
That's true, but not in the flesh. You should know it isn't the same. [As he says these words, his eyes travel down the curves of her body; it will be obvious what he means. He doesn't have to touch her with his hands to make the point.]
You look beautiful. [A smile, easy on his lips.] Would you like to go upstairs?
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I suppose you're right.
[ she's certain compliments come easy for him, as someone who's adept at weaponizing charm. clorinde has always been cognizant to how dangerous he is—a hunter recognizes a predator, even if he seems to have taken a certain liking to her. ]
... Thank you. [ a couple passes by them on their way through the lobby, smiling at each other and awfully close. clorinde glances up at him through the fan of her lashes and then slips her hand around his elbow, turning towards the elevator. ] My room is on the fifth floor.
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When Clorinde takes him by the elbow with a hand, strength beneath the fingertips reined in to lead him gently, he can't help but smile. If he had to condense his impression of this country into one person, she would be the choice β a vision, a work of art. The capable heroine.]
Do you have a view?
[He leans in close to her side as the lift rises, mouth tickling against her ear.]
I've heard the city looks stunning at night.
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but she turns her face towards his, amethyst meeting gold, and kisses him. it's mostly chaste, brief enough for her to pull away easily when the elevator announces their arrival. ]
You can judge for yourself when you see it.
[ the room isn't nearly as large as a suite, but spacious enough for two, with the windows facing the quartier narbonnais. once inside, she immediately steps out of her heels with a soft sigh and heads to the cupboard above the fridge to retrieve two glasses for the wine. ]
Is it to your liking?
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She withdraws quickly. Gold eyes follow her through the doorway of the elevator, and then the rest of him does too, along that short trip to her hotel suite in a corner of the high-rise building.
Since Clorinde is at the cabinet, she won't see how long it takes him to look away and sincerely appreciate the lavish interior, as well as the outside view. It's just that he's not as interested as he is looking at her.]
Very much.
[Behind a closed door, he's not as concerned with playing coy or flirtatious. It only takes a few seconds to kick out of sleek loafers, then stride after Clorinde, draping himself up against her back where she stands at the fridge. His arm is loose and warm around her waist.]
But I prefer the view from here.
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Do you?
[ the glasses are set on the counter next to the bottle of wine. clorinde shifts in his grasp, the hair coiled at her nape brushing against his chin as she turns to look at him over her shoulder. beneath the single light in the kitchen, the gold in his eyes look even more luminous against his skin, as captivating as he is dangerous. ]
I suppose it's all the same no matter the venue.
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It's so very human.]
That's not true. [Tyki noses at her warm nape, inhaling sweet perfume.] The way you say it is so humble. A beautiful woman like you, in front of me? And wearing a dress like this.
[His other hand comes down, flattening aside the draped fabric around Clorinde's waist as he introduces warm fingertips to her upper thigh, lightly petting at pale skin. This touch travels with no resistance, slipping underneath a hem and between her legs with an investigatory rub.]
Are you wet? Were you, earlier, when you were thinking about tonight?
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as he does so now, those same clever fingers dipping past the thin material beneath her dress and finding the apex of her thighs. clorinde's breath turns shallow, a slight stutter on the inhale as fingertips drag against warm and sensitive skin, already growing wet. she shivers again, minute, tipping her head to the side to expose more of her skin to him. ]
... I wasn't alone, so, no. [ and clorinde doesn't allow herself to get distracted when making appearances by thinking of things she shouldn't be thinking about. but there's a shift in her tone—a little lighter, just shy of playful: ] Were you thinking of it while you were waiting?
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Tyki enjoys the heat at her neck, pressing a kiss down low where the ridges of a slender spine vanish beneath the collar of her dress. Meanwhile his fingers continue their wandering, though their true goal is the place that has her reacting like that, her shivering felt between them in the half-embrace. He only strokes gently for now, callused fingertips rubbing across the fabric of underwear to get a sense of what kind of panties she's wearing underneath the dress, and to coax that wetness into a dark, deepening desire. Another kiss finds the curve of Clorinde's throat, neat and chaste by comparison to his hand between her legs.]
Oh, you know me. [Does she really?] Preoccupied as ever. I couldn't stop thinking about it, since you worked me up to such a stir beforehand. I'm not so well-behaved, but then again, I suppose I wasn't the one working tonight.
[It isn't something Tyki hides, since she'll feel it against her β how hard he is in his slacks, at odds with his seeming composure.]
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clorinde was never gifted in double-speak, in navigating conversations with the same deft hand as wriothesley or tyki himself. honed in steel and gunpowder, she cuts through instead. a weapon is given trajectory, not autonomy.
but here—it's different. unlike the panties he found in his pocket earlier, hers are smooth and unadorned, soft silk that gives easily beneath his fingertips. her lips part on a quiet sigh, and her head tilted back against his shoulder unintentionally bares more of her pale throat to him. the motion presses her hips back and into the hard shape of him nudging against the curve of her backside. ]
Did I? [ it'd sound almost coy if she didn't mostly mean it. ] I wasn't expecting you to wait.
[ she hadn't exactly given him a time, after all. ]
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I have a lot more patience than you'd expect, believe me.
[Tyki knows why, but it's not exactly a subject to broach like this. When she's warm and shivering with pleasure in his arms, grinding back against his body so sweetly, a kind of need he doubts she shows to anyone else. She deserves to see better than his worst side. It'd only be cruel, wouldn't it, to shatter the illusion? He doesn't want to hurt her.
The hand at her neck slips down, completing the circle of his embrace by scooping underneath her chest, one palm cupping over a full breast through the clothing of her dress. Even with fabric in the way, she'll feel it, a rougher touch at odds with the gentleness of his other hand's fingers. Those continue to caress Clorinde over the silk panties at the crotch, a massage against her cunt designed to bring attention to how wet she is, and to make her feel good.]
How do you want me tonight, mademoiselle? Bear with me. [Tyki tucks his mouth behind her ear, tickling it with his breath.] My mouth on you, or do you want me inside first? [The question earns a more deliberate rub at her damp panties, thumb a little higher, across her clit.] The lady's choice. I said I was patient, but, ah β now that we're finally here, it's getting a lot... more difficult.
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More than I expected, [ she agrees on a sharp inhale, arching her back and pressing into his hands. ] But that's not very much, is it.
[ not that she has room to talk. the silk of her panties are soaked through from his attention, and if she shifts her hips just so, his fingers slip just beneath the hem to brush against her skin. clorinde's eyelids flutter, very nearly sagging against the warm solidity of his body as her hand closes over the one still cupping her chest, guiding it to the zipper at the back. ]
Inside. [ she turns her upper body, leaning up to catch his lips with hers in an open-mouthed kiss, a little longer than the one in the elevator. ] I think we've been patient enough.
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With how aroused he is, he almost wants to just β hike the dress up at its lower hem and fuck her that way. But that would disallow him the view of her naked body, curves belying the lean fitness of muscle from her life's work. So he tabs that zipper down her back, the noise loud in the quiet hotel room.]
You're so beautiful. Do I say it enough? [A teasing question kissed against her skin as he eases the dress down long legs, fingers gone briefly before they return to hook into the band of silk panties and get rid of those too.] I could devour you like this, and I don't think it would sate that appetite even a little.
[Tyki's voice is noticeably rougher than its usual timber, hand finding its way back between her legs to drag into that wetness, rubbing, spreading velvet-soft folds as two fingers slip in. Against her backside, she'll feel how hard his cock is now, constrained only by the fabric of slacks.]
I must be... ah, one of the lucky ones, to see you like this.
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she was anticipating it, but his touch still makes her gasp, breath caught in her throat as his fingers slide in with ease from how wet she is. her body welcomes the intrusion, inner muscles fluttering briefly and then clenching tight, and she finds herself reaching out to grasp the counter in front of her with one hand so she doesn't completely lose her footing. it should surprise her, how close she feels already, if she hadn't already known from the last time they were alone like this.
she almost misses what he says, distracted by the way the callouses on his fingers drag against her skin. but it still teases a laugh out of her, a little breathless with arousal. ]
You're insatiable. [ clorinde shifts her feet further apart, widening the spread of her legs and rutting forward against his fingers. it would be so easy to bend over the counter and let him take her just like this. she wonders if he would; how long he'd hold himself back before giving in. ] Was the wait worth it, then?
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Those two fingers continue to fill her cunt, feeling the hot interior of her body in a deliberate stretch of knuckles, lazy thrusts in the mimicry of fucking that he's almost certainly about to do to her. She doesn't really need this additional tease; she's so wet it would soak his gloves, if he were still wearing any. That might be fun to try next time.]
Always. [A kiss behind her ear, and then his unoccupied hand moves to press flat at the small of her back, guiding her into a forward bend over the counter.] I'm so tempted to make you come like this, but I admit that I'm a little selfish to feel it on my cock. You understand.
[There's something a bit risky about this kind of sex. Casual as they've been so far, Tyki doesn't pause to fuss with the particulars beyond making sure she's wet enough to take him β and she's the one who wants it inside. It is what she requested. With that slight positional change, if she abides it, Tyki slips his fingers loose and rubs them down her inner thigh before gently guiding the head of his cock up against slick folds.]
We've been patient enough, you said?