[ 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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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?