[ She's pliant beneath him; he can feel it in the way one of his hands wraps about her waist, how she responds, arching her back more to bring her hips flush to his, the warmth, her soft sounds just as he remembers how she had felt befo--
Somnus cuts his thought short, tilting his head to focus upon her lips that respond so eagerly to his. What dread she has endured, to want to distract herself like this with someone as cold as him. Wouldn't she not have found a better partner to bed? His hands are stained. This feels dirty, somehow. ] --So be it. [ He murmurs, surprised that his voice has lowered in the short span of the kiss, taking on a harsh, restrained drawl. The nibble of her teeth upon his bottom lip prickles like liquor. But it doesn't matter, his wants in this moment.
She asks for a distraction, and he intends to overwhelm her with it. Let her not need to give anything in return, let him provide it all for her.
The break helps their endeavor: immediately, he's beginning to trail his mouth along her jaw to the side of her neck, slumping towards her pulse to begin to nurture it between his lips. Here he takes his time to build her, his tongue finding her skin sweet. His eyes close as he takes in her scent, and his teeth leave an arc of smaller nips about her skin, a prelude to something to come. Meanwhile, his hand leaves her back to dip and trace the same arc upward upon her thigh beneath her skirt. His thumb brushes inward, higher over plush skin and muscle, mapping out her legs within his mind's eye as he remains aware of all other ways in which she moves against him.
Then, he bites upon her neck. And he kisses that same spot. And he bites again, holding her up against the wall. ]
[ If she knew the things he'd done in the name of saving his world, things might be different. But then again, they might not be, either - at this point, she's seen the man behind the mask, even if he'll never admit as much to her. He understands duty, understands that sometimes to fulfill it, hard choices have to be made. And is this not much of the same, what transpires between them in this moment? This world may not be either of theirs, but they have been given a duty to it all the same. If she's busy, sad and hurting, she can't fulfill it. Nor can she do some of the things that she knows must be done when people expect her to be a perfect princess, something precious to be protected.
Somnus is different. With this - with anything - she can trust him. That's something she knows.
Aerith's head cants back against the wall when his mouth finds the side of her neck, a soft gasp uttered from her lips to the cool air. Her hips for their part continue to arch in opposition, pressing into his as his hand traces searchingly over her skin. Her hands reach, one to find the clasp that holds his toga in place, the other to smooth over his chest through the fabric. Her breath comes short and quick, and when he bites, a moan escapes her, something sharp and wanton and unlike the usual soft lilt of her voice. A sting of pain, but a jolt of pleasure. Her hips rock into his in silent invitation, that one hand giving up so soon on the clasp to tangle fingers in his hair instead, anchoring him to her even as another spark burns out from her pulse point.
This is what she's needed. Why has she waited so long to seek it? ]
[ There it is, that gasp of hers he's heard before, melodic and intimate. Despite how detached he attempts to keep his thoughts, he cannot help the satisfaction that comes with it, that he helped elicit it, as well as the instinctual hunger that it evokes from him. It's provocative in a way he didn't think it could be without the aid of enchantment.
His lips remain upon the side of her neck, painting her skin with both kisses and more marks, developing a pattern to see where she makes those sounds the most as he feels the clasp of his outside palla loosen. It rustles faintly as it falls to the ground behind him, forgotten and ignored by the way her hips press against his. His kiss-- with bared teeth-- breaks for a moment as his brow knits with the trained effort (and struggle) to compose himself against the rush of heat that travels up his body, even when there is no need to. That heat falls down his body with a rush, following with a throb of heady, steadily growing need that coils into his groin. Her second press of her hips against him makes draw a breath as he feels himself begin to harden.
Then he doubles down against her in return, his hand that's already upon her thigh grasping her soft flesh to hoist the limb higher and spread it more about his hips, parting her skirt with renewed force. Somnus' hand dips between them to stroke over her undergarment using the friction of the fabric to massage between her legs as his thumb searches to press, to rub against her trigger, searching for her to make sounds against his ear once again.
His teeth might mark her, but he will not leave her with only pain, or even mostly pain. Pleasure distracts far better, and it is that distraction from her woes he intends to provide. ]
[ The sound he makes in response to the press of her hips makes a shiver of pleasure tremble its way down her spine, another sound of pleasure echo on her lips, and with the outer fabric (she doesn't know its name) fallen to the floor behind him, her hands smooth over the inner part of the toga instead, over his chest, exploring the definition of his muscles through the cloth.
When his hand lifts her leg higher, she uses their angle to coil it around behind him, allowing him the room to do as he wants - and acquiescing almost immediately to his unspoken want as his thumb presses against her, a pleased moan into the shell of his ear, another roll of her hips as she feels him begin to respond to the movements.
Whatever problem was on her mind, it's already forgotten under the feel of his lips and teeth against her skin, the feel of his thumb pressing and rubbing against her making her knees weak. And she wants more, wants until it's more of a need, something desperate and hungry that only he can give to her. Like this, the movements of her hips just push her further into his seeking thumb, her breath emerging in a soft gasp each time. It's in a kind of response that she slips her own hand further down his chest, anchoring it against the growing hardness under the fabric of his toga, palm and fingers rubbing him through the material.
It doesn't feel like long before she lifts her head from where it's pressed against the wall, eyes clouded over with lust, her other hand reaching up to run fingers into his hair. ]
[ More, she bids; more, he gives. Like the levies of a dam giving way to a storm, her words are the last bit of permission he needs, galvanizing him to surge forward. Passion helps, as does the heated, feral instinct of lust he too often finds himself falling into within this realm, provoked by her hand upon him and her breaths ringing within his mind. The echo of her voice leave no room for doubt in his mind: he needs to fuck this woman until she cries out, signaling that she has naught else within her mind, no pain...
...No lonesomeness that has brought a smile he's never seen sadder upon anyone who's ever lived before.
Somnus throws her to his bed, not at all gracefully, but clumsily in passion encouraged by roughness, tumbling with her once until he's atop of her, a knee wrestling between her legs to part them for him, and one powerful hand brings her arms up above her body, pinning her wrists to the mattress. For one fleeting moment, he's reminded of how lithe a woman she is beneath him, a delicateness that begs protection, not--... this.
But he adheres to duty, and they have one to the Augur, to their worlds; and he, to her, for fulfilling this with him. Rough is what they are called for. ] Stay yourself. [ His hips fall flush against hers, and his breath staggers as the pressure twists like a knife against his gut, paradoxically strained and pleasurable. Beyond his control, he presses his erection against her again, allowing a single pant as his body trembles, and he dives forward to consume her lips with a hungry mouth, tongue invasive and intending to consume and steal what breath she has.
His other hand falls over her body, rippling over her dress and pulling apart the top few buttons impatiently, parting the fabric to grasp at her breast. Gone is the gentleness from when they had been under the influence of love. In its place is the experience of knowing where she likes to be touched, and how, only rougher, flicking and massaging over her nipples as he continues to drag her taste into his mouth. Only after does his palm descend to find its way to her thigh, then hiking up her skirt again to drag his nails over creamy skin, molding flesh with a strong, demanding grip against her.
"More," she said.
He means to overwhelm her, by kiss or bite or pressure or touch; and now, he adds one more factor. Somnus' pulls down at her undergarment, swiping up with the pads of his fingers against the lips he feels between her legs, finding exactly how he wishes to position his hand against all he needs to touch. Upon her neck, he bites her. Below, he invades her sex with two fingers, slowly then quickly, over and over. ]
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Somnus cuts his thought short, tilting his head to focus upon her lips that respond so eagerly to his. What dread she has endured, to want to distract herself like this with someone as cold as him. Wouldn't she not have found a better partner to bed? His hands are stained. This feels dirty, somehow. ] --So be it. [ He murmurs, surprised that his voice has lowered in the short span of the kiss, taking on a harsh, restrained drawl. The nibble of her teeth upon his bottom lip prickles like liquor. But it doesn't matter, his wants in this moment.
She asks for a distraction, and he intends to overwhelm her with it. Let her not need to give anything in return, let him provide it all for her.
The break helps their endeavor: immediately, he's beginning to trail his mouth along her jaw to the side of her neck, slumping towards her pulse to begin to nurture it between his lips. Here he takes his time to build her, his tongue finding her skin sweet. His eyes close as he takes in her scent, and his teeth leave an arc of smaller nips about her skin, a prelude to something to come. Meanwhile, his hand leaves her back to dip and trace the same arc upward upon her thigh beneath her skirt. His thumb brushes inward, higher over plush skin and muscle, mapping out her legs within his mind's eye as he remains aware of all other ways in which she moves against him.
Then, he bites upon her neck. And he kisses that same spot. And he bites again, holding her up against the wall. ]
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Somnus is different. With this - with anything - she can trust him. That's something she knows.
Aerith's head cants back against the wall when his mouth finds the side of her neck, a soft gasp uttered from her lips to the cool air. Her hips for their part continue to arch in opposition, pressing into his as his hand traces searchingly over her skin. Her hands reach, one to find the clasp that holds his toga in place, the other to smooth over his chest through the fabric. Her breath comes short and quick, and when he bites, a moan escapes her, something sharp and wanton and unlike the usual soft lilt of her voice. A sting of pain, but a jolt of pleasure. Her hips rock into his in silent invitation, that one hand giving up so soon on the clasp to tangle fingers in his hair instead, anchoring him to her even as another spark burns out from her pulse point.
This is what she's needed. Why has she waited so long to seek it? ]
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His lips remain upon the side of her neck, painting her skin with both kisses and more marks, developing a pattern to see where she makes those sounds the most as he feels the clasp of his outside palla loosen. It rustles faintly as it falls to the ground behind him, forgotten and ignored by the way her hips press against his. His kiss-- with bared teeth-- breaks for a moment as his brow knits with the trained effort (and struggle) to compose himself against the rush of heat that travels up his body, even when there is no need to. That heat falls down his body with a rush, following with a throb of heady, steadily growing need that coils into his groin. Her second press of her hips against him makes draw a breath as he feels himself begin to harden.
Then he doubles down against her in return, his hand that's already upon her thigh grasping her soft flesh to hoist the limb higher and spread it more about his hips, parting her skirt with renewed force. Somnus' hand dips between them to stroke over her undergarment using the friction of the fabric to massage between her legs as his thumb searches to press, to rub against her trigger, searching for her to make sounds against his ear once again.
His teeth might mark her, but he will not leave her with only pain, or even mostly pain. Pleasure distracts far better, and it is that distraction from her woes he intends to provide. ]
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When his hand lifts her leg higher, she uses their angle to coil it around behind him, allowing him the room to do as he wants - and acquiescing almost immediately to his unspoken want as his thumb presses against her, a pleased moan into the shell of his ear, another roll of her hips as she feels him begin to respond to the movements.
Whatever problem was on her mind, it's already forgotten under the feel of his lips and teeth against her skin, the feel of his thumb pressing and rubbing against her making her knees weak. And she wants more, wants until it's more of a need, something desperate and hungry that only he can give to her. Like this, the movements of her hips just push her further into his seeking thumb, her breath emerging in a soft gasp each time. It's in a kind of response that she slips her own hand further down his chest, anchoring it against the growing hardness under the fabric of his toga, palm and fingers rubbing him through the material.
It doesn't feel like long before she lifts her head from where it's pressed against the wall, eyes clouded over with lust, her other hand reaching up to run fingers into his hair. ]
Somnus... I want more.
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...No lonesomeness that has brought a smile he's never seen sadder upon anyone who's ever lived before.
Somnus throws her to his bed, not at all gracefully, but clumsily in passion encouraged by roughness, tumbling with her once until he's atop of her, a knee wrestling between her legs to part them for him, and one powerful hand brings her arms up above her body, pinning her wrists to the mattress. For one fleeting moment, he's reminded of how lithe a woman she is beneath him, a delicateness that begs protection, not--... this.
But he adheres to duty, and they have one to the Augur, to their worlds; and he, to her, for fulfilling this with him. Rough is what they are called for. ] Stay yourself. [ His hips fall flush against hers, and his breath staggers as the pressure twists like a knife against his gut, paradoxically strained and pleasurable. Beyond his control, he presses his erection against her again, allowing a single pant as his body trembles, and he dives forward to consume her lips with a hungry mouth, tongue invasive and intending to consume and steal what breath she has.
His other hand falls over her body, rippling over her dress and pulling apart the top few buttons impatiently, parting the fabric to grasp at her breast. Gone is the gentleness from when they had been under the influence of love. In its place is the experience of knowing where she likes to be touched, and how, only rougher, flicking and massaging over her nipples as he continues to drag her taste into his mouth. Only after does his palm descend to find its way to her thigh, then hiking up her skirt again to drag his nails over creamy skin, molding flesh with a strong, demanding grip against her.
"More," she said.
He means to overwhelm her, by kiss or bite or pressure or touch; and now, he adds one more factor. Somnus' pulls down at her undergarment, swiping up with the pads of his fingers against the lips he feels between her legs, finding exactly how he wishes to position his hand against all he needs to touch. Upon her neck, he bites her. Below, he invades her sex with two fingers, slowly then quickly, over and over. ]