( and she, herself, is getting some pretty obvious signs that he's enjoying this just as much, particularly as she grinds into his hips, and he barely resists kissing her to avoid the noise that threatens to spill from his lips at her movements. )
Let's get out of here.
( he thinks it would be a reasonable assumption to say that there won't be many people out in the garden at this time for night. dancing is nice and all, but he'd rather see her dancing on top of him, if you know what I mean. )
[ Her response is immediate, and she pulls away from him, hard as it is, to take his hand again and lead him outside. She pauses for a moment in one of the hallways, debating between going into one of the game rooms or the garden...yeah, the garden's a safer bet. She's walking rather briskly, and once they find a quiet corner, her eyes meet his just before she leans in for a kiss.
There's a little pause there before she just goes for it, another sign of nervousness on her part. ]
( well, thankfully, his assumptions were right. it's chilly in the near-winter night, and people are few and far between in the garden, easy to avoid until they find somewhere secluded.
the kiss is softer than the ones they shared before, a moment's hesitation, warming up before he slips his arms back around her waist and drags her close against him. he's warm, he's always been too warm (a testament to the food he represents), and if he can keep her warm while also being able to feel every inch of her flush against him, well...
so much the better for him, right?
and, now that they're alone, he can't help but more boldly place his hands against the curve of her ass, letting them sit there as his lips part against hers. )
[ She doesn't mind that the kiss is softer. It's nice; it's very warm. Though Steak himself is, indeed, very warm, too. Her arms go around his neck as she kisses him -- and then, he puts his hands on her ass, and she immediately pushes her tongue into his mouth. There's a pleased moan that escapes her lips, too.
She starts to get to work on his vest, clumsily searching for the buttons so she can remove it. ]
( it's hard to ignore the reactions he gets from touching her like that, and as tempting as it might be — both for those reactions as well as the fact that her ass does fit ever so nicely into his hands — to leave them there, he can't just allow them to stay still when she's already hard at work trying to deal with his waistcoat.
so, instead, he glides one back up the curve of her spine, over the back of her neck and into her hair while the other slips to her waist, then her side, and pauses; )
Do I need to take this off?
( the skirt isn't exactly in the way here, and it is cold.
besides, there's something about the entire concept of looking at her, elegant as she is, during the act that's doing it for him. )
[ When his hand moves to trail up her back and slide into her hair, Sylvia lets out a content sigh against his lips and gets off the last button of his coat.
But...he asks his question, and Sylvia pauses for a moment, gaze darting to teh side as she thinks about this. There's something very arousing about them doing this clothed, masks on and all. Hm. Same wavelength, maybe? ]
...Nah. Leave it on.
[ And after a moment, she leans in to press kisses to his jawline, trailing them to his neck. ]
( same level of foolishness, probably. whatever the case, he isn't going to question it, because she's kissing his neck and it's got him tipping his head back with a sigh, that hand at her side skimming forwards until it cups her breast. the other stays in her hair, gently holding her against his throat as his hips rock forward against hers. )
A-as you wish. ( besides, he's being practical. who wants to fiddle around with putting such a dress back on after all of this? )
[ She smiles a little as her lips trail down, kissing at the spot where his neck meets his shoulder. Her hands press up against his chest and she's happy to roll her hips against his in return. It's tempting to just. Start unbuttoning his pants here and now, but she'll show some restraint for once in her life.
The hand at her breast, though, gets her to tug the front of her dress down just slightly, exposing her chest. ]
( some restraint. not much, otherwise neither of them would be here, but Steak isn't complaining about it. if anything, he encourages it, what with the little gasps she gets as her mouth finds the spot between his neck and shoulder, and the way his fingers begin to glide over the peak of her nipple as she pulls down her dress. it's freezing, but he stays warm enough to keep the chill from becoming unpleasant against bare skin.
it's one of the few benefits of being a Food Soul that Aefenglom didn't completely strip away, alongside the fact he doesn't, technically, need to eat. random advantages, but he's grateful for them nonetheless. and the heat especially now.
it's still clumsy, his fingernails accidentally grazing against her skin as he explores the soft curve of her chest, but unlike last time, there's no rushing, no pollen driving the urge, and he simply wants to see what noises she makes first. )
[ He'll get some gasps from her, too, when he gently brushes over her nipple. It's definitely cold outside but Steak is keeping her warm, and the way he's touching her chest certainly works in her favor in that regard, too. She's feeling that same heat that she did back in the Wilde; it's tampered down and not quite as intense, but the desire is there. The difference is that she can take things slow tonight. This is nice.
Hopefully, he'll enjoy the way she breathes out his name, too, as she nuzzles his neck. ]
( he definitely does, and while the heat inside him is yet to tip over into the insatiable hunger he felt in the Wilde, if she keeps saying his name like that, it won't be that way much longer.
but for now, there's a sense of control, enough that he tips his head towards her, seeking out her lips as he brushes kisses across her cheekbone and over the tip of her nose before eventually catching her mouth with his.
kisses, he's discovered in his time in Aefenglom, are pretty fun, and all the more so when they don't have to be about teasing, or competition, or emotions nobody wants to talk about, but simply because they feel good to do. because it feels good to have her against him, to be running his hands over her body (his thumb keeps playing with that nipple, but the other hand has dropped to her hip and further, pushing the layers of fabric out of his way) and knowing they both want this. )
[ Those kisses to her cheek and her nose are good in a way that makes her feel...comfortable. They're sweet and simple, and sometimes little kisses speak volumes. She grins, even when he presses his lips to hers, and lets out more of those little noises from his touches.
When he pushes the front of her skirt out of the way, he'll find that he has pretty easy access to her thighs, her bare skin, the heat between her legs. There's a lot he has to work with, here.
And, deciding to get past some of her nerves and be a little bold herself, Sylvia puts her hands on his ass and gives it a little squeeze. Get it, girl. ]
( that squeeze earns a gasp against her tongue, and what she finds is... well, something about as beefy as the rest of him, built by centuries of hard physical labour.
(are we sorry? nope).
Steak only breaks the kiss when his fingers find the small slip of fabric between her legs, a quick pause as a soft noise rumbles in the back of his throat, all too intrigued by that particular choice. he might not even need to slip those off later.
for now, though? he'll content those fingers with exploring the soft, warm spaces between her legs through the scrap of fabric passed off as underwear, a gentle touch to the small bundle of nerves which had her making all those noises in the Wilde. )
[ Lord. Lord that sure is beefy, and you know what, Sylvia isn't complaining. It's hot and she's not going to deny it if he asks.
When he breaks the kiss, her head goes to his shoulder; her forehead rests against it, and she feels her knees almost buckle when his fingers brush against her clit. A strained, muffled moan escapes her lips, as if she's trying to control her volume so as to not alert anyone who may be in the area. Her hips buck forward, rocking against his fingers.
Pleasure shoots through her veins, and one of her hands moves around to brush against his cock over the fabric of his slacks. ]
( he retains a vague awareness of the fact there's a party they're missing, enough that he tries to keep noises from happening by distracting himself with kisses to her mouth, to her jaw and neck.
she's reacting so nicely to his fingers, and he grows bolder, pressing harder against those nerves as he begins to rub her there in response to the things her own hand is doing, the heat inside him a bright burning fire. )
Sylvia... ( he gasps her name against her collarbone, hips twitching as he tries to resist grinding into her hand. )
[ She's very responsive to his touch, especially in how she grows hotter, wetter between her legs. She'll reward him with an experimental stroke just before she starts to unzip his pants. The way he says her name, though...
She feels dizzy. She wants him so bad, and knowing that they're not doing this under the influence of the pollen like before makes this all the more exciting. She grins to herself, reaching to stroke him through the only other thin layer standing between his erection and her hand. ]
Feeling good?
[ Because, again, she doesn't entirely know what she's doing. ]
( god, it's all new, all testing touches and blind guesswork, memories of what made them feel good in the Wilde and hoping it wasn't just a side effect of the pollen.
but clearly that isn't the case, as her hand, barely separated from his flesh by his underwear, has him groaning and grazing his teeth against her skin with each stroke. )
Fuck yes.
( maybe this is all blind guesswork, but it feels good, and his fingers dip further between her legs, pushing the fabric out of the way to glide over her slit, teasing her entrance, slowly memorising each inch of her. )
[ She likes the way he says that, the way his teeth scrape over her skin. He's warm in her hand, and she keeps giving him attention despite needing a moment of her own when his fingers brush against her skin. She gasps, right near his ear. ]
Yeah...that's good.
[ Now it's her turn to pull down his underwear, just slightly, so she can grab him fully. She gives him a few more strokes, slow and experimental. ]
( fingers jerk and pause in reaction to the waves and shocks of pleasure; Steak can't quite help it, not yet anyway. What she's doing feels good, makes him want her more, their location not even a whisper in his mind right now. this space is their own little bubble, and he groans a little more loudly as his hips rock gently in towards her.
he finally finds the ability to move his fingers again, pressing one inside of her, rocking his hand carefully against her, curling his finger and brushing the tip against her walls. )
[ His finger slides in without issue, and now it's Sylvia's turn to still her hand in favor of reacting to what he's doing. She can't help it; it feels too good to ignore. She wants more, but for now, this is good. Sylvia wants to take her time and enjoy this.
She sighs, forehead dropping to his shoulder as she nods. ]
Perfect.
[ Her hand on him starts moving again, a little faster this time. ]
( perfect is the green light he needs to keep going, the slow rocking of his hand gradually shifting to something faster — whether he realises it or not, almost perfectly in time with Sylvia's own movements. )
Of course I am. ( he flame grilled, babey. that's the most natural thing in the world to him.
but what is quickly becoming almost as natural is the way his ears prick and listen for her reactions as he gradually slides a second finger inside her, as he presses them in as deep as they will go, and leaves a trail of gentle kisses along her neck. )
[ Sylvia lets out a noise, something akin to a whine when his fingers go deeper. She's warm around him and rocks her hips with his hand. It takes a lot for her to remember to keep working on him, too; her thumb brushes against the tip as he gets to work on her neck. She hadn't realized how nice foreplay could be. ]
( that is hard to resist. hard to deny the way her words creep down his spine and settle in the depths of him, and he shifts himself closer, if such a thing is possible, his fingers spreading, just a little bit, inside her. it's as brief as the nip of his teeth at her throat, a moment before his speed increases again, the thrusting of his fingers rougher and harder than before.
gods, he wants her, but more than that, he wants to hear those words again. or perhaps others, equally needy and gasped out. )
[ Steak really doesn't beat around the bush, does he? Not that she minds, because he's absolutely driving her to her (first) climax. She finds that it's harder to stand on her two feet, and she has to lean against him to stay steady when he picks up the pace. Her hand doesn't stop working its magic on him, and his increased speed is rewarded with more moaning. ]
Fuck-
[ She starts to tighten around his fingers; he's pushing her over the edge. She presses messy kisses to the side of his neck, gasping his name against his skin. ]
( absolutely not. wasting time, in whatever way, seems pointless to him. why would you draw things out longer than necessary when you get the same result doing it there and then? her noises are as sweet now as they would be if he took it slowly, those kisses would feel just as good, her hand would still earn the rumble of her name in the back of his throat.
so, no. he doesn't stop, doesn't slow down, even as she tightens around his fingers. this is no different to dancing with an unfamiliar enemy for the first time (because, really, can they count the first time as being the first, when they worked on nothing but their own aching needs, fighting to pay attention to anything else?) — it's all about paying attention to movement and reactions, and all of those tell him she's enjoying it. )
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Date: 2020-11-10 11:15 pm (UTC)Let's get out of here.
( he thinks it would be a reasonable assumption to say that there won't be many people out in the garden at this time for night. dancing is nice and all, but he'd rather see her dancing on top of him, if you know what I mean. )
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Date: 2020-11-10 11:20 pm (UTC)[ Her response is immediate, and she pulls away from him, hard as it is, to take his hand again and lead him outside. She pauses for a moment in one of the hallways, debating between going into one of the game rooms or the garden...yeah, the garden's a safer bet. She's walking rather briskly, and once they find a quiet corner, her eyes meet his just before she leans in for a kiss.
There's a little pause there before she just goes for it, another sign of nervousness on her part. ]
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Date: 2020-11-10 11:27 pm (UTC)the kiss is softer than the ones they shared before, a moment's hesitation, warming up before he slips his arms back around her waist and drags her close against him. he's warm, he's always been too warm (a testament to the food he represents), and if he can keep her warm while also being able to feel every inch of her flush against him, well...
so much the better for him, right?
and, now that they're alone, he can't help but more boldly place his hands against the curve of her ass, letting them sit there as his lips part against hers. )
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Date: 2020-11-11 11:28 am (UTC)She starts to get to work on his vest, clumsily searching for the buttons so she can remove it. ]
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Date: 2020-11-11 08:25 pm (UTC)so, instead, he glides one back up the curve of her spine, over the back of her neck and into her hair while the other slips to her waist, then her side, and pauses; )
Do I need to take this off?
( the skirt isn't exactly in the way here, and it is cold.
besides, there's something about the entire concept of looking at her, elegant as she is, during the act that's doing it for him. )
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Date: 2020-11-11 09:51 pm (UTC)But...he asks his question, and Sylvia pauses for a moment, gaze darting to teh side as she thinks about this. There's something very arousing about them doing this clothed, masks on and all. Hm. Same wavelength, maybe? ]
...Nah. Leave it on.
[ And after a moment, she leans in to press kisses to his jawline, trailing them to his neck. ]
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Date: 2020-11-11 10:07 pm (UTC)A-as you wish. ( besides, he's being practical. who wants to fiddle around with putting such a dress back on after all of this? )
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Date: 2020-11-11 10:20 pm (UTC)The hand at her breast, though, gets her to tug the front of her dress down just slightly, exposing her chest. ]
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Date: 2020-11-11 11:22 pm (UTC)it's one of the few benefits of being a Food Soul that Aefenglom didn't completely strip away, alongside the fact he doesn't, technically, need to eat. random advantages, but he's grateful for them nonetheless. and the heat especially now.
it's still clumsy, his fingernails accidentally grazing against her skin as he explores the soft curve of her chest, but unlike last time, there's no rushing, no pollen driving the urge, and he simply wants to see what noises she makes first. )
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Date: 2020-11-11 11:30 pm (UTC)Hopefully, he'll enjoy the way she breathes out his name, too, as she nuzzles his neck. ]
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Date: 2020-11-12 08:58 pm (UTC)but for now, there's a sense of control, enough that he tips his head towards her, seeking out her lips as he brushes kisses across her cheekbone and over the tip of her nose before eventually catching her mouth with his.
kisses, he's discovered in his time in Aefenglom, are pretty fun, and all the more so when they don't have to be about teasing, or competition, or emotions nobody wants to talk about, but simply because they feel good to do. because it feels good to have her against him, to be running his hands over her body (his thumb keeps playing with that nipple, but the other hand has dropped to her hip and further, pushing the layers of fabric out of his way) and knowing they both want this. )
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Date: 2020-11-12 10:41 pm (UTC)When he pushes the front of her skirt out of the way, he'll find that he has pretty easy access to her thighs, her bare skin, the heat between her legs. There's a lot he has to work with, here.
And, deciding to get past some of her nerves and be a little bold herself, Sylvia puts her hands on his ass and gives it a little squeeze. Get it, girl. ]
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Date: 2020-11-12 10:51 pm (UTC)(are we sorry? nope).
Steak only breaks the kiss when his fingers find the small slip of fabric between her legs, a quick pause as a soft noise rumbles in the back of his throat, all too intrigued by that particular choice. he might not even need to slip those off later.
for now, though? he'll content those fingers with exploring the soft, warm spaces between her legs through the scrap of fabric passed off as underwear, a gentle touch to the small bundle of nerves which had her making all those noises in the Wilde. )
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Date: 2020-11-12 11:01 pm (UTC)When he breaks the kiss, her head goes to his shoulder; her forehead rests against it, and she feels her knees almost buckle when his fingers brush against her clit. A strained, muffled moan escapes her lips, as if she's trying to control her volume so as to not alert anyone who may be in the area. Her hips buck forward, rocking against his fingers.
Pleasure shoots through her veins, and one of her hands moves around to brush against his cock over the fabric of his slacks. ]
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Date: 2020-11-12 11:17 pm (UTC)she's reacting so nicely to his fingers, and he grows bolder, pressing harder against those nerves as he begins to rub her there in response to the things her own hand is doing, the heat inside him a bright burning fire. )
Sylvia... ( he gasps her name against her collarbone, hips twitching as he tries to resist grinding into her hand. )
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Date: 2020-11-12 11:25 pm (UTC)She feels dizzy. She wants him so bad, and knowing that they're not doing this under the influence of the pollen like before makes this all the more exciting. She grins to herself, reaching to stroke him through the only other thin layer standing between his erection and her hand. ]
Feeling good?
[ Because, again, she doesn't entirely know what she's doing. ]
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Date: 2020-11-12 11:34 pm (UTC)but clearly that isn't the case, as her hand, barely separated from his flesh by his underwear, has him groaning and grazing his teeth against her skin with each stroke. )
Fuck yes.
( maybe this is all blind guesswork, but it feels good, and his fingers dip further between her legs, pushing the fabric out of the way to glide over her slit, teasing her entrance, slowly memorising each inch of her. )
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Date: 2020-11-12 11:44 pm (UTC)Yeah...that's good.
[ Now it's her turn to pull down his underwear, just slightly, so she can grab him fully. She gives him a few more strokes, slow and experimental. ]
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Date: 2020-11-14 10:07 pm (UTC)he finally finds the ability to move his fingers again, pressing one inside of her, rocking his hand carefully against her, curling his finger and brushing the tip against her walls. )
Do you like that...?
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Date: 2020-11-14 10:19 pm (UTC)She sighs, forehead dropping to his shoulder as she nods. ]
Perfect.
[ Her hand on him starts moving again, a little faster this time. ]
Mm...you're warm, Steak.
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Date: 2020-11-15 12:00 am (UTC)Of course I am. ( he flame grilled, babey. that's the most natural thing in the world to him.
but what is quickly becoming almost as natural is the way his ears prick and listen for her reactions as he gradually slides a second finger inside her, as he presses them in as deep as they will go, and leaves a trail of gentle kisses along her neck. )
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Date: 2020-11-15 12:43 am (UTC)[ Sylvia lets out a noise, something akin to a whine when his fingers go deeper. She's warm around him and rocks her hips with his hand. It takes a lot for her to remember to keep working on him, too; her thumb brushes against the tip as he gets to work on her neck. She hadn't realized how nice foreplay could be. ]
Want -- you.
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Date: 2020-11-15 12:58 am (UTC)gods, he wants her, but more than that, he wants to hear those words again. or perhaps others, equally needy and gasped out. )
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Date: 2020-11-15 08:53 am (UTC)Fuck-
[ She starts to tighten around his fingers; he's pushing her over the edge. She presses messy kisses to the side of his neck, gasping his name against his skin. ]
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Date: 2020-11-18 11:13 pm (UTC)so, no. he doesn't stop, doesn't slow down, even as she tightens around his fingers. this is no different to dancing with an unfamiliar enemy for the first time (because, really, can they count the first time as being the first, when they worked on nothing but their own aching needs, fighting to pay attention to anything else?) — it's all about paying attention to movement and reactions, and all of those tell him she's enjoying it. )
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