( 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. )
[ She wants to keep on making him feel good, but the pleasure she's feeling right now feels insurmountable. Her mind goes blank as she climaxes, and there's something more special about this being the second time they're going at it. The fact that there's no pollen involved certainly has something to do with it, but that they're outside, at risk of getting caught -- yeah. She's learning something new today.
She has to lean against him for support. Her breaths come out shaky, erratic, forehead resting on his shoulder. ]
( it's almost a test of skill. skills Steak normally doesn't think much of — how quiet do you need to be before pouncing on an enemy, really? — but right now, the risk of getting caught, the need to keep quiet, feeling as though they're doing something terribly illicit (as though no one else is banging in this party. tch. he knows there are fauns about!), it all spurs him onwards.
as, it seems, her words do as well. a flush spreads over his cheeks, pink and warm, and there's a particular glint of hunger in his eyes as her compliment settles into his bones, into his veins. his hand slips away from between her legs and finds her thigh, pulling her leg up and against his hip as he draws her close for a hard, wanting kiss, breath be damned. )
[ That's good, and she lets out a surprised gasp into the kiss as he draws her close. She kisses him back just as fiercely, wanting more of him. Her kisses are a little desperate; apparently one orgasm isn't enough (thanks, Puca traits) and she's still eager to keep going.
With the leg at his hip, she lets go of her hold on him in favor of pushing her hips against his, grinding against him. It's crystal clear what she wants now, if it wasn't already before. ]
(oh. ah. soft noises work their way into their kiss — which quickly involves too much tongue and teeth as the friction of her against him hits each and every one of his nerves in just the right way. she's warm and wet and he's so, so close that he has to break the kiss to gasp. )
Hold on— ( the clearing doesn't have a bench or anything, but the ground is soft and he's careful as he lowers himself to the earth, hands sliding down her legs as he drops down, looking up through his mask, breath hitching in his throat.
she really is quite lovely, a fact which is only emphasised by the outfit and the slightly dishevelled look that's come from their fooling around. )
[ She puts a hand in his hair as he lowers himself, shivering as his hands slide down her legs. The way he's looking at her, though, gives her pause. She blinks once, and then twice before her surprised expression turns into something more fond. ]
[ She laughs lightheartedly before she joins him on the grass. She sees what his hand's doing and quickly places her hand above his, a way of saying "here, let me handle this". Even if watching him was...kind of hot, in some way.
And, not moving her hand, Sylvia moves up to him and pulls him in for a deep, passionate kiss. She kisses him hungrily, needing him, slowly guiding him so his back hits the grass gently. ]
I'd return the favor, but I have a feeling we're both pretty ready.
( ah... well. he supposes he'll let her take the reins if it results in kisses like that, not fighting her lead as his tongue finds hers, as his hands find her waist and he stretches out in the grass.
yes, as she could well tell, saying they're both ready may be an understatement here. while this isn't quite as wild as he felt in the Wilde (ha. ha.), it's close, with that familiar ache deep in his belly, anticipation drumming a heavy beat in his chest. )
I want to fuck you— ( he agrees, his voice a heavy breath, eyes half-lidded and gazing intensely at her. )
[ Oh, holy shit. Sylvia's eyes go a little wide at that, and her cheeks immediately burn up. She should've expected that, but somehow his bold statement manages to catch her off-guard. Maybe it's because she isn't used to being wanted. ]
Yeah?
[ She pauses and lifts herself up. Sylvia slowly lowers herself onto him, moaning breathlessly once he's inside of her. She lowers herself again, leveraging herself on her elbows. ]
Let's do it, then.
[ And just like that, she starts to rock her hips. ]
( he's forever telling the truth, even if it flusters the other party. perhaps especially if it flusters the other party when it's Sylvia and they're like this. but the grin of successfully making her blush fades into a low moan as she presses herself down, enveloping him in that familiar warmth and softness.
and somehow, without the presence of the pollen, with the knowledge this is nothing but their own desires driving them, it feels even better. )
Come here... ( his words are gasped out, teeth biting around them as his hands reach for her, curling into her hair and pulling her into a warm, deep kiss as she begins to move, stoking the fires in the pit of his belly with the soft rocking of her hips. )
[ It sure does, doesn't it? She's enjoying this a lot more than when they were in the Wilde. It's nicer, knowing that they both want this for real, and she's happy to kiss him back. It's nice that, like this, the skirt of her dress is...covering all the appropriate bits for this, too.
She moans into the kiss. It's stifled, but it's needy and she wants more of him. She decides to pick up the pace and moves faster, harder on top of him. ]
( it's a very conveniently cut dress, short enough in the front to make everything easy without having to get fully undressed, but long enough in the back to look elegant. Steak would almost wonder if this isn't why such fashion cuts exist, but Steak knows nothing about fashion (a fact which is all too obvious if you look at his usual choice in "armour").
gods, he loves that noise she makes, breaking the kiss only to gasp in a breath and tug at her lip with his teeth while his hand slides away from her head and finds the curve of her breast once more, squeezing it before his finger skirts around the edges of her nipple, teasing her as she moves, as each shift of her hips is rewarded with soft, low moans from him. )
[ The way he touches her is perfect, even if it's teasing, and Sylvia's lips crash into his again. She moans, hungry for more, and the way her hips thrust down onto him is clear indication of that, too. She's definitely picking up the pace now, more and more with every second that passes...
It's getting to be too much to bear. She lets out a stifled moan into the kiss before she pulls away, just slightly, and growls: ]
Close, Steak --
[ God. God. She's so desperate for release, and it shows in the way she moves, in how she kisses him again with so much heat and passion. ]
( her movements earn gasps, moans, a breathless swear which gets lost in Sylvia's mouth. everything tips closer with every rock of her hips, his own grinding up to meet hers, desperately seeking that final something which will get him there.
but most important of all is getting her there, to that peak she's asking for. his touches aren't so teasing, his thumb and forefinger pinching her nipple, tweaking it more firmly as his teeth grip her lower lip and tug. )
[ That's more than enough to tip her over the edge. Sylvia hits her climax with a gasp and arches her back; she comes hard, because there's something arousing about doing this at a party and being on top. She's finding that she really likes sex with Steak, too. It's nice and he makes her feel pretty special.
After she's done riding it out (and making sure he finishes, too) she leans in for one more kiss. ]
( he comes soon after her, in a gasping, shuddering motion, head pressed against her shoulder. this... he never really understood what made humans - and many food souls - so feral for this particular activity. even after the pollen subsided, he could have wrote it off as a hiccup, a result of that particular plant, but--
well. damn. accepting her invitation wasn't a bad decision at all. it'sas though all the tension in his body has seeped out of him, and the only thing that matters for now is the two of them. not the party, not the souls inside it, but just this space in the garden and nothing more. )
[ She grins at him, though, while she rolls off of him and pulls her dress up. She sits on the grass, legs off to the side and makes an attempt to smooth out her hair. ]
So...what did you think? Just as good as the Wilde?
[ She really would. Asking Steak for this was a really good idea, and she starts to get ready to rise to her feet -- then, the shoulder clap.
She can't help but giggle a little. Normally this sort of thing would result in...some kind of romantic gesture, but their relationship is anything but that, so it seems pretty fitting to have a brosis moment anyway.
She holds out her hand for...a fistbump....... ]
You can call me anytime for this, okay? I wasn't sure how this was gonna go, but it went waaaaaay better than I thought it would.
( look, there's no rules that say they can't fistbump after an orgasm or two, and even if there were, no one has told them to Steak so he's just going to roll with it, bumping their fists together with a laugh. )
Of course. ( ugh, he supposes he should stand up. it's surprising, just how intense this is, physically. Food Souls may not technically need to eat, but he can understand why someone would reach for snacks after this.
or bed. though perhaps that's just the hour of the night getting to him. ) You can also call me if you ever need help with anything.
( whether that's in fighting off something, lifting heavy things, or anything else. just give him a ring and he'll do what he can. )
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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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Date: 2020-11-20 08:12 am (UTC)She has to lean against him for support. Her breaths come out shaky, erratic, forehead resting on his shoulder. ]
Geez... You -- you're something else, Steak.
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Date: 2020-11-20 09:30 pm (UTC)as, it seems, her words do as well. a flush spreads over his cheeks, pink and warm, and there's a particular glint of hunger in his eyes as her compliment settles into his bones, into his veins. his hand slips away from between her legs and finds her thigh, pulling her leg up and against his hip as he draws her close for a hard, wanting kiss, breath be damned. )
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Date: 2020-11-20 09:36 pm (UTC)With the leg at his hip, she lets go of her hold on him in favor of pushing her hips against his, grinding against him. It's crystal clear what she wants now, if it wasn't already before. ]
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Date: 2020-11-22 09:10 pm (UTC)Hold on— ( the clearing doesn't have a bench or anything, but the ground is soft and he's careful as he lowers himself to the earth, hands sliding down her legs as he drops down, looking up through his mask, breath hitching in his throat.
she really is quite lovely, a fact which is only emphasised by the outfit and the slightly dishevelled look that's come from their fooling around. )
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Date: 2020-11-24 09:48 am (UTC)You doing okay down there? Want me to join you?
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Date: 2020-11-24 10:08 pm (UTC)Why wouldn't I want that?
( it's only slightly grumpy, mostly out of a sense of impatience as his hand wraps around his cock, slowly stroking the length as he waits.
strange, how something like this can make a second feel like an hour. )
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Date: 2020-11-24 10:22 pm (UTC)[ She laughs lightheartedly before she joins him on the grass. She sees what his hand's doing and quickly places her hand above his, a way of saying "here, let me handle this". Even if watching him was...kind of hot, in some way.
And, not moving her hand, Sylvia moves up to him and pulls him in for a deep, passionate kiss. She kisses him hungrily, needing him, slowly guiding him so his back hits the grass gently. ]
I'd return the favor, but I have a feeling we're both pretty ready.
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Date: 2020-11-24 10:44 pm (UTC)yes, as she could well tell, saying they're both ready may be an understatement here. while this isn't quite as wild as he felt in the Wilde (ha. ha.), it's close, with that familiar ache deep in his belly, anticipation drumming a heavy beat in his chest. )
I want to fuck you— ( he agrees, his voice a heavy breath, eyes half-lidded and gazing intensely at her. )
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Date: 2020-11-24 10:57 pm (UTC)Yeah?
[ She pauses and lifts herself up. Sylvia slowly lowers herself onto him, moaning breathlessly once he's inside of her. She lowers herself again, leveraging herself on her elbows. ]
Let's do it, then.
[ And just like that, she starts to rock her hips. ]
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Date: 2020-11-28 09:44 pm (UTC)and somehow, without the presence of the pollen, with the knowledge this is nothing but their own desires driving them, it feels even better. )
Come here... ( his words are gasped out, teeth biting around them as his hands reach for her, curling into her hair and pulling her into a warm, deep kiss as she begins to move, stoking the fires in the pit of his belly with the soft rocking of her hips. )
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Date: 2020-12-02 11:24 pm (UTC)She moans into the kiss. It's stifled, but it's needy and she wants more of him. She decides to pick up the pace and moves faster, harder on top of him. ]
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Date: 2020-12-12 06:07 pm (UTC)gods, he loves that noise she makes, breaking the kiss only to gasp in a breath and tug at her lip with his teeth while his hand slides away from her head and finds the curve of her breast once more, squeezing it before his finger skirts around the edges of her nipple, teasing her as she moves, as each shift of her hips is rewarded with soft, low moans from him. )
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Date: 2020-12-16 12:25 am (UTC)It's getting to be too much to bear. She lets out a stifled moan into the kiss before she pulls away, just slightly, and growls: ]
Close, Steak --
[ God. God. She's so desperate for release, and it shows in the way she moves, in how she kisses him again with so much heat and passion. ]
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Date: 2020-12-16 12:32 am (UTC)but most important of all is getting her there, to that peak she's asking for. his touches aren't so teasing, his thumb and forefinger pinching her nipple, tweaking it more firmly as his teeth grip her lower lip and tug. )
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Date: 2020-12-16 12:35 am (UTC)After she's done riding it out (and making sure he finishes, too) she leans in for one more kiss. ]
Hah...geez, Steak...
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Date: 2020-12-16 12:44 am (UTC)well. damn. accepting her invitation wasn't a bad decision at all. it'sas though all the tension in his body has seeped out of him, and the only thing that matters for now is the two of them. not the party, not the souls inside it, but just this space in the garden and nothing more. )
What did I do?
( he knows what he did, let's be honest. )
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Date: 2020-12-16 12:46 am (UTC)[ She grins at him, though, while she rolls off of him and pulls her dress up. She sits on the grass, legs off to the side and makes an attempt to smooth out her hair. ]
So...what did you think? Just as good as the Wilde?
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Date: 2020-12-16 12:50 am (UTC)as she moves away from him, he takes a moment to zip himself back up and smooths out his clothes before running a hand through his hair. )
... Better. ( it was nicer, not having his mind clouded by the pollen. just having fun for the sake of having fun.
Steak yawns, stretching before he reaches a hand out and... claps her on the shoulder. good show, brosis. )
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Date: 2020-12-16 01:01 am (UTC)[ She really would. Asking Steak for this was a really good idea, and she starts to get ready to rise to her feet -- then, the shoulder clap.
She can't help but giggle a little. Normally this sort of thing would result in...some kind of romantic gesture, but their relationship is anything but that, so it seems pretty fitting to have a brosis moment anyway.
She holds out her hand for...a fistbump....... ]
You can call me anytime for this, okay? I wasn't sure how this was gonna go, but it went waaaaaay better than I thought it would.
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Date: 2020-12-20 02:39 pm (UTC)Of course. ( ugh, he supposes he should stand up. it's surprising, just how intense this is, physically. Food Souls may not technically need to eat, but he can understand why someone would reach for snacks after this.
or bed. though perhaps that's just the hour of the night getting to him. ) You can also call me if you ever need help with anything.
( whether that's in fighting off something, lifting heavy things, or anything else. just give him a ring and he'll do what he can. )