[ She laughs again, soft. ] Unit aesthetic. But where I'm from these were worn underneath women's clothes for centuries. Usually with a shift underneath them, granted, but that doesn't so much fit ☆Zrael's whole thing. [ She's lived long enough to be an encyclopedia of Earth's fashion history. ]
Besides, they're pretty. And you get used to it.
[ She only has to get the back laces loose enough to snap open the front busk, which she manages with a smattering of gentle tugging. Then she unsnaps the top fastening, so he'll get the idea. Easy enough, right? ] Care to handle this?
You're sweet. [ Not the first time someone has said this to her, but touching all the same. She was made, or born or whatever, to be unnaturally perfect. Physically, anyway. ]
[ She waits, an arch expression on her face, while he makes short work of the corset. ] Any other compliments you care to offer before I make talking a much lower priority?
Good. [ If someone's too eloquent with words then she's not being distracting enough. ]
[ No complaints with the touching, however. Se slides her arms over his shoulders and noses at him so he'll turn his face up to kiss her again. She's less subtle by the moment, but not so much as to rush him through; she gets the feeling he's the type that likes to be thorough. ]
[More kisses are always welcome, and deeper than the ones before. He rubs a thumb over the peak of one breast, bringing his other hand up to mirror the first.]
[ So he can be a little less refined, given proper motivation. Good, she has no use for politeness just now. She presses forward, not quite gently, aiming to get him on his back against all the pillows. ]
[ Her hands move over him, both just to touch and trying to figure out how these things come off. Sentai clothes are not something she's used to, either. ]
[More than happy to melt into the pillows right now underneath her. He only lifts up a little to get his own shirt off over his head once it's unzipped. The henshin belt is needlessly complicated, of course, but at least after that it's relatively straightforward.]
[ Away with the shirt then, and the belt, though she laughs quietly against his mouth as she needs a little help messing with it. She starts opening his pants, teasingly slow. ]
You still want to know how you taste? [ She's impatient, as she mentioned, but not so much that she can't pause for some taunting. ]
Good. [ By the smirk in her voice, she's not talking about his blood. Though her mouth does slide away from his and to his neck, licking over the sensitive spot where she bit him earlier, she doesn't linger there. She uses her fangs to graze lower on his neck, then his collarbone, while she gets his clothing shifted around enough to get a hand on him, see if she can't get him the rest of the way roused. ]
[ With her mouth hovering somewhere over his chest, she shoots him a heated look through her eyelashes. ] Let's see if I can't compete with the sky for your attention.
[ She did say that she takes good care of her donors, and she meant it. ]
[He props himself up on his elbow enough to watch what she's doing, threading a gentle hand into her hair as she works him the rest of the way to hardness.
It won't take long. HSS is known to be hot-blooded after all.]
Oh? [ She pauses again, her hand lifting away. And huffing a breathy laugh on his stomach, glancing up at him, watching him watch her. ] And I was about to be at my utmost distracting, but if it's not necessary...
[ Leaning down to lick low on his stomach, so close to where he wants it. Two can play this teasing game, sir. ]
Well... [ She makes a slow show of nosing his clothing aside (as if it weren't perfectly out of the way already). ] Since you asked so nicely.
[ And since he seems to be looking for a show she gives him one, laving up his length in one long, slow pull. And since her kind has no gag reflex to speak of she takes him all the way into her mouth, then waits and listens, curious. ]
[It's impressive, frankly, that he manages to get that all out in one moan. His hand tightens in her hair before he forces it to relax, and his hips quiver with the effort of holding still. Even if she can't gag, no one likes to choke.]
[ Worry not, she can take a lot more than a human woman could, his grip doesn't trouble her at all. Moving his hips might, but only because she wants to run this particular show. ]
[ She can't speak so instead she offers a lingering hum, knowing he'll feel it right where it counts. Her head moves, so slow it's bound to be as much torment as pleasure, and her throat flexes here and there. She's quite experienced with this, and loves to show it off. ]
[ She hears the impatience even if it's not so saturated in his voice; all right, then. A tease yes, but she has no interest in being cruel (at present). ]
[ One last, long pull upwards, her tongue swirling at the apex, and then moving faster. She gives his hip a little tug, it's fine to move with her, she knows what she can handle. ]
[ That's just the state of mind she was after, so no need to tease further. (She might, but some other time. People need to be eased into these things. Next time they'll work on him forgetting his medical training, temporarily.) ]
[ For now, she'll let him off easy, pun intended, following his lead to set the pace and letting him move as he needs to, her grip on his hip light and in no way restrictive. She only slows when he spills into her mouth, and then she withdraws slowly, stretches her arms overhead. She then drapes herself against his side, looking every inch like the cat that got the canary. ]
You taste wonderful. [ She sounds duly amused and assumes he won't give a damn. Mission report: filed successfully. ]
[ All the goddamn time, actually... but ] I could stand to hear your opinion.
[ She rests her head on his shoulder, in no particular hurry. She's incredibly laid back about sex most of the time because, well, with her it's not so easy to get to the finish line, so to speak. However, her track record with inhumans is much better than with humans, so you never know. ] Rest a minute. I'm a lot of work.
[ And afterglow is the best part, no one should be rushed through it. ]
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I've never understood why anyone wears those, they seem entirely too troublesome to get into and out of.
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Besides, they're pretty. And you get used to it.
[ She only has to get the back laces loose enough to snap open the front busk, which she manages with a smattering of gentle tugging. Then she unsnaps the top fastening, so he'll get the idea. Easy enough, right? ] Care to handle this?
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[He's not super a fan of the sentai look, sorry.
But there's no need to tell him twice. He neatly undoes the rest of the front fastenings for her.]
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[ She waits, an arch expression on her face, while he makes short work of the corset. ] Any other compliments you care to offer before I make talking a much lower priority?
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[Corset gone, goodbye corset, hello chest. He's gentle when he cups a breast - gentlemen don't get all Grabby.]
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[ No complaints with the touching, however. Se slides her arms over his shoulders and noses at him so he'll turn his face up to kiss her again. She's less subtle by the moment, but not so much as to rush him through; she gets the feeling he's the type that likes to be thorough. ]
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[ Her hands move over him, both just to touch and trying to figure out how these things come off. Sentai clothes are not something she's used to, either. ]
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You still want to know how you taste? [ She's impatient, as she mentioned, but not so much that she can't pause for some taunting. ]
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[That's not the only thing that's roused, since he's half-hard already.]
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[ With her mouth hovering somewhere over his chest, she shoots him a heated look through her eyelashes. ] Let's see if I can't compete with the sky for your attention.
[ She did say that she takes good care of her donors, and she meant it. ]
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[He props himself up on his elbow enough to watch what she's doing, threading a gentle hand into her hair as she works him the rest of the way to hardness.
It won't take long. HSS is known to be hot-blooded after all.]
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[ Leaning down to lick low on his stomach, so close to where he wants it. Two can play this teasing game, sir. ]
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[ And since he seems to be looking for a show she gives him one, laving up his length in one long, slow pull. And since her kind has no gag reflex to speak of she takes him all the way into her mouth, then waits and listens, curious. ]
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[It's impressive, frankly, that he manages to get that all out in one moan. His hand tightens in her hair before he forces it to relax, and his hips quiver with the effort of holding still. Even if she can't gag, no one likes to choke.]
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[ She can't speak so instead she offers a lingering hum, knowing he'll feel it right where it counts. Her head moves, so slow it's bound to be as much torment as pleasure, and her throat flexes here and there. She's quite experienced with this, and loves to show it off. ]
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Hhhh... Please don't tease so much...
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[ One last, long pull upwards, her tongue swirling at the apex, and then moving faster. She gives his hip a little tug, it's fine to move with her, she knows what she can handle. ]
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Definitely not paying any attention to the sky. What sky?]
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[ For now, she'll let him off easy, pun intended, following his lead to set the pace and letting him move as he needs to, her grip on his hip light and in no way restrictive. She only slows when he spills into her mouth, and then she withdraws slowly, stretches her arms overhead. She then drapes herself against his side, looking every inch like the cat that got the canary. ]
You taste wonderful. [ She sounds duly amused and assumes he won't give a damn. Mission report: filed successfully. ]
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Thank you, I'm pleased to hear it. But I wonder, has anyone ever told you how you taste?
[Probably less often than the reverse, considering.]
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[ She rests her head on his shoulder, in no particular hurry. She's incredibly laid back about sex most of the time because, well, with her it's not so easy to get to the finish line, so to speak. However, her track record with inhumans is much better than with humans, so you never know. ] Rest a minute. I'm a lot of work.
[ And afterglow is the best part, no one should be rushed through it. ]
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[Afterglow IS the good shit. Alizarin is a woman of taste.]
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