[He does have a dish washer, but cleaning up himself keeps his hands busy. There were facts about this conversation, but it was also a little more emotionally charged then simple item prep. It helps keep him here and not too flustered as he cleans the dishes.]
That is good to know. It can be easy for me to get caught up in being domineering, knowing there is a limit is good. [It keeps him paying attention to the signals and figure out what the limit is without needing to be told off too much to be annoying.]
[He does nod as she continues and his own face heats up as he keeps his eyes pointed to the sink.] I enjoyed what we did before. I don't really know what could be a no for the most part from the lack of experience, but I will be clear if I don't like something.
But...I don't mind you directing me with a hand on my neck, but don't use a grip that would restrict air flow. I can't suffocate, don't worry otherwise. And no collars at any point in the future.
And of course water is a no go. Sorry, there will be no round two in the shower, I get in and out as fast as hygienically possible.
Choking and collars never occurred to me to mention, or even think about. I couldn't see you that way. [ She sounds vaguely horrified. ] Dominance isn't about being demeaning, not the way I do it.
[ What books were you reading, exactly? ]
You mentioned you don't like water, so I guessed that much. And don't you dare say you're sorry about it; it's part of who and what you are. Which I happen to like.
[ She moves closer and leans her back against the counter beside where he's washing dishes. Watching him with, for once, no teasing or amusement. ] Do you want me to leave after, or stay the night?
My biggest concern was more you'd put a hand on the front of my neck to hold me in place or move me and that would do it, especially since there is no health reason to not put too much pressure. Since I was addressing it, might as well just be clear on collars too.
[You see some Things when you try to track what the internet thinks of your bull man dad.]
[He'll start handing off dishes as they get clean.] It was more an attempt at a joke. I'm not sorry for being a fire demon.
...if you want to stay, I think that would be okay. [He is blushing a lot, but at least getting through it!!!]
Ah. Good that it was just a joke. But it never hurts to be clear that I appreciate what you are.
[ That is important! Especially since his self-esteem seems to be as bad as hers, she wants to be perfectly clear about accepting it. Including his temperament which high demon society seems to have problems with... what the hell their deal is she has no idea. ]
[ She takes the dishes and dries them at a more relaxed pace than she usually would, in case he has more to say. ]
[ And she smiles sweetly when he says she can stay over. ]
I'd like to stay, then. [ She came prepared for that just in case, hoping she'd need it. Having to get up and get out while you're loose-limbed and indolent is a pain, but she'd do it if he preferred. ]
[He's quite red himself. He doesn't have a problem with his demon self, his self esteem issues are fairly him orientated, but it is nice to be appreciated all the same.]
[He nods at that and despite the flush, there is a small smile on his face. Because it does sound nice. To not be left alone after. It sounded too cold and much like the dinner, he wanted it to feel a bit special at least.]
And.
What things would you like? I know the biting, but other things you enjoy that a novice might be able to do.
[ Somehow this discussion is so sweet. It's likely not divorced from his own need to be competent and successful, but all the same he wants to please her. And that, the want to please her, that's what she likes. "Worship" or "devotion" are the closest words, and she sort of hates the idea of saying them out loud since she considers him her equal. She said it to Rosen, no problem, insisted in fact, but that dynamic was very different. ]
[ As far as specifics... ]
[ She reaches out with the hand closest to him and loops her index finger through one of the belt loops on his jeans. Giving a very gentle tug, not enough to actually pull him away from what he's doing but letting him know she very much wants to. ]
I can show you what I like, as soon as you're done. [ Time to learn by doing. Tinker, if you will. ]
[Divorcing him from his need to be competent and successful will take Some Time unfortunately. Getting rid of a centuries long motivation is no small task.]
[He looks up at the tug, blush getting more intense as well as the crackling of his hair.] R-right. [He swallows and quickly washes the last of the dishes, a mix of nervous and excited.]
[It only takes a minute or two to finish and wash up, letting his hands steam to dry away the water from them, it's more thorough than a towel, and looks to her.] Okay. I'm done, so we can....
[ She's already put the towel down by the time his hands are steaming, so her hands are free to slip over his shoulders as she steps in front of him and, without prelude, kisses him. Not a simple kiss, that's won't do for shrugging off nerves. Her kiss is like a revving engine, foot to the floor. If his hands remain idle for more than a moment she releases her hold on him and places his hands on her waist. Or hips, wherever they land. ]
[ Then she aims to get his overthinking brain good and scrambled with the way she's kissing him and pressed up close. ]
[ After several long moments, she pulls back just barely enough to get in a quick word. ] You have something for your throat in the bedroom? I'm planning on you needing to burn off a lot of my blood.
[There is that sparking euphoria as the brief contact turns to something firm and close and so much more. One that is intense and sends electricity through his nerves and he finds himself quickly melting into it. Only jumping a bit as his hands are grabbed, but dutifully move moves his hands to pull her closer, moving to rest on her lower back.]
[His eyes are lidded, face flushed, but want is clear all the same.] Yes. A few water bottles on the night stand. [He steps forward, pushing towards the bedroom, while still pressed against her.]
[ She moves with him easily and without having to put an inch of space between them, thank you ridiculous genes. Not the only thing she'll be thanking them for tonight, she'd bet. ]
[ One arm remains around his shoulders while the other hand starts unfastening his shirt, she has much better plans for that neck than a high collar. She gives him another deep, intense kiss as they move toward the bedroom locked together, and then pulls back once more to look at him, her eyes already a burning golden red. ]
Then... tell me what you want. [ She says it in that commanding voice he likes, and by her dangerous smile she's going to insist on an answer. ]
[He kisses back, still a little clumsy, but he's all too eager to give himself into this. He made the decision this time and he is one to commit. He keeps a hand on her lower back, the other reaching out to run along the wall to get to the bedroom without having to make any space between them.]
[He's panting softly when she pulls away, pupils dilating as he meets her eyes, remembering the meaning of red and gold. His hand reaches for the doorknob behind her.]
You. [His voice is a bit breathless, saying what he didn't before.] I want you to bite me. I want to touch you, feel more of you.
[ She could've gotten them down the hall backwards in pitch blackness through deadly obstacles if it meant keeping both his hands on her, though it doesn't especially matter. Hopefully this is the last moment his hands aren't both on her for a long while. ]
[ If she's surprised by what he says, there's no sign of it. But her eyes do shine all the brighter and she leans close to murmur against his ear, still speaking in that voice that's impossible to deny -- not that she hopes he'd want to. ]
I'm yours, then. [ Then her head inclines to bear her neck for him, since her dress so conveniently allows for a bite and she's desperately impatient. One hand rests on the back of his neck to encourage him. ] Taste and touch and feel all you want.
[He lets out a shuddering breath at that. She's doing that voice that pulls at something deep in him. He desperately wants to please. He wants to make that voice happy with him.]
[He wants to be good.]
[He pushes open the door and his hand returns to her back as he pushes her inside. The room is nice and orderly, lit by several candles. Mood lightning never hurts, after all. (And okay, its also a trick for him to not singe his bed. He can avoid setting her on fire, not singeing his furniture is a whole other matter.)]
You're really good at that. [Tempting, drawing him in, seduction. One of those. All of them, probably.]
[He pushes her towards the bed, mouth moving to her neck, kissing and nipping lightly at the skin at first, his hands moving to her sides to push her to sit on the bed, quick to try and climb onto her lap.]
[ Saya doesn't look at the candles, but she can appreciate the setup once again. He really pulled out some tricks for this, it's lovely -- in the mood she's in, though, with her intensely dominant side forward, she's less impressed than simply pleased. ]
I'm glad you think so. [ Her kind is built for seduction in all its forms. There's a vampire joke in there somewhere. ]
[ Rather than simply sit on the bed, Saya reclines on it, propped on her elbows, like she owns the place. Her burning eyes stand out all the more in the din of the candlelit room. She reaches out a hand, the movement flowingly casual, to pull him along with her, ideally so his weight is pressing down on her. She doesn't want any space between them. ]
[ And whether he follows or he doesn't, she tilts her head to bare her neck for him. ] I've been thinking about your bite for days.
[He follows along easily enough. He isn't looking to create space either, just seemed ill advised to be on their feet with how his legs were feeling by the end of it.]
[Once they're settled, then he allows his hands to wander. Running up along her sides, down her back, keeping his nails blunted to run them down her back without ruining her dress.] I must admit, I did spend far too much time on theories of how I might make the marks linger. No solid ideas yet, but they do look quite pretty on you, for those brief moments.
[Its a quiet murmur against her skin, just below her ear as he nibbles on the skin there, before kissing his way down. The kisses firm, deliberate, a tease until he gets to the nape of her neck. Nuzzling it gently, a teasing affection for several long moments, until he opens his mouth wide. A light scrape of his teeth at first, before finally giving in and biting down hard, digging in deep after only a moment.]
[ She bends her leg on the side of her dress with the higher hemline, leaving an enticing stretch of thigh if he wants to explore it. ]
Did you? I wouldn't mind wearing your mark for however long you can get it to last. [ If he can get it to be permanent, her answer is the same. She'd never be ashamed of being close to someone, nor having others notice the evidence of it. She rolls her shoulders and shivers a bit at the way his hands move, particularly the soft scrape of his fingernails. ]
[ When he kisses her neck, she hums in such a way that the sound seems to curl around them, beckoning. And she looses a wavering sigh of impatience at his teasing, though she appreciates it actually, she likes anticipation games. But she likes it more when he bites, since she gasps and arches her back to press even closer. The hand not propping her up settles in his hair, easing out whatever's holding part of it back so she can stroke through it, her fingernails returning his tease as they brush his scalp and the back of his neck. ]
It may take a bit to figure out. Its a surprisingly tricky balance to make something stick without being actually dangerous. [As much as he wants to mark her, he doesn't want to seriously hurt her. Perhaps something he could test in a spar instead of potentially ruining a mood. He wasn't looking for a permanent mark because, well, that feels like something quite serious to do, emotionally speaking. He wasn't ready to go there yet.]
[But that was neither here nor there, not when she was in his bed and that was his focus right now. A rumbling purr building in his chest as her blood touches his tongue, teeth lingering as he sucks lightly on the skin. A sound that just gets deeper as the loose hair tie slips out of his hair and her fingers move through the thick tresses.]
[His hands are slow in their movement, but she keeps making those beckoning noises and he wants and he's decided to let himself have this time. A hand moving down to her thigh, where the skirt is hiked up, to slip under the fabric, this time moving beyond simply scandalous to pushed it up higher, enough for his fingers to trace the edges of her underwear. His other hand moving up to the one strap of her dress, gently tugging it off her shoulder.]
[ "Permanent" for her is a bit different of a concept, she doesn't let herself think beyond the next several months. After waking from hibernation she'd have a bite mark and the meaning wouldn't register so that would be all. She would never say any of that because it expresses doubt about his (and others) ability to fix her situation, but the truth is she doesn't think it'll work. ]
[ However, that is certainly not the focus right now. Her fingers card through his hair in long, slow movements and she makes a floating sound against his ear which turns into more of a soft moan by the end. She shivers as his hand slides beneath her dress, and his fingers will find soft silk beneath it. Her hip shifts in such a way that encourages his touch and her shoulder dips down to allow the strap to slip off. ]
If you roll over for me you can help me out of the dress entirely. [ She says this in that same voice, low and breathy, though it's less a command and more a strong suggestion. She's quite happy where she is, if he'd prefer to wait. ]
[Red Son would frankly be offended if she doubted his ability (he doubts himself enough.) But honestly it would just make him more determined and willing to do even more drastic things for a result. He doesn't know the meaning of give up. Especially when it seems hopeless.]
[The feel of her fingers is soothing, the sound curling through his mind, helping relax his nerves. He wants this, of course he does, its why he invited her, but its impossible to not feel anxious and nervous. He wants to do well for her, but the gentle affection makes it easier to melt into her.]
[His teeth lingered for several moments more, fingers tracing along the silky fabric along her outer thigh, touches exploring over smooth skin. Humming as she speaks, and after another moment, he releases her neck, licking away the blood before leaning back a bit, a trail of smoke leaving the side of his mouth.] I can't really say no to that. [His own voice is thick, just a little rough from the fire, and he had been honest about wanting to touch more of her. It would be easier without the fabric in the way.]
[Besides, he still wanted to know where her piercing was.]
[He grips her shoulder, tugging her close to nuzzle her neck before rolling over and pulling her along with him.]
[ She can't unclench her feelings about her hibernation, is all. She's worried she'll break open if she lets some hope in. ]
[ She can feel him relaxing; good. There's bound to be nerves, and she'll smooth them out as they crop up. Not her first time easing someone into this, and the effort has always been so worth it. Especially with the way his biting has her blood up -- and she'll return the favor in a moment. But first... ]
[ She rolls with him easily, her dress already being ruched and hiked up it's no problem to be essentially sitting on him, much the way she was last time. She stays close to kiss him, brief but heated -- though she goes to pull away and finds herself kissing him again before she finally straightens her back and sits up enough to get out of the dress. ]
[ If his hand was still up at her hip, he's welcome to help the process along. Otherwise she crosses her arms and slowly, teasingly bunches the fabric in her hands until she can pull the dress off overhead. Beneath it is a matching set in black silk -- a front-lacing corset on top, which might not have been anticipated -- delicately and intricately embroidered in red and gold. Absolutely fit for royalty. Believe it or not, this wasn't done for Red Son specifically, she happens to have another partner who inspired it, but it works well for both. ]
[ Saya looks down on him with gold eyes flecked with red and a smile which doesn't hide her fangs. ]
Say something nice, now. [ Her tongue flicks at her fangs promisingly and she finishes unfastening his shirt while she waits for him to be appropriately complimentary. ]
[He kisses back, just as heated, wanting. He wants to see more, to touch more, but he finds it very hard to resist kissing her. Especially when he can feel how much she wants him through it. All little things that help his nerves.]
[But he doesn't follow her when she sits back. He knows that is a good way to not get to see her. He is more than eager to help the process, however, helping push up the fabric, his hands running up along her sides, hands resting just under her ribs as she tugs it the rest of the way off. He looks her over with lidded eyes and there is a hitch in his breathing as he sees the color.]
[Even if it wasn't for him, it certainly feels pointed.]
[His hands drift over the corset, tracing over the delicate embroidery with a light touch. His eyes flick up to hers, the gold looking more like amber with his eyes darkened by lust.]
You're gorgeous. [At least he chose the shirt specifically for ease, the buttons going all the way down along the side.] Not that its a surprise. You're like an Oleander. Beautiful, at a glance you seem almost delicate in your beauty, but anyone paying attention will see how dangerous you are.
[ Her choice of color here is pointed, yes. It's convenient that Rosen also wields fire, this took a good deal of time and thread to create (yes, she did it herself. Can't take the Victorian out of the vampire). ]
[ Saya had been glancing down at his shirt buttons, working them free in a casual way, her back straight as his fingers explore as they like. But when he says that anyone paying attention can see she's dangerous, her eyes flick up to lock with his and the way she smiles shifts just a little. She'll show him dangerous in a moment, and the thought makes her unbuttoning slightly less unhurried. ]
[ Once the buttons are free, she slides her hands up his chest to peel back his shirt and bends gracefully down to nose at the underside of his jaw so he'll expose his neck further. ]
I ask for flattery, but you see more of me than that. [ She kisses down his neck, slowly. Teasing with her fangs, little sharp brushes that come nowhere close to breaking skin. ] How could I not reward you for it?
[ Down at the crook of his neck, she bares her fangs against his skin -- and waits. Just when it seems she might be teasing again, her fangs press into him with that same excruciating slowness that made him squirm last time. Evoking the memory to enhance the sensation itself. This is near a nerve cluster, so he'll get an extra sizzle from that. ]
[ Slowly, slowly her fangs push through his skin and muscle. A low growl rumbles from her throat and across her lips as her fangs finally sink into him that last bit, and she curls closer to sip at his blood. Not too much, it's better if she waits, but she's been needing this for days. ]
[His fingers trail over the intricate lines of thread, humming in appreciation at the craftsmanship, before his fingers trail down the laces, until his hands reach her skin, trailing along the bottom edge of the corset.]
[His breath hitches as he feels her hands on him. It was definitely right to go with the buttons, shivering under her touch. His head tilts back dutifully, eyes closing to focus on the feeling when he can't see her clearly.]
If people aren't acknowledging your power, then they're doing flattery wrong. [Danger, power, who doesn't want to feel that kind of strength? Sighing softly with every teasing kiss and brush of fangs.] But I do like rewards.
[His heart starts to pound as he feels the fangs start to press against his skin, his hands moving along her back, down to the black silk, hesitating a moment, letting out a shuddering breath as he tries to not move and dislodge those fangs that are so close to biting down, and moving his hands lower to cup her ass through the silky fabric.]
[There is a definite squeeze as she starts to bite down, and he picks up its that teasing slowness and it pulls a whimper to him as the buzzing starts under his skin. The slow burning pain, the rush of pleasure that comes with it, slow and deliberate and maddening, panting and moaning softly shifting under her and pulling her just that bit closer.]
[ His slow appreciation of her corset embroidery is nice, actually. She hadn't expected more than a momentary glance, though she should have known better. He and Rosen are masters of the same element, but they're very different people. ]
[ Likewise, his comment about those who don't acknowledge and appreciate her power is... interesting. Because mostly, they don't. The accept her certainly, tolerate the occasional intrusion of her instincts, masochists can appreciate little pieces of it now and then, but mostly her dark side is something she is loved despite. With the exceptions of Pentium (and even thinking that name pains her) and possibly Rosen with his devotion, she can name very few instances where that part of her has been truly loved. Even the empathy bond she shared with her husband and Yuri, she never felt that they truly understood -- how could they? ]
[ She doesn't dwell on that, however. Those thoughts are common enough, albeit not typically challenged by someone she happens to be in bed with. She purrs against his neck with her fangs buried in him, giving the impression of a feline stretching its back to find a waiting hand. And she withdraws her fangs, licks briefly but intently at the trickle of blood, and then shifts a bit to bite again a short distance away (not one of the double bite things she does, that's for later or if his nerves flare up), this time hooking her fangs on his collarbone and biting down hard and fast. Eager, because she is. ]
[ Her intent was to spend a quick moment on this bite, though she can't resist just another half-swallow of his blood. It's so rich, almost sweet in that way immortal blood has about it. Tempting to give in and get a real drink, but no. Not yet. She wants to drink from him later, when his blood is brimming with endorphins. She wants to taste him wanting her. So her fangs slide free, and she removes any leaking blood with the tip of her tongue. ]
[ Saya sits back just a bit, her lips tinted red around her gleaming white fangs, locking eyes with his and then lowering hers so that his gaze falls down to the top knot of her corset lacing, which she unravels with one slow pull before her hand moves away, clearly urging him to take over. He'll have to unlace the entire thing, pulling the cording free through each eyelet, slowly of necessity, to get the corset loose and off. Very much by design. She does love anticipation games, and she doesn't at all mind if he unwraps her and looks and touches as he likes. She has ways of soothing any nerves that crop up, though usually people are less nervous about seeing their partner undressed than doing so themselves. ]
[ In case he needs some motivation to get started, she curls down to kiss him in that deep and intense way she has about her, then she bites his lip and her kiss turns nearly desperate and ticks up the heat substantially. ]
I want your touch on my skin. [ This is murmured in that Voice he seems to like, the effect of which is only enhanced by Saya being short-winded so her words buzz against his mouth. She wants his fingertips tracing her curves as they did the swooping threadlines of her corset. If he does take the hint and start tugging the lacing open, she'll sit up so he can watch. Equal parts perfect shamelessness and wanting to watch his reaction. ]
[ If and when he manages to get it unlaced to the bottom, there's that piercing at long last, at her navel, a delicate red jewel dangling on a gold chain. Perhaps that won't be the focus of his attention, however, given the soft curves and smooth, flawless skin he'll have to consider. The shape of her seems perfect for a hand to rest, and certainly she hopes he'll do exactly that. ]
[Red Son is, at his core, a craftsman. He understood intimately well how much work went into creating something, especially with such fine details. Magic could be used to take many shortcuts, to accomplish a lot of things, but he chose to do something with his hands, to make things the hard way because it was Different and because what came out was immensely satisfying. How could he not show at least a little respect for something that clearly took a lot of work?]
[Its much the same way he appreciates her power. He grew up with the emphasis of power being important,, the second most important thing, second only to family. The fact was, if Saya wasn't as powerful as she was, Red Son probably wouldn't be in bed with her right now. The power was as much part of the attraction as her appearance and persistent kindness, but it was a lot easier for him to accept that he was attracted to the power over the kindness. He would be far too nervous to admit to that, it opened up a vibrant green box he wasn't willing to deal with quite yet.]
[But power? To Red Son, it was an objective fact that to be powerful was to be incredibly attractive. It made it easy to fall into bed with her because she made sense in so many ways, that let him be put into this vulnerable position to explore something new.]
[There is the soft buzz at the approving sound, hands squeezing briefly before one drifts up, running claws lightly along her back, digging in just a bit as she bites down again, the second one making his squirm and whine at another burst of pain that quickly morphed into pleasure. A soft crackle in the air from the smoldering embers in his hair. Not a proper ignition, but certainly affected.]
[It takes a few moments for him to realize she's pulled away from his neck, opening his eyes and lowering his chin enough to look at her, breath hitching at her gaze. At the distinct feeling of being in a predator's gaze, his pupil's dilating, face growing red, anticipation and want clear on his face, as his gaze follows her to the knot. His hands move with little more prompting, hesitation more from distraction as she kisses him. Pressing into it with a hungry desperation, moaning as he feels another teasing bite.]
[But then there is the order that curls to the base of his spine and his fingers get to work. At least when he starts, he doesn't struggle. Perhaps because his fingers are used to delicate work of tinkering and spell crafting. (Really, its because he's worn plenty of laced up clothing himself over the years.)] You know, when I read the books, I thought they would be overstating how intense biting could be. I knew it was important, biologically speaking, but I didn't expect them to actually be fairly accurate. [Its a teasing murmur as he begins to tug loose the laces. Each movement was smooth, controlled, not as fast as he could make it. Drawing out each lace with care, to avoid straining the eyelet, and to tease her longer.]
[Anticipation was very important, after all.]
Even after you left, I waited...oh, an hour? Two? Before I healed them. I liked how they felt. [His own face is flushed and there is a bit of a breathless air to his words that undercuts his attempts to be teasing. The candles in the room have also grown brighter.]
[It was a way to avoid setting himself on fire too much, to just bolster a nearby fire source and still achieve that venting affect.] It felt like a shame to get rid of them.
[He pulls loose the cord and lets it drop to the side, pushing aside the dark fabric, his eyes trailing over her. Biting his lip briefly, fingers tracing over the red jewel and there was the red and gold again. His hands trail up from there, a soft trace over her skin, gaze lidded.] Its very good I don't need to breathe because you are truly breathtaking. [His words heated, the candles growing brighter, his hands trailing over his breasts, touch still gentle and exploratory, but breath hitching all the same.] How someone so dangerous is still so soft is a wonder.
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Date: Apr. 12th, 2023 03:09 pm (UTC)That is good to know. It can be easy for me to get caught up in being domineering, knowing there is a limit is good. [It keeps him paying attention to the signals and figure out what the limit is without needing to be told off too much to be annoying.]
[He does nod as she continues and his own face heats up as he keeps his eyes pointed to the sink.] I enjoyed what we did before. I don't really know what could be a no for the most part from the lack of experience, but I will be clear if I don't like something.
But...I don't mind you directing me with a hand on my neck, but don't use a grip that would restrict air flow. I can't suffocate, don't worry otherwise. And no collars at any point in the future.
And of course water is a no go. Sorry, there will be no round two in the shower, I get in and out as fast as hygienically possible.
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Date: Apr. 12th, 2023 03:29 pm (UTC)[ What books were you reading, exactly? ]
You mentioned you don't like water, so I guessed that much. And don't you dare say you're sorry about it; it's part of who and what you are. Which I happen to like.
[ She moves closer and leans her back against the counter beside where he's washing dishes. Watching him with, for once, no teasing or amusement. ] Do you want me to leave after, or stay the night?
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Date: Apr. 12th, 2023 03:43 pm (UTC)[You see some Things when you try to track what the internet thinks of your bull man dad.]
[He'll start handing off dishes as they get clean.] It was more an attempt at a joke. I'm not sorry for being a fire demon.
...if you want to stay, I think that would be okay. [He is blushing a lot, but at least getting through it!!!]
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Date: Apr. 12th, 2023 03:51 pm (UTC)[ That is important! Especially since his self-esteem seems to be as bad as hers, she wants to be perfectly clear about accepting it. Including his temperament which high demon society seems to have problems with... what the hell their deal is she has no idea. ]
[ She takes the dishes and dries them at a more relaxed pace than she usually would, in case he has more to say. ]
[ And she smiles sweetly when he says she can stay over. ]
I'd like to stay, then. [ She came prepared for that just in case, hoping she'd need it. Having to get up and get out while you're loose-limbed and indolent is a pain, but she'd do it if he preferred. ]
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Date: Apr. 12th, 2023 04:15 pm (UTC)[He's quite red himself. He doesn't have a problem with his demon self, his self esteem issues are fairly him orientated, but it is nice to be appreciated all the same.]
[He nods at that and despite the flush, there is a small smile on his face. Because it does sound nice. To not be left alone after. It sounded too cold and much like the dinner, he wanted it to feel a bit special at least.]
And.
What things would you like? I know the biting, but other things you enjoy that a novice might be able to do.
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Date: Apr. 12th, 2023 04:28 pm (UTC)[ As far as specifics... ]
[ She reaches out with the hand closest to him and loops her index finger through one of the belt loops on his jeans. Giving a very gentle tug, not enough to actually pull him away from what he's doing but letting him know she very much wants to. ]
I can show you what I like, as soon as you're done. [ Time to learn by doing. Tinker, if you will. ]
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Date: Apr. 13th, 2023 01:24 am (UTC)[He looks up at the tug, blush getting more intense as well as the crackling of his hair.] R-right. [He swallows and quickly washes the last of the dishes, a mix of nervous and excited.]
[It only takes a minute or two to finish and wash up, letting his hands steam to dry away the water from them, it's more thorough than a towel, and looks to her.] Okay. I'm done, so we can....
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Date: Apr. 13th, 2023 01:54 am (UTC)[ Then she aims to get his overthinking brain good and scrambled with the way she's kissing him and pressed up close. ]
[ After several long moments, she pulls back just barely enough to get in a quick word. ] You have something for your throat in the bedroom? I'm planning on you needing to burn off a lot of my blood.
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Date: Apr. 13th, 2023 03:38 am (UTC)[There is that sparking euphoria as the brief contact turns to something firm and close and so much more. One that is intense and sends electricity through his nerves and he finds himself quickly melting into it. Only jumping a bit as his hands are grabbed, but dutifully move moves his hands to pull her closer, moving to rest on her lower back.]
[His eyes are lidded, face flushed, but want is clear all the same.] Yes. A few water bottles on the night stand. [He steps forward, pushing towards the bedroom, while still pressed against her.]
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Date: Apr. 13th, 2023 03:55 am (UTC)[ She moves with him easily and without having to put an inch of space between them, thank you ridiculous genes. Not the only thing she'll be thanking them for tonight, she'd bet. ]
[ One arm remains around his shoulders while the other hand starts unfastening his shirt, she has much better plans for that neck than a high collar. She gives him another deep, intense kiss as they move toward the bedroom locked together, and then pulls back once more to look at him, her eyes already a burning golden red. ]
Then... tell me what you want. [ She says it in that commanding voice he likes, and by her dangerous smile she's going to insist on an answer. ]
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Date: Apr. 13th, 2023 05:09 am (UTC)[He's panting softly when she pulls away, pupils dilating as he meets her eyes, remembering the meaning of red and gold. His hand reaches for the doorknob behind her.]
You. [His voice is a bit breathless, saying what he didn't before.] I want you to bite me. I want to touch you, feel more of you.
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Date: Apr. 13th, 2023 05:24 am (UTC)[ If she's surprised by what he says, there's no sign of it. But her eyes do shine all the brighter and she leans close to murmur against his ear, still speaking in that voice that's impossible to deny -- not that she hopes he'd want to. ]
I'm yours, then. [ Then her head inclines to bear her neck for him, since her dress so conveniently allows for a bite and she's desperately impatient. One hand rests on the back of his neck to encourage him. ] Taste and touch and feel all you want.
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Date: Apr. 13th, 2023 04:27 pm (UTC)[He wants to be good.]
[He pushes open the door and his hand returns to her back as he pushes her inside. The room is nice and orderly, lit by several candles. Mood lightning never hurts, after all. (And okay, its also a trick for him to not singe his bed. He can avoid setting her on fire, not singeing his furniture is a whole other matter.)]
You're really good at that. [Tempting, drawing him in, seduction. One of those. All of them, probably.]
[He pushes her towards the bed, mouth moving to her neck, kissing and nipping lightly at the skin at first, his hands moving to her sides to push her to sit on the bed, quick to try and climb onto her lap.]
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Date: Apr. 13th, 2023 06:03 pm (UTC)I'm glad you think so. [ Her kind is built for seduction in all its forms. There's a vampire joke in there somewhere. ]
[ Rather than simply sit on the bed, Saya reclines on it, propped on her elbows, like she owns the place. Her burning eyes stand out all the more in the din of the candlelit room. She reaches out a hand, the movement flowingly casual, to pull him along with her, ideally so his weight is pressing down on her. She doesn't want any space between them. ]
[ And whether he follows or he doesn't, she tilts her head to bare her neck for him. ] I've been thinking about your bite for days.
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Date: Apr. 13th, 2023 07:21 pm (UTC)[Once they're settled, then he allows his hands to wander. Running up along her sides, down her back, keeping his nails blunted to run them down her back without ruining her dress.] I must admit, I did spend far too much time on theories of how I might make the marks linger. No solid ideas yet, but they do look quite pretty on you, for those brief moments.
[Its a quiet murmur against her skin, just below her ear as he nibbles on the skin there, before kissing his way down. The kisses firm, deliberate, a tease until he gets to the nape of her neck. Nuzzling it gently, a teasing affection for several long moments, until he opens his mouth wide. A light scrape of his teeth at first, before finally giving in and biting down hard, digging in deep after only a moment.]
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Date: Apr. 13th, 2023 07:49 pm (UTC)Did you? I wouldn't mind wearing your mark for however long you can get it to last. [ If he can get it to be permanent, her answer is the same. She'd never be ashamed of being close to someone, nor having others notice the evidence of it. She rolls her shoulders and shivers a bit at the way his hands move, particularly the soft scrape of his fingernails. ]
[ When he kisses her neck, she hums in such a way that the sound seems to curl around them, beckoning. And she looses a wavering sigh of impatience at his teasing, though she appreciates it actually, she likes anticipation games. But she likes it more when he bites, since she gasps and arches her back to press even closer. The hand not propping her up settles in his hair, easing out whatever's holding part of it back so she can stroke through it, her fingernails returning his tease as they brush his scalp and the back of his neck. ]
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Date: Apr. 14th, 2023 04:30 pm (UTC)[But that was neither here nor there, not when she was in his bed and that was his focus right now. A rumbling purr building in his chest as her blood touches his tongue, teeth lingering as he sucks lightly on the skin. A sound that just gets deeper as the loose hair tie slips out of his hair and her fingers move through the thick tresses.]
[His hands are slow in their movement, but she keeps making those beckoning noises and he wants and he's decided to let himself have this time. A hand moving down to her thigh, where the skirt is hiked up, to slip under the fabric, this time moving beyond simply scandalous to pushed it up higher, enough for his fingers to trace the edges of her underwear. His other hand moving up to the one strap of her dress, gently tugging it off her shoulder.]
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Date: Apr. 14th, 2023 04:54 pm (UTC)[ However, that is certainly not the focus right now. Her fingers card through his hair in long, slow movements and she makes a floating sound against his ear which turns into more of a soft moan by the end. She shivers as his hand slides beneath her dress, and his fingers will find soft silk beneath it. Her hip shifts in such a way that encourages his touch and her shoulder dips down to allow the strap to slip off. ]
If you roll over for me you can help me out of the dress entirely. [ She says this in that same voice, low and breathy, though it's less a command and more a strong suggestion. She's quite happy where she is, if he'd prefer to wait. ]
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Date: Apr. 14th, 2023 05:46 pm (UTC)[The feel of her fingers is soothing, the sound curling through his mind, helping relax his nerves. He wants this, of course he does, its why he invited her, but its impossible to not feel anxious and nervous. He wants to do well for her, but the gentle affection makes it easier to melt into her.]
[His teeth lingered for several moments more, fingers tracing along the silky fabric along her outer thigh, touches exploring over smooth skin. Humming as she speaks, and after another moment, he releases her neck, licking away the blood before leaning back a bit, a trail of smoke leaving the side of his mouth.] I can't really say no to that. [His own voice is thick, just a little rough from the fire, and he had been honest about wanting to touch more of her. It would be easier without the fabric in the way.]
[Besides, he still wanted to know where her piercing was.]
[He grips her shoulder, tugging her close to nuzzle her neck before rolling over and pulling her along with him.]
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Date: Apr. 14th, 2023 06:06 pm (UTC)[ She can feel him relaxing; good. There's bound to be nerves, and she'll smooth them out as they crop up. Not her first time easing someone into this, and the effort has always been so worth it. Especially with the way his biting has her blood up -- and she'll return the favor in a moment. But first... ]
[ She rolls with him easily, her dress already being ruched and hiked up it's no problem to be essentially sitting on him, much the way she was last time. She stays close to kiss him, brief but heated -- though she goes to pull away and finds herself kissing him again before she finally straightens her back and sits up enough to get out of the dress. ]
[ If his hand was still up at her hip, he's welcome to help the process along. Otherwise she crosses her arms and slowly, teasingly bunches the fabric in her hands until she can pull the dress off overhead. Beneath it is a matching set in black silk -- a front-lacing corset on top, which might not have been anticipated -- delicately and intricately embroidered in red and gold. Absolutely fit for royalty. Believe it or not, this wasn't done for Red Son specifically, she happens to have another partner who inspired it, but it works well for both. ]
[ No piercing visible quite yet, though. Gotta keep digging. ]
[ Saya looks down on him with gold eyes flecked with red and a smile which doesn't hide her fangs. ]
Say something nice, now. [ Her tongue flicks at her fangs promisingly and she finishes unfastening his shirt while she waits for him to be appropriately complimentary. ]
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Date: Apr. 14th, 2023 07:10 pm (UTC)[But he doesn't follow her when she sits back. He knows that is a good way to not get to see her. He is more than eager to help the process, however, helping push up the fabric, his hands running up along her sides, hands resting just under her ribs as she tugs it the rest of the way off. He looks her over with lidded eyes and there is a hitch in his breathing as he sees the color.]
[Even if it wasn't for him, it certainly feels pointed.]
[His hands drift over the corset, tracing over the delicate embroidery with a light touch. His eyes flick up to hers, the gold looking more like amber with his eyes darkened by lust.]
You're gorgeous. [At least he chose the shirt specifically for ease, the buttons going all the way down along the side.] Not that its a surprise. You're like an Oleander. Beautiful, at a glance you seem almost delicate in your beauty, but anyone paying attention will see how dangerous you are.
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Date: Apr. 14th, 2023 07:34 pm (UTC)[ Saya had been glancing down at his shirt buttons, working them free in a casual way, her back straight as his fingers explore as they like. But when he says that anyone paying attention can see she's dangerous, her eyes flick up to lock with his and the way she smiles shifts just a little. She'll show him dangerous in a moment, and the thought makes her unbuttoning slightly less unhurried. ]
[ Once the buttons are free, she slides her hands up his chest to peel back his shirt and bends gracefully down to nose at the underside of his jaw so he'll expose his neck further. ]
I ask for flattery, but you see more of me than that. [ She kisses down his neck, slowly. Teasing with her fangs, little sharp brushes that come nowhere close to breaking skin. ] How could I not reward you for it?
[ Down at the crook of his neck, she bares her fangs against his skin -- and waits. Just when it seems she might be teasing again, her fangs press into him with that same excruciating slowness that made him squirm last time. Evoking the memory to enhance the sensation itself. This is near a nerve cluster, so he'll get an extra sizzle from that. ]
[ Slowly, slowly her fangs push through his skin and muscle. A low growl rumbles from her throat and across her lips as her fangs finally sink into him that last bit, and she curls closer to sip at his blood. Not too much, it's better if she waits, but she's been needing this for days. ]
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Date: Apr. 16th, 2023 08:32 am (UTC)[His breath hitches as he feels her hands on him. It was definitely right to go with the buttons, shivering under her touch. His head tilts back dutifully, eyes closing to focus on the feeling when he can't see her clearly.]
If people aren't acknowledging your power, then they're doing flattery wrong. [Danger, power, who doesn't want to feel that kind of strength? Sighing softly with every teasing kiss and brush of fangs.] But I do like rewards.
[His heart starts to pound as he feels the fangs start to press against his skin, his hands moving along her back, down to the black silk, hesitating a moment, letting out a shuddering breath as he tries to not move and dislodge those fangs that are so close to biting down, and moving his hands lower to cup her ass through the silky fabric.]
[There is a definite squeeze as she starts to bite down, and he picks up its that teasing slowness and it pulls a whimper to him as the buzzing starts under his skin. The slow burning pain, the rush of pleasure that comes with it, slow and deliberate and maddening, panting and moaning softly shifting under her and pulling her just that bit closer.]
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Date: Apr. 16th, 2023 07:25 pm (UTC)[ Likewise, his comment about those who don't acknowledge and appreciate her power is... interesting. Because mostly, they don't. The accept her certainly, tolerate the occasional intrusion of her instincts, masochists can appreciate little pieces of it now and then, but mostly her dark side is something she is loved despite. With the exceptions of Pentium (and even thinking that name pains her) and possibly Rosen with his devotion, she can name very few instances where that part of her has been truly loved. Even the empathy bond she shared with her husband and Yuri, she never felt that they truly understood -- how could they? ]
[ She doesn't dwell on that, however. Those thoughts are common enough, albeit not typically challenged by someone she happens to be in bed with. She purrs against his neck with her fangs buried in him, giving the impression of a feline stretching its back to find a waiting hand. And she withdraws her fangs, licks briefly but intently at the trickle of blood, and then shifts a bit to bite again a short distance away (not one of the double bite things she does, that's for later or if his nerves flare up), this time hooking her fangs on his collarbone and biting down hard and fast. Eager, because she is. ]
[ Her intent was to spend a quick moment on this bite, though she can't resist just another half-swallow of his blood. It's so rich, almost sweet in that way immortal blood has about it. Tempting to give in and get a real drink, but no. Not yet. She wants to drink from him later, when his blood is brimming with endorphins. She wants to taste him wanting her. So her fangs slide free, and she removes any leaking blood with the tip of her tongue. ]
[ Saya sits back just a bit, her lips tinted red around her gleaming white fangs, locking eyes with his and then lowering hers so that his gaze falls down to the top knot of her corset lacing, which she unravels with one slow pull before her hand moves away, clearly urging him to take over. He'll have to unlace the entire thing, pulling the cording free through each eyelet, slowly of necessity, to get the corset loose and off. Very much by design. She does love anticipation games, and she doesn't at all mind if he unwraps her and looks and touches as he likes. She has ways of soothing any nerves that crop up, though usually people are less nervous about seeing their partner undressed than doing so themselves. ]
[ In case he needs some motivation to get started, she curls down to kiss him in that deep and intense way she has about her, then she bites his lip and her kiss turns nearly desperate and ticks up the heat substantially. ]
I want your touch on my skin. [ This is murmured in that Voice he seems to like, the effect of which is only enhanced by Saya being short-winded so her words buzz against his mouth. She wants his fingertips tracing her curves as they did the swooping threadlines of her corset. If he does take the hint and start tugging the lacing open, she'll sit up so he can watch. Equal parts perfect shamelessness and wanting to watch his reaction. ]
[ If and when he manages to get it unlaced to the bottom, there's that piercing at long last, at her navel, a delicate red jewel dangling on a gold chain. Perhaps that won't be the focus of his attention, however, given the soft curves and smooth, flawless skin he'll have to consider. The shape of her seems perfect for a hand to rest, and certainly she hopes he'll do exactly that. ]
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Date: Apr. 17th, 2023 10:59 pm (UTC)[Its much the same way he appreciates her power. He grew up with the emphasis of power being important,, the second most important thing, second only to family. The fact was, if Saya wasn't as powerful as she was, Red Son probably wouldn't be in bed with her right now. The power was as much part of the attraction as her appearance and persistent kindness, but it was a lot easier for him to accept that he was attracted to the power over the kindness. He would be far too nervous to admit to that, it opened up a vibrant green box he wasn't willing to deal with quite yet.]
[But power? To Red Son, it was an objective fact that to be powerful was to be incredibly attractive. It made it easy to fall into bed with her because she made sense in so many ways, that let him be put into this vulnerable position to explore something new.]
[There is the soft buzz at the approving sound, hands squeezing briefly before one drifts up, running claws lightly along her back, digging in just a bit as she bites down again, the second one making his squirm and whine at another burst of pain that quickly morphed into pleasure. A soft crackle in the air from the smoldering embers in his hair. Not a proper ignition, but certainly affected.]
[It takes a few moments for him to realize she's pulled away from his neck, opening his eyes and lowering his chin enough to look at her, breath hitching at her gaze. At the distinct feeling of being in a predator's gaze, his pupil's dilating, face growing red, anticipation and want clear on his face, as his gaze follows her to the knot. His hands move with little more prompting, hesitation more from distraction as she kisses him. Pressing into it with a hungry desperation, moaning as he feels another teasing bite.]
[But then there is the order that curls to the base of his spine and his fingers get to work. At least when he starts, he doesn't struggle. Perhaps because his fingers are used to delicate work of tinkering and spell crafting. (Really, its because he's worn plenty of laced up clothing himself over the years.)] You know, when I read the books, I thought they would be overstating how intense biting could be. I knew it was important, biologically speaking, but I didn't expect them to actually be fairly accurate. [Its a teasing murmur as he begins to tug loose the laces. Each movement was smooth, controlled, not as fast as he could make it. Drawing out each lace with care, to avoid straining the eyelet, and to tease her longer.]
[Anticipation was very important, after all.]
Even after you left, I waited...oh, an hour? Two? Before I healed them. I liked how they felt. [His own face is flushed and there is a bit of a breathless air to his words that undercuts his attempts to be teasing. The candles in the room have also grown brighter.]
[It was a way to avoid setting himself on fire too much, to just bolster a nearby fire source and still achieve that venting affect.] It felt like a shame to get rid of them.
[He pulls loose the cord and lets it drop to the side, pushing aside the dark fabric, his eyes trailing over her. Biting his lip briefly, fingers tracing over the red jewel and there was the red and gold again. His hands trail up from there, a soft trace over her skin, gaze lidded.] Its very good I don't need to breathe because you are truly breathtaking. [His words heated, the candles growing brighter, his hands trailing over his breasts, touch still gentle and exploratory, but breath hitching all the same.] How someone so dangerous is still so soft is a wonder.
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