tumbataure | 86th post

[ it isn't noticeable, not at first, but like their previous kiss he feels the ripples of her feeding when they skim his grace. a succubus needs the lifeforce of another being, just like a human with a bone marrow disorder would need regular transfusions of blood. without knowing just what a sip of grace might do to her, how much she can handle, he's doing his best to keep himself dimmed.

in the meantime, he reaches down to help her with the ties and buckles of their tumbagear, understanding at least the basic necessity of nakedness for this activity. ]

[shucking clothes left and right, kicking off her heels and wiggling out of leather pants as she turns them around to push him back onto the bed. she crawls over the mattress, a knee on either side of him to draw out more of that addictive succu-go juice before settling her weight on his lap and stretching her busted arm out for the first time in a day or so]

[ it's such an infrequent thing to him, being clothes-less, that by the time she has him laid out on his back he feels very much like his skin is being laid siege, every puff of air or sweep of rough fabric or hair an assault of sensation. ]

Is--Is it healing well? Your injury?

[ the stutter this time is from breathlessness, not nervousness. he has a moment of wondering where he should lay his hands now that she's as bare as a newborn, but he'd like to put them on her ribcage, thumbs below her breasts.
so goes with that. ]

[gives her hand a test, curling and uncurling her fingers before dropping it to trail down his stomach in twisting patterns]

Looks like. Your chi is something else, I don't think it took much for me to heal. Less worrying about that, though.

[more boning. shifts so that she can raise to her knees, her wandering hand grasping him to hold steady as she lowers herself onto him without much ado]

[ the ado would have been welcomed; he's had no hands or mouths or anything of the sort to prep him for this kind of stimulation. zero to sixty and he's never been behind the wheel before. ]

[ covers his mouth with one hand to stop whatever sound was about to come out of it. he can't guarantee it'd be a human sound. ]

[sorry, you've got a hungry succubus on your hands the foreplay has to wait for another time. she stills when she's fully seated again, toes wiggling against his thighs as she watches his face.]

Too much?

[she at least has the good sense to look sheepish, forgetting in her angel-induced buzz that he wasn't in as much of a rush as she is]

[ one he's sure his truevoice isn't going to burst her eardrums, he drops his hand away and pants to catch his breath. ]

It's...indescribable.

[ returns hands to their perch on her ribs, hesitates about cupping her breasts despite the fact that they're right there and generally it is a done thing in this situation. ]

Is. Is this position a common one for dominant females?

It's called the cowgirl.

[she sounds a little too delighted to be someones first exposure to the wonderful world of sex positions, but you take your thrills where you can get them]

But don't get me wrong, I'm not here to dominate you. You can take the reins if you want to.

[and she's moving his hands to place them over her chest to let him know it's okay, rocking her hips once weakly to get him accustomed to the motion]

[ excuse him, bo. he has to take a moment. two moments. one for each handful. ]

[ tests the weight of her breasts in his hands, trying out a gentle lifting and cupping of the flesh almost like a massage. recalling the jolt he'd experienced when bo drew a fingernail over his nipple, he tries to imitate that on her. ]

That's not [ gasps when she moves ] not what I meant. I don't think it was what I meant?

[ his own hips try to follow her seesaw shifting. ]

I think dominant and submissive play is a little past your reading level. Why don't we keep it simple?

[she sucks in a satisfied breath at the touch, arching her chest against his hands in a slow forward motion that pushes her hips back on him again. her hands glide over his chest, stretching out over him until he can feel the crush of her breasts, breathing out a quiet moan against his ear as their bodies press just right]

[ oh this.
this is nice.
her skin is all powdery soft, but there's already some sweat making their stomachs stick together. since he doesn't need his hands trapped between them, he lets them follow the shapes her body makes until they settle naturally in the dip of her lower back, fingers splaying over the rising curve below it. ]

[ twists beneath her to get used to the added pressure, shoulders in particular shifting like he's rearranging something very heavy. ]

[ wets his lips and tries twice before an audible voice comes out. ]

This amount of sensation, this is simple?

[she's practically buzzing with the excess energy she's siphoned from him, skin tingling and appetite slated. she has fed off of powerful creatures before, but none that leave her feeling like this, like she just sucked down a juicebox full of crack.]

[toying her fingers over his shoulders, she maintains a steady rolling pace with her hips, down and back and up and repeat, bringing her breasts flush against him and mouth to hover against his]

For some people. Some people just need a little more oomph in their bed to get them going.

[ going? he's pretty much gone already. ]

[ his toes are curling involuntarily, bunching up little wrinkles in the old blanket, and his palms are slipping in the moisture gathering in the dimples at the base of her spine. it's just that it's so hot, and slick, and unpredictable in how he'll be squeezed next, and even the brush of hair against his lower stomach doesn't itch but instead feels like deliberate pricks of pleasant sensation. ]

[ when she lowers herself further, putting them nose to nose, he feels himself shift position inside her, the pressure of her pubic bone grinding against the crown when she draws upward. he cries out into her waiting mouth, a little choked human cry, and grabs her ass with both hands to steady himself. ]

[ and then it's like a tiny lightbulb goes off.
gives a gentle, experimental smack to one cheek? ]

And that's oomph?

[startles, knees hugging his sides and back straightening, if not for the impact for the fact that she didn't expect it out of squeaky clean virgin boy.]

Ye--yeah. That's some kind of oomph, anyway.

[she returns with a vindictive grind of her hips, violating the goes without saying promise to be gentle and patient with him before she comes back around, steadying herself with a shaky inhale]

Well now that I know you have it in you...

[rolls off of him to the side and tugs his arm to pull him over her, drawing her knees up to hold him in place]

What? What do I have in me? [ i didn't realize this was mutually penetrative? ]

[ goes exactly where she guides him, elbows bracing to either side of her of her head while her knees and hips direct him back into alignment. the angle of entry is different, and he finds he needs to manually assist the process. as he works, his knuckles brush her clitoris, unintentional, his focus on holding it together while she overwhelms him for the second time. ]

[ drops his forehead to the lift of her collarbone and pants until he can see straight again. ]

[accidental or no, the stimulation wrings a hushed "oh" from her, more a gasp than an articulation, her fingernails digging at his shoulders and back lifting off the bed. locking her ankles over his ass, she moves a hand to his jaw to tilt his face up]

You got more where that came from?

[she hasn't quite been reduced to the breathless pile of barely restrained angel goo that he is, but there's a hitch in her voice that suggests he's on the right track]

Are you provoking me?

[ takes a second to bring her into focus now that she's seeking the eye contact, but he doesn't have difficulty ascertaining what she means this time. yes, he does have to retrace his steps to figure out what he did differently, but he does know anatomy.

carefully draws back, not wanting to undo his efforts, and stops when she's taking in just the head. he's not deliberately teasing, but he's aware that stimulating her might cause her to squeeze him harder than he can take right now. the pad of his thumb brushes down the hood first, light because he has no idea how much pressure will be welcome versus what might hurt. ]

Maybe next time.

[if this is what provoking him gets, definitely next time. she smiles down at him, but it's a lopsided, teasing smile that quickly dissolves into a noiseless gasp, her knee falling away from his side and hand twisting in the blanket above her head as she revels in the well-deserved attention.]

[ finds he kind of likes this particular smile, and on a whim leans in to kiss it back into shape after she gasps.

since the first touch was well-received, he repeats it exactly the same a few times before varying his approach. after dipping his middle finger lower, down to the warmth of where their bodies are interlocked, he brings it back upward to meet his thumb, mapping the shape of her clitoris and the smoothness that surrounds it. the minute detail of the way her body's built is enough to distract him from the pleasure that had him almost angelgoo, but he's still riding the edge of it, tapping in to a different source of feel-good by observing her reactions. ]

[her hand immediately slides into his hair when he moves in to kiss, twisting against his scalp and pushing hungrily against his mouth, sucking and pulling on his lip in between throaty noises of encouragement. her hips shift against his hand, well-behaved at first because she doesn't want to put him off but gradually becoming more insistent as he works her, moaning a quiet chorus of "oh god"s and other such and such nonsense sex words]

[ all of her shifting, which turns into bucking, has a fairly immediate effect on him, one that results in him needing to move his own hips in tandem. giving in to the temptation, he lets himself push back inside.

it's not a simple thing to maintain a rhythm with his hips and his hand both, and what he manages isn't the most coordinated concert of the two, but it uses enough of his concentration that he doesn't even flinch at the "oh god"s.

somewhere between her teeth and and lips stealing every breath before he can take it and the twisting heat of her around him, there's a breaking point he knows he's about to reach. preemptively, he lifts his hips away from hers and settles against her inner thigh while his hand stays put. ]

[she's practically riding him from underneath, hips rocking against his with almost violent abandon as she approaches a point she doesn't want to let escape, so when he pulls away she can't help the defeated flop against the sheets. but she recovers quickly, moving her hand between them to help him so that she doesn't lose the momentum, and fixes her eyes on his as she struggles to sit up to take him in hand in turn to give him that little push]

[ honestly, he doesn't need the push. a few moments of grinding against her thigh and he'd get there without any dedicated effort on her part; the brush of her palm over his wet flesh is more than enough to finish him.

though he does try to maintain eyecontact, once the crest of orgasm crashed over him, he ducks his head into her throat and clenches his mouth and eyes tightly closed. the flare of grace is small, comparatively as intense as a hiccup would be to a human, but it's still a warm celestial aurora about as bright as the light from an LCD screen. his hand is still, fingers crooked inside her, while the rest of him shudders and glows. ]

[she moves her hand to cradle his head against her throat but the glow gives her pause, stilling as well and forgetting to be annoyed at the sudden lack of everything leaving her high and dry]

What was that?

[after a few seconds, both her hands away and raised up like someone just splashed her with a bucket of water. he did just go all lightbulb on her, and she's suffered a lot of unanswered questions so far that are just piling up]

[ it's a few moments before he's recovered his breathing enough to use his human voice. ]

I...believe I've heard the term is "afterglow"?

[ after he's said it, he lifts his head from her neck and peers up at her, through the sweat-dark hair gone spiked and mussed across his forehead, to see how she'll react. ]

Edited 2013-03-08 14:44 (UTC)

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