tumbataure | 86th post

[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)

[a laugh, short and a little incredulous]

I don't think afterglow is usually literal.

[shifts underneath him, everything is sticky and she can still feel his hand when she moves her legs. she lifts a hand to move some of the hair off his forehead before meeting his lips in a quick kiss]

You going to finish what you started?

[or is she going to have to take business into her own hands]

[ follows the wiggling of her body and her gaze to where his hand has stilled between her thighs, and has the sense to look sheepish. ]
[ he did warn her he'd be terrible at this. ]

O-of course. Anything you wish.

[ eases his fingers, which have actually managed to cramp, out of her. having absolutely no knowledge of protocol or social expectations in this circumstance, he supposed what she means is that he needs to be erect again and allow her to have her pleasure of him; but there's a refractory period that he'd have to bypass. mind occupied by his strategizing, he absently puts a finger to his mouth and drags his tongue through the fluids there. ]

[ ah--a plan of attack. ]

[ settled both palms on her hips and shuffles himself backward off the mattress, knees going to the floor. ]

Look at you, and I didn't even have to ask.

[quick learner. she brings herself to the edge of the bed, hooking a leg over his shoulder and leaning back to support herself on her elbows, watching him curiously. he looks like he knows what he's about to attempt, so she's not going to hold his hand through it unless he asks]

[ familiar with the theory of oral sex: yes. familiar with the execution of oral sex: not really.

but it can't be too difficult to perform, seeing as how there's even less of the body involved than during intercourse. he looks up when her knee settles near his ear, and there's a moment of that terror on his face again but it fades much more quickly this time. unaware, as ever, that his staring might cause discomfort, he does stare for a few quiet beats then shifts his forearms onto the sheets to either side of her hips, and leans in.

the general principles of kissing ought to apply, so his approach is to use the pressure of his lips first, in the same spot she enjoyed his fingertips and the swollen skin around it. ]

[she's not sure if he's going to figure it out when he's staring at it like a rubik's cube and it strikes her again how strange he is. she thinks it endearing though, because for as many people as she's been with - for being a succubus - it's always refreshing to come upon something new.]

[so she waits for him to figure it out on his own time, lips parted to inhale and stomach tensing at the touch, her fingers finding his hair.]

[ when a dry mouth doesn't seem to have much of an effect, he opens up and tries kissing her clitoris using his tongue, too, and the delicate skin that hides it. it does strike him as unfair, the design of all this, that males have their sex organs so prominently displayed as though commanding attention, but female organs are so small and secret, almost completely ignorable unless you're determined to attend them. ]

[ he is, in this moment determined. ]

[the addition of tongue is what gets him the coveted moan, though it comes as more of a relieved sigh, hips sinking down into the mattress and nails grazing scalp as she tightens her hold in his hair.]

You know, hands, mouth. It doesn't have to be one or the other.

[protip from me2u. she is determined too. mostly to get off.]

[ the cramp in his hand has eased, but not enough that he's ready to test fate with it again. still, it has a stunt-double.

some rearranging of the shoulders is necessary to get the access he needs; still it's bare moments until his fingers fill the space he'd been reluctant to vacate in the first place. from this angle, his wrist is bent and tucked in at his collarbone, naturally tilting his fingers upward toward her navel as they sink inside. curious abou the reaction, he gives the rim of her a lick where his fingers have disappeared, but he knows that her clitoris is where the most nerve endings have been bundled by biological progress, and gives it the majority of his attention. ]

[now he's starting to get the reactions. one hand slips on the sheets as she presses down against his hand, mouth hanging slack and eyebrows knotted like she has to actually concentrate on the feeling to get where she needs to be. her heel skids along his back as her muscles tighten in response, chorus of encouragement and indulgence growing louder until she arches forward with a gasp and a cry]

[ it's not an unpleasant situation to be in, thighs vice-tight against his cheeks, her belly and breasts brushing through the hair on top of his head, curling toes pinching at the skin of his lower back, sharp joyous cries ringing in his ears like praise sung by a chorus of one.

really, he feels like he could get used to this.

still, he knows his own skin felt electrified when he'd finished, and that's not a sensation that needs prolonging, so as soon as her abdomen unclenches, he starts to ease away. ]

[falls back on the mattress, leg slipping off his shoulder and arms spread out with a great contented sigh, laying like that for at least a good half a minute while she revels in the catching your breath, legs stop shaking, realize how sweaty you are and how your hair is sticking to every part of your face aftermath.]

That is so much better. You have no idea how long it'd been. At least two days.

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