Open To Anyone For Anything RP Post

[questionablewit]

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[takesnoshit]

She growls, low in her throat, clutching at him. "Again."

[grumpycatanthir]

He chuckles, pleased to have elicited such a reaction, and obliges her, a shallow scrape of teeth that turns into a nip.

[takesnoshit]

The time her reaction is wordless, but the needy cry she utters and the way her fingers slide on his skin say the same thing: again, more, yes.

[grumpycatanthir]

A need he's clearly only too pleased to fulfil, obligingly picking another spot to tend to.

[takesnoshit]

The sounds she makes as he explores her neck and shoulders are quiet but pointed, and the way she clutches at him, her nails sometimes digging into his skin, make her enjoyment all the more clear. After some minutes she pushes down on his shoulders, encouraging him to return to her chest.

[grumpycatanthir]

"Teeth here too?" He checks as he obligingly drifts down, pressing kisses as he goes.

[takesnoshit]

She lifts her head up enough to grin at him. "Everywhere."

[grumpycatanthir]

An eyebrow crooks up at her.

"Everywhere." He says dubiously. "Even... down there?"

[takesnoshit]

She chuckles low. "Perhaps not there, no. Though who knows? We can try." She lifts herself up higher on her arms, her eyes glinting wickedly. "I can at least promise that your mouth, there, will produce a response you will very much like. As would mine on certain parts of you."

[grumpycatanthir]

The eyebrow crawls up higher.

"You have me intrigued" He admits, and smirks at her.

"Clearly, I should try some of these things." He suits actions to words, shimmying down to her legs, only to hesitate, a little unsure, before bending to kiss up the line of her thighs.

[takesnoshit]

"You should." She smirks right back, though it is wiped from her face as she gasps at the touch of his mouth on her inner leg, to be replaced with an expression more intense. She licks her lips unconsciously, watching him move upwards. "It is very arousing, to watch you do this," she murmurs, her legs opening for him.

[grumpycatanthir]

"Is it?" He props himself up to eye her.

"Even though I have no idea what I am doing?"

[takesnoshit]

"Why should that matter?" She reaches to caress his face, trailing her fingers from his forehead down to his cheek. "I always enjoy watching you, and all the more when you are enjoying yourself. And you are giving me much pleasure, with more to come--" She shivers a little with anticipation. "And I very much like the touch of your mouth and hands, and the sounds you make, the feel of you--"

She tugs on his chin, leaning over so she may kiss him, passionate in a way most people would not suspect Haleth capable of being.

[grumpycatanthir]

He leans into her hand and comes when she tugs, an appreciative noise at her fire in the back of his throat.

"You set me a very high bar, Haleth." He whispers hoarsely.

[takesnoshit]

She chuckles low and sultry as she kisses him again. "Do I?"

[grumpycatanthir]

He mock growls at her.

"You know you do! I shall have to work doubly hard to please you."

Pulling free reluctantly from the kiss he shifts back down, yet for all his bluster the touch of his lips to her folds is hesitant and unsure.

[takesnoshit]

"This is not a contest," she chides him, obviously amused. She lays back down, and to help him reaches down and parts her folds herself, revealing the places where she wants his mouth. She shivers all over at the first touch of lips there.

[grumpycatanthir]

He is hesitant, nose wrinkling a little at the first taste of her, but no Feanorian ever backed down from a challenge, and he wants very badly to bring her pleasure. Slowly, he licks along her folds, learning the taste, and learning the sounds she makes as he does.

[takesnoshit]

Haleth has for the most part been quiet during their lovemaking, her pleasure expressed in sighs and catches of breath and small cries now and then. It is so now also, as his tongue explores her crevasses, his lips catching on her most sensitive places. It is so--but there is a needy tinge to her quiet breaths that was not there before, a hitch that border on a whimper. At one point her hips buck a little against his mouth. "There--" she stops, shudders. "Again, there."

[grumpycatanthir]

"Here?" He murmurs, and obligingly repeats his lick, tending to the little nub that she seems to find most pleasurable.

[takesnoshit]

"Yes--" She gasps, swallows, tries again. "Yes, there. That is it--"

She gasps again, and one of her hands fisting in the blanket underneath them, her back arching. Unconsciously she begins to move her hips against his mouth as he continues, rolling them so his tongue finds just the right spot, and she grows more and more breathless.

[grumpycatanthir]

Caranthir cannot help the very pleased smirk, and he obligingly keeps going, licking and then, since she did suggest it, very, very carefully applying just the very edge of his teeth.

[takesnoshit]

She gasps, then laughs, shaking her head. "No--no, I think the other was better. Caranthir--" She moans, arching against his mouth again, her hand tangled in his hair. "This is...by all the Valar, this is good..." And then lower, a few words in her own language, which he may or may not recognize. They are not polite, though they are certainly fervent.

[grumpycatanthir]

"Noted." He voice rumbles against her, pressed close as he is, and he grins as she starts to lose her grip on Sindarin, lavishly returning to licking.

[takesnoshit]

"Ah..." Oh, she is close now, so close, she knows it, for she has brought herself to completion many times with her own fingers. She considers stopping--but he will not last long inside her this first time, she knows, and she wants it so, and ai, the warmth of him, of his mouth, and then she reaches between them and rubs her clit a few times, short quick circles, with his tongue also there working at her, and she lets a sharp cry as she arches, tenses, stills.

For a moment she merely lays there panting in the aftermath, then she reaches to pull him back up beside her, kissing him with slow,d eep fervor, tasting herself on his mouth.