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Wisteria and Violets [Closed] - Tindome - 05-22-2015
He was glad she hadn't been discouraged by the reality of it, even if he had tried to warn her. Sort of. In a way. Maybe he wasn't always entirely clear. But she was still responding to his touch, and she still said she was good, so. Good.
Slowly, reluctantly, he released her, fingers trailing along her abdomen. He unbuttoned his shirt, and considered that it had been something of a waste to bother putting it on in the first place. Then again, it was usually always safer to err on the side of wearing a shirt. He hesitated.
He was pretty much definitely going to have to take his pants off sooner rather than later.
First he kicked off his shoes, instead, and tried to coax his tentacles into something resembling order. And continued… hesitating.
It would be ridiculous to get in the water with his pants on, right? Right. Definitely. That was not… a thing he could do. He took off his suspenders, first, and as a result his trousers fell lower on his hips, low enough to reveal paler skin. He ran his hands self-consciously over the smooth skin of his arms, the lines that emerged from his sternum in the vaguest possible abstraction of wings.
He was definitely taking longer to unbuckle his belt than was strictly necessary.
Slowly, reluctantly, he released her, fingers trailing along her abdomen. He unbuttoned his shirt, and considered that it had been something of a waste to bother putting it on in the first place. Then again, it was usually always safer to err on the side of wearing a shirt. He hesitated.
He was pretty much definitely going to have to take his pants off sooner rather than later.
First he kicked off his shoes, instead, and tried to coax his tentacles into something resembling order. And continued… hesitating.
It would be ridiculous to get in the water with his pants on, right? Right. Definitely. That was not… a thing he could do. He took off his suspenders, first, and as a result his trousers fell lower on his hips, low enough to reveal paler skin. He ran his hands self-consciously over the smooth skin of his arms, the lines that emerged from his sternum in the vaguest possible abstraction of wings.
He was definitely taking longer to unbuckle his belt than was strictly necessary.
Wisteria and Violets [Closed] - megs - 05-22-2015
When he released her and she was able to think again, she glanced at him over her shoulder. She managed to look suggestive and coy at the same time as the tentacles around her face curled against her cheeks. The rest pushed their way over her shoulders to mingle against her chest, lapping outwards a few times as if they were reaching for him. As he started on his shirt, she shimmied out of her shorts with all the grace and allure of someone who indeed took her clothes off for a living. The article was abandoned as easily as her shirt hand been before, and she turned to face him, clad in matching blue lace that was more decorative than it was concealing. Nova was mostly composed of muscles and curves. Scales glittered across skin that (to those who knew better) was surprisingly unmarked. Similar to his scars, Calrathiions made a habit of memorializing events with tattoos. Calrathiions Nova's age were typically tattooed to the point where they were running out of room on their face and arms. Just as he was nervous the scars he did have, Nova was concerned about the markings she didn't.
She could see his hesitation, and the way he was thinking too hard about something. She moved closer, and her fingers met the seams on his sternum shortly before her lips did. The pads of her fingers traced the shape of it, followed lightly by the tip of her tongue.
"What’s wrong?" she inquires against his skin, her mouth changing course to his collarbones in a trail of kisses.
Wisteria and Violets [Closed] - Tindome - 05-22-2015
Ix watched her move with his features softened by something akin to wonder, the shapes of her body and the shapes her body made. There was no flattering way, he did not think, to voice what exactly appealed. That she was not slender or willowy or delicate, the way he and his ilk way; the weight of her, the sturdiness she seemed to have, the softness of her. She came near, and as she touched him, he shivered.
"It's nothing," he assured her, kissing near the base of one of her tentacles as she kissed his collarbones. They vibrated slightly as he thrummed again, low like a bass string plucked in his neck. "I believe I mentioned a… thing. About legs, earlier. While I was writing a thesis about your ass." He couldn't resist a brief smile. "Which looks fantastic in lace, by the way. In case you didn't already know." He kissed another tentacle, and two hands ventured to the lower curves of her breasts, hooked under the fabric to follow the shape of her skin. "I will not, however," he said, "be attempting to seduce you with my pants still on. Because that is ridiculous."
Being self-conscious about his body was absurd. As was being self-conscious about being watched. She may have had more practice than he did, but, still. It nonetheless helped to have her standing close, touching instead of watching. Trousers fell to the floor, revealed long and slender legs with scars winding from his thighs to the middle of his calves, newer as they approached his ankles. The pale seam above the apex of his thighs ached, and he was fairly certain that the instant he got into the water, his anatomy would be… aggressive. "You're gorgeous," he murmured again, and the hands that had been waylaid at his belt stroked near her hips again.
"It's nothing," he assured her, kissing near the base of one of her tentacles as she kissed his collarbones. They vibrated slightly as he thrummed again, low like a bass string plucked in his neck. "I believe I mentioned a… thing. About legs, earlier. While I was writing a thesis about your ass." He couldn't resist a brief smile. "Which looks fantastic in lace, by the way. In case you didn't already know." He kissed another tentacle, and two hands ventured to the lower curves of her breasts, hooked under the fabric to follow the shape of her skin. "I will not, however," he said, "be attempting to seduce you with my pants still on. Because that is ridiculous."
Being self-conscious about his body was absurd. As was being self-conscious about being watched. She may have had more practice than he did, but, still. It nonetheless helped to have her standing close, touching instead of watching. Trousers fell to the floor, revealed long and slender legs with scars winding from his thighs to the middle of his calves, newer as they approached his ankles. The pale seam above the apex of his thighs ached, and he was fairly certain that the instant he got into the water, his anatomy would be… aggressive. "You're gorgeous," he murmured again, and the hands that had been waylaid at his belt stroked near her hips again.
Wisteria and Violets [Closed] - megs - 05-23-2015
She was smiling against his skin as she hummed a quiet chuckle. Tendrils flared as he kissed them in return. The thrumming noise he made, resonated across her lips, and left them tingling. "Oh, yes. A Thing," she emphasizes. "A thing you don't have to worry about with me." She offered these words as a reassurance. He would have nothing to distress over with her, she was fond of inch of him. If his concern was his scars, she knew nothing of their meaning if they had one, and she would not pry; wouldn't ask things he didn't want to tell her. She murmured what sounded like a thank you, as her hands briefly left his person. Arms curled around her back to unhook the bra with a twist of her fingers. She removed the straps of it from her shoulders, and pulled it away to let it drop to the floor. She arched her back, slightly, pushing her breasts against his hands, as her own digits returned to him. They splayed over his ribs. She trailed her nails down his side, on an uninhibited path to his thigh, until she found a new scar to explore.
His words and his touch sent thrills coursing through her. "Kiss me," she demands, her free hand curling around his neck, because when they were standing she was too short to claim them on her own. She wanted more, but she was patient. They were being slow, they were being romantic, there was much research to be done.
Wisteria and Violets [Closed] - Tindome - 05-23-2015
She peeled lace away from her skin and pressed it against his hands, and even he didn't need it spelled out for him what she wanted. Slender hands and long fingers pressed into soft flesh, two thumbs dragging over peaks while the other two once again slid experimentally over those unexpected apertures. She drew fingers over the scars on his thighs, and he shuddered.
He was more than eager to give her the kiss she demanded of him, bending down to press his own hard mouth to her softer one. He tested the softness of her lips with the tip of his tongue, tentatively tasted her, cautious not to be too eager or taste too deep.
When he broke the kiss it was to bend even lower, to dot kisses down her neck, down her chest. He pressed a kiss to the upper curve of her breast, and, testing the waters, licked her skin. The whole length of his tongue wrapped itself around her breast, squeezed for a moment before retreating back into his mouth, four hands still exploring her all the while.
He was more than eager to give her the kiss she demanded of him, bending down to press his own hard mouth to her softer one. He tested the softness of her lips with the tip of his tongue, tentatively tasted her, cautious not to be too eager or taste too deep.
When he broke the kiss it was to bend even lower, to dot kisses down her neck, down her chest. He pressed a kiss to the upper curve of her breast, and, testing the waters, licked her skin. The whole length of his tongue wrapped itself around her breast, squeezed for a moment before retreating back into his mouth, four hands still exploring her all the while.
Wisteria and Violets [Closed] - megs - 05-23-2015
Nova was all appreciative sighs and moans, that rose in pitch when he skirted over her hips. She liked the way he shuddered at her touch, so she found new markings to trace as he kissed her. Her mouth was greedy against his, her chest rising and falling in his hands. Her own body was needy trembles that molded into his touch. She gasped in surprise at the feel of his tongue, her hands darted to his shoulders. Her knees were weak, and her parted lips allowed moans to cascade freely. She took a step back, when she was sure her legs would carry her, and then another. Fingertips slipped over his upper arms, attempting to draw him closer to the pond. Her half-smirk appeared and her tentacles curled against her shoulder blades.
Wisteria and Violets [Closed] - Tindome - 05-23-2015
He smiled, following her lead and twining his limbs with hers as he did so. He was cautious with his touch and with his steps, because he didn't want to trip her up. With all his arms and all her tentacles, it seemed like it would take a while to separate them. This problem was only going to get worse once he was in the water. He took the lead, because he could actually see the edge of the water, and… well. She wasn't quite undressed yet, was she? He turned their bodies so he could step in first, and fish darted away to areas shady and hidden, as they always did. This brought him to a lower level than she, which was perfect for kissing her breasts, hooking hands in that last bit of lace. "May I?" he asked, because he always asked, and he was thrumming again.
Water up to his knees, and it was tempting to just pull her in, because it wasn't as if flimsy fabric and lace would stop him. But with his luck, he'd end up breaking his leg. Which would ruin the mood quite thoroughly. And he'd never been the type to ruin someone else's clothes. Even if it was very, very tempting. Even if she would look lovely on top of him, and perhaps her tentacles would wind around him in surprise as tendrils wound around her legs, and–
No. Pulling women into the water without asking first was rude. To hide his train of thought, he ran his tongue over one of the apertures at her hip.
Water up to his knees, and it was tempting to just pull her in, because it wasn't as if flimsy fabric and lace would stop him. But with his luck, he'd end up breaking his leg. Which would ruin the mood quite thoroughly. And he'd never been the type to ruin someone else's clothes. Even if it was very, very tempting. Even if she would look lovely on top of him, and perhaps her tentacles would wind around him in surprise as tendrils wound around her legs, and–
No. Pulling women into the water without asking first was rude. To hide his train of thought, he ran his tongue over one of the apertures at her hip.
Wisteria and Violets [Closed] - megs - 05-23-2015
She wondered if the water would be cold, briefly, as she watched him step into it. She forgot if she could think at allwhen he kissed her. With that thrum vibrating through to her core, and his hands teasing around that final garment. She nodded at his request, humming an agreement because words escaped her. "Tai'vas," she whimpers, high and breathy as his tongue slipped over one of her pari'ia. Her tentacles fell from her shoulders all at once, extending to their full length, unusually listless. The tendrils had kept to themselves remarkably well throughout the evening, despite all the mutual touching. She exhaled a moan, biting her lip. Fingertips traced the edges of his ears, or gently smoothed over his tentacles.
Wisteria and Violets [Closed] - Tindome - 05-23-2015
Ix slid the garment down her legs with what was almost reverence, taking his time and kissing a path down her leg to follow it. When it was off of her he kissed back upward, running his hands over her legs. "Nixana," he murmured back, and this time on his way upward the tip of his tongue dipped gently inside each aperture in turn. "Beautiful," he sighed, straightening to kiss her breasts again. Her face was a little too high now for him to kiss her lips, which he supposed must have been how she usually felt.
He took her hands to guide Nova into the water, warm and probably up to her thighs. He kissed her properly as soon as he was able, thrumming all the while, tongue practically vibrating as it ventured into her mouth. Getting the timing right was going to be… hm. He bent at the knee, though not too far, kissing her cheek as he attempted to get their hips in something like alignment. "We're going to have to do this at the same time," he explained, "or else this will be… awkward." One leg was between hers, hands holding her against him. "So we're both going to have to, sort of, kneel. At the same time." He kissed her shoulder. "It will be much less complicated after that," he added, "I promise." He waited for an affirmation before guiding the both of them downward, enjoying in the meantime the way her breasts felt pressed against his chest.
He took her hands to guide Nova into the water, warm and probably up to her thighs. He kissed her properly as soon as he was able, thrumming all the while, tongue practically vibrating as it ventured into her mouth. Getting the timing right was going to be… hm. He bent at the knee, though not too far, kissing her cheek as he attempted to get their hips in something like alignment. "We're going to have to do this at the same time," he explained, "or else this will be… awkward." One leg was between hers, hands holding her against him. "So we're both going to have to, sort of, kneel. At the same time." He kissed her shoulder. "It will be much less complicated after that," he added, "I promise." He waited for an affirmation before guiding the both of them downward, enjoying in the meantime the way her breasts felt pressed against his chest.
Wisteria and Violets [Closed] - megs - 05-23-2015
A shaking exhale got caught in her throat when she watched him. This one was not quite the same as the others. The way he looked at her and touched, the way he showered her in compliments triggered emotions that she wasn't used to. A matter for another time, because the attention he paid to the concavities at her hips tore another Calrathii phrase from her lips. She curled her fingers around his, stepping into the water, and her tentacles resumed their usual gentle swaying when he kissed her. She pushed smaller tentacles behind her ears she he kissed her cheek, and she remained passive as he manipulated their positioning. She cocked her head, at his not-quite-explanation, and draped her arms across his shoulders. Pale hues scanned his face, as the corners of her mouth turned upwards. Eventually her eyes settled on his. "Okay," she replies softly, with a slow nod.
Wisteria and Violets [Closed] - Tindome - 05-24-2015
The usual stiffness was gone from his features, replaced with soft smiles and gentle affection. He kissed her forehead, and guided her down into the water, limbs tangled with hers. As soon as the water was as high as their waists, that aching seam opened, bone-white tendrils unfurling into fronds in the cold water. Immediately they were curling around her thighs, and with a groan he braced one hand against the edge of the artificial pond. "Sorry," he said, voice shaking with the steady thrum as he buried his face in her neck. "I'm trying to… go slow…" And not entirely succeeding, despite valiant attempts, because amidst parts wide and flat cupping between her legs, some was pressing against her and pushing inside.
Two hands went to her hips, and as gently as he could he splayed his fingers over her skin, turned his wrists so that his thumb was at the higher and a finger at the lower of the sensitive hollows. Previous concerns had dissipated the moment his hands got wet, and so he penetrated all four simultaneously, slowly to gauge her reaction. The hand not at her hips and not bracing himself went to her breasts, and he pressed his mouth to hers to stifle another groan, tendrils more persistent despite his attempts to restrain himself.
Two hands went to her hips, and as gently as he could he splayed his fingers over her skin, turned his wrists so that his thumb was at the higher and a finger at the lower of the sensitive hollows. Previous concerns had dissipated the moment his hands got wet, and so he penetrated all four simultaneously, slowly to gauge her reaction. The hand not at her hips and not bracing himself went to her breasts, and he pressed his mouth to hers to stifle another groan, tendrils more persistent despite his attempts to restrain himself.
Wisteria and Violets [Closed] - megs - 05-24-2015
She was grateful for the weightlessness the water provided. His adorable smiles and the way he kissed her forehead, practically swept her off her feet. At the very least her knees turned to jelly and the willingness to support herself all but disappeared. They were indeed a tangle of limbs, even more so with the tendrils curling around her legs. The breathy sounds she made were a mix of surprise and pleasure; practically panting as he hid his face against her neck, with tendrils teasing and pushing within.A low chuckled resonated in her chest, because if his intention had been to take it slower this was certainly anything but. "You don't have to apologize," she murmurs against his ear, since he was so conveniently placed.
Her response was to throw her head back, and arch against him with a needy whimper; her arms were still across his shoulders, fingers splayed across his back. Her smaller tentacles looped lazily against her collarbones, as the larger ones curled around the wrists of the hands on her hips. A sultry hum buzzed against his lips as he pressed them against hers.
Wisteria and Violets [Closed] - Tindome - 05-24-2015
There was really only so much a man could do in the face of biology. He should have kept touching her on the couch; more foreplay was never a bad idea. It was too late for that now, but still, it was a thought. He'd been impatient, though it may not have seemed like it, more desire than sense. He was not someone who denied the beauty of his former lovers, but he was still very sure that she was one of the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. If he weren't a lawyer, if he weren't used to equivocating and covering for future possibilities, he might have been even more hyperbolic. Between her shape and her coloring and the way he could make her smile, it was as if she'd been made for him.
He wanted her more badly than he could ever recall wanting a person.
Her moans urged him on, so he gave up on self-control, hands on her legs to urge them around his waist so he could pin her to the edge of the water. Fingers moved inside her experimentally, still unsure if he had correctly guessed the way that she liked to be touched, while hips pressed urgently against hers. Tendrils in strange shapes slid in and then out of her, replaced by others, kneading and rubbing along sensitive skin all the while. A sound like a heavy drum escaped his throat, a rare utterance of the old tongue in the strange sounds that it was meant to be spoken: Mine. While two hands continued their ministrations, the others left her legs, slid along her arms so that he could lace his fingers with hers and trap her hands against the wall that she was pinned to.
It was a possessive gesture, one that he'd be embarrassed about later. And a futile one, when her two arms were stronger than his four.
He wanted her more badly than he could ever recall wanting a person.
Her moans urged him on, so he gave up on self-control, hands on her legs to urge them around his waist so he could pin her to the edge of the water. Fingers moved inside her experimentally, still unsure if he had correctly guessed the way that she liked to be touched, while hips pressed urgently against hers. Tendrils in strange shapes slid in and then out of her, replaced by others, kneading and rubbing along sensitive skin all the while. A sound like a heavy drum escaped his throat, a rare utterance of the old tongue in the strange sounds that it was meant to be spoken: Mine. While two hands continued their ministrations, the others left her legs, slid along her arms so that he could lace his fingers with hers and trap her hands against the wall that she was pinned to.
It was a possessive gesture, one that he'd be embarrassed about later. And a futile one, when her two arms were stronger than his four.
Wisteria and Violets [Closed] - megs - 05-24-2015
Perfect. She could only spare her attentions for one thought, and that was perfect. She could hardly be bothered with the other events of the night because she was with him, and that was better than anything. She was enamored sighs as she watched his face, and shuddering moans as tendrils lapped at her skin. Nova had never been touched with such gentle intent, and she hoped her own feelings were obvious in the deliberations of her own hands over skin and scars.
She curled her legs around his waist, at his insistence and he was touching every sensitive part of her at once. And that sound, oh that sound, that vibrated into the deepest part of her. Hands on her hips ushered a cry from her lips, legs tightening around him. She was pinned and possessed with a torrent of sensations making her head spin. "Tai'vas," she whimpered again, followed by a string of other phrases. Standard seeming to have escaped her for now.
She had not meant to come so quickly, but she had hands on her hips, and tendrils stroking against her core. She shuddered, and clutched at his hands. Her tentacles slid further up his arms, and he head fell back as waves of cascaded from within.
Wisteria and Violets [Closed] - Tindome - 05-24-2015
He couldn't understand a word she was saying, but he assumed that they were good things. The kinds of things he would want her to be saying, as insensible as he was. Losing his mind was alright, wasn't it, as long as she did the same? In his case it was much less obvious that he was speaking at all, drumming and thrumming as tendrils moved with his hips.
Ix watched her as she came, amazed that he had anything to do with it. Water on her skin and on her scales, and as she moved she reflected rainbows. She tightened all around him, and he couldn't help but join her, tendrils shaking as he came. It only showed in ultraviolet, the opalescence that he spilled inside her and over her skin, mingling with the water.
He tried very hard not to find it appealing, the way she looked with his seed painted on her skin. He failed. She shimmered and sparkled and sighed, and he kissed her again as tendrils retreated slowly back inside of him. "That… usually takes longer…" he murmured, and never in his entire life had he felt like such a cliché.
Hands left her hips to hold her close, coaxing her away from the walls of the pond and into clearer waters. She probably would not want to cuddle in his particular kind of bed. But for a little while, at least, he wanted to hold her close and tell her she was beautiful.
Ix watched her as she came, amazed that he had anything to do with it. Water on her skin and on her scales, and as she moved she reflected rainbows. She tightened all around him, and he couldn't help but join her, tendrils shaking as he came. It only showed in ultraviolet, the opalescence that he spilled inside her and over her skin, mingling with the water.
He tried very hard not to find it appealing, the way she looked with his seed painted on her skin. He failed. She shimmered and sparkled and sighed, and he kissed her again as tendrils retreated slowly back inside of him. "That… usually takes longer…" he murmured, and never in his entire life had he felt like such a cliché.
Hands left her hips to hold her close, coaxing her away from the walls of the pond and into clearer waters. She probably would not want to cuddle in his particular kind of bed. But for a little while, at least, he wanted to hold her close and tell her she was beautiful.