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I--I--I'm, ah--

[ She's trying! She's trying, but it's so easy to get distracted when he moves like that. As much as she likes it gentle and sweet, there's something that really gets her going when he drives in hard like this. Maybe the first time should have been softer than this, but Ritsuka revels in it, tossing her head against the pillow as she rocks to meet his thrusts as best she can. ]

You're, ah, you're so--I'mmmmmm--

I'm—so—

[Is that the beginning of a question or a statement? He doesn't know, and he can't finish it anyway; he's losing his breath, chest heaving to keep up with his pace. . . . And yeah, he cheats a little, magic circuits glowing faintly for a moment or two to keep his stamina up and his rhythm strong. Nothing wrong with drawing on a little magical energy at a time like this. When else does he even need it here? He could use it to hold off his orgasm again, but Kadoc's beyond wanting that now—no, he's ready. He wants this to go on and on, but he also wants to finish.]

Do you want me to—?

[But does she?]

Please--

[ Ritsuka doesn't know how to articulate it more than that; her whole body is hot and restless, her hands clinging tightly to his. She turns her head like she could hide from him, though she opens her eyes just enough to peek up at him, dark and unfocused. Whether it happens now or in short order, she does want to see his face when he comes. ]

I, I want, give it--

[That may as well be an order on the magnitude of a command spell. Hungry, needy, direct—it's like those words grab Kadoc by the shoulders and shove him right up to that edge he'd been chasing, until he's just barely hanging onto it without tipping. The gasp that tears out of his throat is the only reply he can give to it. Give it—well, he will then, how could he resist—

He doesn't really want to close his eyes, but he has to. It just happens, with those last few powerful thrusts. He rocks into her in sharp desperate pumps, arms shaking as they work to support him over her, and then he ducks his head and cries out and trips over that edge at last. It feels endless pouring into her like this—can she feel it? What does it feel like, for her?]

Ah... ahh...

[ Ohhhh, there it is. That's what she wanted, both to see and to feel; even if she's still worked up at this moment, there's still a sense of deep satisfaction that wells up inside of her. Look at him! She did that to him--somehow, he's trusted her enough to let her see this, and do this with him, and she can't help but feel smugly pleased about that.

Her legs lock around his hips to hold him in as deep as she can, shivering in time with him. Little crooning noises spill out of her, as soothing as she can make them, an automatic attempt at caretaking, even while she's dazed and pinned as she is. ]

Nnnhh . . .

[It's too soon, in the foggy afterglow haze seeping into Kadoc's mind after that, for him to really consciously realize that he needs and wants the caretaking . . . but subconsciously, he's drawn to it instantly. That had been a lot! And they're not done yet, he knows, even more distantly: he's not going to just leave her hanging. He knows that wasn't enough to get her off a second time. To his surprise, that's not even something he feels guilty about—it just means he gets even more time to please her again.

. . . In a minute. In just a minute. First, he does need this, even if he doesn't fully realize why he's sinking down gratefully against her body to nuzzle at her throat. His hands slip out of hers, freeing her arms.]

Mmm.

[ This time, it's a pleased little hum, another soothing sound as she lifts her heavy arms to wrap them around him. One hand settles on his back, between his shoulderblades; the other she strokes through his hair, in what she hopes works as a calming gesture. Oh, she does like him, and so much. How dangerous.

It also takes her a while to find her voice again. She's not sure how long it is--it feels like hours, but it surely isn't longer than a minute. ]

Hey... you okay...?

[Until she speaks, Kadoc is still, though not stiff—if anything, he puddles against her body, feeling himself sink merrily into all the soft creases of her breasts and belly and filling the space in her arms. His own arms lazily go around her as best they can, gripping loosely. But he doesn't look up, or say anything, until she asks, and then he hiccups out a tipsy laugh and tilts up to look at her at last. He's all dark and soft and hazy, gazing up through his messy bangs at her face.]

. . . Kidding, right? Better than okay. I'll . . . mmn, sorry. I'll take care of you, too. I didn't expect you to wreck me like that.

Ehe.

[ It's a little wild and embarrassing, honestly, how easily he gets that kind of giggle out of her. She curls her fingers loosely in his hair, blinking back at him with the same slow, fond beats. ]

I'll take that as a compliment.

We'd have to have a talk if you couldn't.

. . . But I've got something better to do than talk right now.

[He could go down on her again. He thinks about it, but in the end, he just wants to kiss her too badly—to press his mouth right to that silly giggle. So instead Kadoc crawls up her body, letting one hand slide down between her thighs as he chases her lips.]

Mnnnh.

[ She tilts her head for the kiss, a happy noise bubbling out of her in response. When his fingers brush her thigh, she jumps and then laughs again, tightening her arms around him. As worked up as she is at the moment, she feels good about that silly detour. Like a challenge, her body wiggles under his, all playful and soft against him. ]

[He's smiling a little too much for a good kiss, but that doesn't matter; a bad kiss is still a good kiss, when it's this kind of bad kiss. He feels good too, still riding the high, so that it feels easy and confident to grope her thigh playfully and then slip his hand in to part her folds with his fingers. It's easier this time, now that she's all opened up. No matter how spent Kadoc is, that gets to him, and he lets out a thrilled breath against her smiling lips.]

You keep moving like that and I won't be responsible for my actions.

[Not that he . . . can right now. But later! Later. Soon.]

What's that supposed to mean?

[ She's definitely breathless, her whole body jolting when his fingers slip between her legs. There's a moment where her thighs try to press shut around his wrist; it's half an automatic response, and half a playful sort of challenge. Her own hands tangle in his hair, carding through it. ]

Just, ah, just what do you wanna do?

What I wanna do isn't necessarily the same as what I can manage right now . . . sorry.

[But he's not that sorry. His fingers squirm, fighting the resistance of her thighs, until two of them slip into her, more suddenly than he expects. He sucks in a breath at that; Kadoc can still be emotionally aroused by this even if he's got some refractory to be perioding right now!]

—Damn.

Ah--

[ She gasps when he does that, her fingers clutching harder at him for a moment. The angle is different from when his head had been between her legs, but it feels similar. Her eyes squeeze shut, and she rakes her teeth over her lower lip, whining. ]

That's, ah, that's fine--this is also--good--

Mmmmm . . .

[It takes some awkward twisting of his wrist and adjusting of his fingers to get his thumb on her clit, nudging up against it as his fingers thrust in. That's not as easy as he thought it'd be! It's inexpert, but he can only hope that the process feels good, too, his fingers sliding here and there against her. She's so wet by now, after everything they've done. It's not easy to get his bearings, but Kadoc's not complaining.]

What happened to telling me all about how good you feel . . . ?

W-what--

[ She's been a little distracted, okay! And that's not going to change immediately; she opens her eyes just enough to peer at him, dazed and confused, her hips rolling eagerly into his touch. It doesn't matter if he's clumsy about it--she's worked up enough, and he's close enough that even when he slips, it still feels good. ]

It's, I, wh-what should I--mmnn--

I just wanna hear you.

[That's the best thing he can ask for, or imagine, right now. Watching her is incredible, and he's doing that like a hawk as he gets the rhythm of thrusting his fingers in, slipping them out, stroking at her clit with his thumb as best as he can manage to aim, which is pretty okay really—but hearing her is something else. Maybe he has a thing for it. He's learning a lot tonight.]

I'm, ah, I'mmmm--

[ Not being terribly coherent, for one, but maybe he likes that. Maybe he's fine with that for what he hears from her. Ritsuka isn't hugely worried about it, in the little distant part of herself that's still somewhat coherent. She clings to him with as much strength as she can muster, alternating between panting open-mouthed and biting her lip against the flurry of little noises that spill out of her. And as she gets closer to her peak, her legs try to close around his hand again in an instinctive attempt to get just a little more pressure, a little more force, as she whines something that might maybe be his name. ]

Hmmmm—?

[That's not really a question, though; he automatically responds to maybe-his-name with maybe-a-moan, lashes fluttering. This definitely counts for letting him hear her. Kadoc peppers her face with mindless, affectionate kisses, sure to leave her lips clear so she can moan and whine all she wants—or doesn't want. But he can't keep his mouth off her as he guides her to the finish, responding to her wordless urging by focusing more on rubbing his thumb quick and firmly against her clit. She's so close he wants to hold his breath.]

--!!

[ She turns her head blindly towards him, trying to press her mouth to his when it hits her: a hard shudder that ripples through her whole body, her hands and legs clutching at him with as much strength as she can muster. The noise that rises out of her is high-pitched, aching, something that sounds both pleading and satisfied, even to her own ears. There's a few tears that slip free of her eyes, borderline overwhelmed as it passes, and she slowly starts to come down. ]

[Oh wow. Kadoc lets his breath out in a long, noisy sigh, finally letting the tension out of his own body; her coming is as good as coming himself. His hand slips away only when she's finished and limp on the bed again. . . . He wipes it on the sheets. It's fine,

(If he hadn't come yet, he'd probably lick it clean, but as it is, he's sated and entirely focused on enjoying the afterglow with her now.)

Carefully, he curls his body around hers to hold her as she recovers, watching this too, as keenly as he had all the rest. The thump of his heart in his chest feels heavy and hot.]

[ If he can use magecraft to keep himself from coming, he can probably use it to shorten his refractory period,

She doesn't think that yet, because she's recovering, breathing in deep, shaky pulls for air as she turns slowly towards him. Her whole body feels heavy and soft, and she's practically radiating satisfaction as she tries to tug him in closer. ]

Mmmm. C'mere.

Yeah, I'm here.

[Even now that they're done, for now, his voice comes out as a strange rumble. Ah . . . he can sound like this, huh? He can feel loose and lazy and heavy as he tucks his body against her, arms looping to hold her there. His lips can smile in a way that feels natural and not awkward or forced.]

Hey.

[ There's a pause as she blinks at him, slow and fond, then she giggles--a helpless spill of noise, beaming at him. ]

Hi. Look, we did it.

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