【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
Due to a high volume of check-ins, temporary accommodations have been made in our parking garage for all new arrivals. We aim to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We deeply apologize for any inconvenience!
All are invited to There Is No Tomorrow, a Phoenix Casino soiree to celebrate our beloved guests. The festivities will begin at 1800 hours on January 20th and end at 1800 hours on January 27th. Please look forward to 168 hours of delight.
In an effort to raise happiness and encourage better guest relationships, attendance is required. The house will assist guests that are too shy to appear of their own accord. Please note that black tie attire is mandatory. As always, we hope you enjoy your stay! 】
PARKING GARAGE
ANY CAR IN A STORM
PHOENIX CASINO HALL
WELCOME TO THE NEXT 168 HOURS
Phoenix Casino is a-flutter with activity and packed to the beak with guests. As a famously ever-changing space, the staff would be remiss if they didn't deck the crown jewel of the Golden Peacock out. The casino glitters from top to bottom, shining brighter than diamonds, rubies, sapphires, opals! Party-goers are shiny and glamorous with picture perfect makeup, fluttering gowns, and sharp suits. Card tables are packed and the slot machines are a-ringing as guests play, play, play! Prizes, luxury, booze, attractive people, it's the place that everyone wants to be at.
Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
All clocks indicating day hours and night hours have been removed from the casino. Once a guest has entered, their Watch will jam, making it impossible to keep track of the time. You don't need to worry about that tonight.
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[ laughter bubbles up unbidden, a little shy but mostly charmed—she's heard those lines before and she's never put much stock in them. but here and now, laid out beneath his gaze and his sincerity, she's made to confront it and accept it. maybe it's a good thing that he chooses to kiss her then, letting lips and tongue distract her from identifying it, why it sounds so different coming from him than anyone else.
she opens up to him easily, soft gasps muffled against his mouth when he brushes over a sensitive spot—her palate, her throat, the dip between her collar. she wraps an arm around his shoulders, her other hand smoothing down the breadth of his back to palm over heated skin. she feels lightheaded, either from the kisses or the onslaught of new sensations, but she doesn't loosen her hold even as his touch wanders lower. the next gasp gets stuck in her throat, melting down into a moan as she twists up against him, pressing her chest further into his hand and his body. the proximity eases some restless part of her even as she seeks to bring him closer as if on instinct, shifting her legs apart so that he can settle between them.
and once there, she has to pull her lips away to fight for air, fingers clutching at his shoulders. ]
Lighter— [ desperate, wrecked, just from kissing alone. it's so much but it's not enough. ] Please...
[ It comes too naturally, like breathing, to surge into the spaces Mercedes makes for him. Her soft sounds ring in his ears and make his emptied lungs hurt when she shifts and he finds himself moving to her as a matter of instinct, chasing what feels right — one of the first things to feel right to him since he'd woken up in this place. He pushes the sheets away, freeing the rest of his torso from them and baring his scarred abdomen and hips, the flush of his cock against his thigh. On his knees with one hand braced on the mattress, Lighter's other palm skirts her thigh, soothing at the muscle of it as he coaxes her leg up over the angle of his hip. His arousal notches against her first, the heated weight of it nestling at her cunt; one soft, exploratory rut smears him with her wetness.
Even this much is dizzying, laying sensitivities bare that he thought he lost touch with long ago. It aches through every thud of his heart, this fullness, this point of overflow. Lashes drawn low, he sucks in the sound of her plea. He kisses her, open-mouthed and gentle, nosing the sweet, feverish round of her cheek in between. ]
Try to relax.
[ Unwilling to lift himself up too far, he weaves an arm between them and positions himself at her entrance, giving the head of his cock a rub at the tender muscle there. She gives to him after a moment of feeling it out; he crowns shallowly in the slick of her, enough to let him move his arm back upwards to gather her up against him. He thrusts once, twice, slow to accommodate her tightness.
Brows knit faintly, he swallows, pressing his brows to hers. She really feels so beautiful. ]
[ it's a strange thing to feel—the combination of anticipation and nervousness once the sheets fall away, his body pressed flush against hers from chest to hip. she feels hot all over, heartbeat loud in her ears as she hooks her leg over his hip easily, only for all the breath to leave her lungs at that first nudge of his cock against her slick center. he tells her to relax—how can she, when she's already so overwhelmed? but she finds herself nodding, bringing her other leg up over his waist, opening herself fully to him.
her brows knit together once they align, kiss-swollen lips parting as he presses deeper. she closes her eyes to the feeling, trembling in his arms by the time he gets about halfway in; each time she thinks he can't get any deeper, the angle shifts and he sinks another inch further until he's completely seated inside, the base of his cock nudging sweetly against her clit. her breaths turn shallow, fingers digging little crescents into his shoulders as her body accommodates to the intrusion, to how full she feels, balanced precariously on the knife's edge of pleasure before it tips over into pain. it's so much that she's dizzy with it, giving in to sensation, to the way he holds her so closely that even if she were to shake apart completely, he would keep her together. a small part of her—the part of her that had always accepted that her body would inevitably be used this way, not for pleasure but for ambition—feels soothed by it: the care, the gentleness layered with safety; an intimacy she'd never known but always craved.
her body is no longer consecrated, but his touch and warmth feel like a blessing anyway. ]
It's okay, [ she says eventually, after minutes or hours. her lips find his again, less of a kiss and more of a sharing of breath. ] You can move. I want you to.
[ Lighter's never wanted for warmth. Even when it didn't benefit him, that's always been his wreath, his laurel of fire. And still he's never felt anything quite like the clutch of her body as he bottoms out, her willing heat melted where it meets him skin to skin. Like this, he's unadorned, harnessed by neither his sovereign gold or lowering red — not even the scorched silver of his regret hangs around his neck, knotted at his throat like a noose. But if he has the opportunity to wear anything to remind him of why he still matters, he hopes its the crescent phases of her fingertips delving into his skin.
He stretches his hips into the soft, dense circle of her thighs, belly banding with tension where it rests his weight firmly against hers. He can feel her heartbeat where it thrums against his, the pulse of her walls closed around him — it's the sweetest he thinks he's ever heard blood sing. His angle shifts upwards just enough to nudge at her clit, cock twitching deep inside her at the flutter of nerves it awakens. ]
Alright. [ A murmur rusted over with breathlessness, not from a lack of stamina but from how stunning she is to feel. He dips a loose kiss against her mouth, quickly being unable to resist the taste of her kiss-wetted lips. ] Breathe out. I've got you.
[ Trailing his mouth across her jaw in flashes of tongue, soothing discomfort where he can, he eases back and thrusts in earnest. There's strength in the motion, the way he lifts and buries his cock deep into the tender well of her body, but his rhythm measures itself, almost too aware. ]
[ there's something so satisfying in the way he presses her against the mattress, warmer than he has any right to be. she feels the muscles of his back and shoulders shift beneath her fingers, feels the solid thrust of his hips against hers; she shifts restlessly beneath him, as if her body can't decide if it wants to squirm away or pull him closer, deeper. heat lances sharply down her spine, spider-webbing down her limbs, and she breathes through it like he tells her to, face flushed with agonized pleasure. slowly, her muscles loosen their vice grip around him, the walls of her cunt fluttering whenever he buries his full length within her.
she's wet enough now that she can hear it, the slick sounds of their joining echoing back at her over her sharp gasps and moans. it feels as if she's hurtling toward the end, spurred on by the rhythm of his movements and the firm grasp he still has on her, steady and unyielding. his name falls from her lips like a prayer, hummed into the quiet of the suite as she shifts her legs higher over his body, ankles locked at the middle of his back. it changes the angle of her hips to bring him even deeper, lashes fluttering open with a sharp gasp as her gaze finds his, hazy sapphire meeting the green-gold of his.
it's okay, she wants to say again, but she can't muster the words beneath the onslaught of sensation. instead, she reaches for him to pull him down into a kiss, hot and open-mouthed. ]
[ His nerves sweep, heartbeat running high and feverish in his body; he's hanging on every noise she makes, the sounds of her pleasure impressing on what feels like his soul. If he still has one, she's defining its outline, holding it up to the sacred light of her own. Dipping down into her arms when beckoned as if helpless to do anything else, his pace starts to overrun with desire the easier she takes him. Lighter meets her lips with a shuddered gasp, tautness pulling white-hot up through the angles of his body. It grips at the thundering of his heart where it's pressed between them, the broad plane of his chest running up against the soft swell of hers.
Rolling his shoulders into the harbor of her slender arms, skin coated in a sheen of sweat, his back bows, ruts sharpening against the damp juncture of her thighs. His cock presses deep in a rush of her slick, hitting a tightness high in her body that makes him release a heady groan. His pace skips once, length sliding long and low until their bodies lock so closely together that he jostles up against her clit. He aims there again, craving her release in a way that makes his ears ring with the collision of their skin. ]
That's it, Mercie. [ He pants and his kisses shallow, muffled by the eager suck he gives her tongue as he parts just barely, the sunset hue of his attention glassy and clear. His encouragement husks over her mouth, the beautiful flush of her fair skin. ] Come on.
[ the kiss is desperate, messy, her back arching up off the mattress to meet the press of his body as if she could meld them together somehow, as if he isn't as close as he could possibly be. it's still so new and foreign—the closeness, the intimacy, the fact that he's the first to ever see her this way; the fact that he still remains in spite of all her flaws laid bare beneath him. her heels knock lightly against his back as his pace quickens and he reaches deeper, head thrown back against the pillow with a ragged moan, higher in pitch before it melts into a desperate sob. she's close—something that she can't exactly identify but knows that she can only achieve with him.
she's caught between wanting this moment to stretch on forever and finding completion, but her body makes the choice for her, overwhelmed by the dual sensations of his cock buried so deep and the sweet friction against her clit. she cries out softly, the way he says her name washing over her like a gentle caress as her body goes taut beneath him, fingers slipping over the slick skin of his shoulders and back before tangling into his hair. her inner muscles seize up around him, clenching down around his cock like she wants nothing more than to keep him right where he is, hips stuttering against his as if still determined to meet his thrusts. ]
[ Sensing her closeness in the way her body begins to tense around him, Lighter folds her safely to the breadth of his chest to support her, heat coiling down the back of his neck where her pale fingers draw upwards into dark, damp locks. She carves through his thoughts, almost down to the bone; all the sensitivities he's got left lay themselves bare for her.
It's Mercedes' voice that gets him to shudder, the plaintive keens breathed against him making her release all the sweeter — unshy and, he hopes, unlonely where the impossibly warm arcs of their bodies meet. A desperation for closeness answered. He rides her out in slower, more meaningful movements, cock crowning up against the tender walls of her cunt as they flex and flutter around him. Softer, somehow, for the way the orgasm relaxes her belly and thighs once through. He still moves in low, easy pumps, hips canting to soak up every last clutch her body's willing to give. Though he remains hard, heartbeat hammering, his focus strays from the pull of his own body, stamina holding strong. ]
Good, [ Lighter encourages from where his pulse is still hitched high in his chest, voice feverish and dusky. He unwinds an arm from her to caress her cheek with his palm, cradling the weight of her head for a moment. ] that's really good.
[ there's no room for loneliness, not when he holds her against him so securely. she's surrounded by him—his warmth, his scent, his voice; each filling her senses until she allows herself to forget, just for a moment, where they are, and who she needs to be. something aches in her chest, almost bittersweet, as she wonders if she would have ever known what it's like to be held in this way if she didn't wake up here somehow.
she blinks away the wetness gathered on her lashes once her body steadies itself, easing off into sporadic flutters as he continues to move, carving out a space for himself. she almost apologizes, but his palm against her cheek arrests her briefly, her own hand coming up to curl fingers around his wrist as she leans into the warm cup of it. her expression softens, achingly tender, sliding her fingers up to frame against his. ]
It's not enough, is it? [ she bites her lower lip, tightening around him on his next thrust in. ] I want to feel you, too. Please?
[ He breathes in and it's almost a little sharp in the face of her plead for him to continue. ]
You? [ Braced on her body, he cranes his neck to kiss her before an apology can really coalesce, thumb stroking beneath the wet rim of her eyelashes. ] You're plenty.
[ More than he ever would have thought, waking up to the gentle caress of her voice across his nerves stinging with the anxieties of being unmoored from everything that'd given his life meaning. But there's no mantle in these sheets, no cross. Just the undone glow of her expression, the cadence of her heartbeat thudding directly into his. So radiant that he almost forgets too, shadowed lashes fluttering over a dim pulse of red in his eyes as she invites him again with a sensuous clutch that makes his head spin.
He catches her hand in his, fingers interlocking as he presses it down to the mattress. A flush sears on the heights of his cheekbones, dark and warm. ]
Tell me, alright? [ He thrusts and it's heavier before it's faster, a taste of what it takes to undo him. The slick sound of their coupling curls through the air as the base of his cock stretches her entrance, the continued stroke of it thick and impassioned. ] If it's too much.
[ her smile widens, lashes fluttering in the wake of his thumb; charmed, despite wanting to press her face into the crook of his neck, as if it would hide the permanent flush on her cheeks. his sincerity and honesty is almost too much to bear, especially here where she's made to accept it. when was the last time someone told her that she was enough? that she was plenty? she can't remember. years of devotion, of prayer, of accepting her fate with grace because there was nothing else she could do—none of it comes close to this: no crest, no nobility, no magic; just her as she is, held so closely as if she were something precious.
he can't know what it means. and yet she feels as if she's the one being saved.
there's a dull ache in her thighs and her lower back, but she ignores it in favor of keeping her hips up, focusing instead on the heat of his hand and the lace of their fingers. her previous orgasm makes the slide easier, smoothing down the force of his thrusts into something sweeter; her breath hitches at the stretch even as her body welcomes it, inner muscles giving way to his quicker pace. ]
It's just right, [ she sighs, feeling a familiar heat pool low in her belly. ] It's perfect.
[ instead of you're perfect, but she thinks he hears it anyway. ]
[ Lighter feels it too, that same warmth returning to her body, its tension supple and wet. His need to plunge into it heightens his pace, taut length driving into her cunt in loud, sweet sucks of noise. It's beautiful, pressed between him and her, between bellies, the steeples of her knees and the crux of her ankles at the divot of his spine. As if this act is making something of him that wouldn't even be possible if not for her. Something purposeful, when he was convinced coming here would divest him of that too. ]
Mm, it is. [ His breath plumes shallow as he leans aside to dapple her cheek and jaw with kisses, shimmering and hot. His nose slides over her face, mouth steadying near her ear in a flickered breath. ] Perfect.
[ It feels strange to him, chasing his own pleasure in someone else's body. But the worry of it is hazy, indistinct against the light of her. He's not capable of worship, but hell if this isn't the closest he's ever gotten since the underground, through the dirt and blood, a trial by fire — he breathes her name against her skin. Once, twice, ardent. Pleasure claws up his spine, closing in around him as his cock buries up against that sweet spot of hers. He aims for it as soon as he's felt it again, thrusting as far as her body will let him.
With a shuddering moan, he finally comes, cock spasming deep inside of her. He rocks his hips through his orgasm, rhythm undone; the hot flush of his release drenches her insides, wetnesses pooling. Holding himself there, he pants quietly, the white hot static of arousal loud in his own ears.
At his side, his fingers tighten over hers, giving her hand a squeeze. ]
[ she can't seem to stop trembling against him, each thrust knocking lose a gasp, a breathy moan, her fingers clutching his. she's still sensitive—smaller pulses of pleasure and sensation ripple down her spine in waves as stars burst across her vision, momentarily soothed by the kisses along her jaw. although he chases his pleasure, it's new enough that everything still feels good and intense, and she maintains the tight clutch of her body around him even when it borders on too much. she has no doubt that he would stop immediately if she said something but she's stubborn about it, unwilling to stop him when they've gotten this far; when he'd taken care of her even though he didn't have to.
maybe a part of her thinks he needs it, too—to allow himself to take when it's offered, regardless of whether or not he feels he deserves it; to let him have this one good thing without consequence. trust and affection, freely given.
he slides deeper, each push a new delight as her body molds around him, eager to conform to his shape, to grip him tight inside her. she comes again when he does, his name falling from her lips like the sweetest hymn, the gentle chime of a bell. her countenance splits open once more like crackling glass, raw and unguarded, a soft oh murmured in the scant space between them as he fills her up, warming her from the inside. the feeling of it makes it feel more real, somehow, knowing that there's no undoing it. yet despite the initial awareness, fondness swells in its wake, softening her expression as she watches him catch his breath.
carefully, she reaches up to brush his damp hair away from his face, leaning up to press her lips to his in a soft kiss. ]
[ That soft sound uttered in a moment of openness nearly makes his brain completely coalesce with what he'd done, a flicker of tension reclaiming his spine in its wake. He almost wants to apologize, but the gentle touch of her lips soothes him back down, making him cant helplessly into the gesture to return the kiss. With the veil of his bangs pushed back, his eyes stay on her a moment, lidded and enamored, before they slip shut again.
Just a little more, he reasons, tangled in the heat of her where he'd felt himself spill over, where she'd taken him so sweetly that it makes his chest ache. His fingers finally loosen and slip from hers, arm sweeping up through the sheets and around her again. To feel this way is a gift, he's certain.
Wanted; chosen. How could he not fall into such hands, the unconditional way she touches? ]
You feel okay?
[ Sighed low into her mouth, grit gentled by affection. Pressed together, he feels the slowing throb of her pulse, the tiny flutters of her oversensitivity sparking and dissipating on his skin. He rolls his hips slightly even as he softens out, enjoying the way he fits snugly between her legs for a moment longer. ]
[ she feels weightless in the moments right after, warmth suffusing her limbs as she savors the closeness, the affection in his gaze. this is what it's like, she thinks; this is what it could be like—what it should be like to be touched in this way. faerghan tradition required her to save herself for her future husband, that only he should be allowed to give her his seed in the hopes of producing a crest-bearing heir. if she were to go back home now, she wonders what would be the look on her adoptive father's face when she tells him she'd already given herself away, that she's already found someone whom she'd want to be with.
she should be more concerned about it, at least with the gravity of what it means for her here and back home. instead, all she feels is relief—knowing that she no longer has to carry that burden anymore, that she was finally able to make this decision herself; that even after finding his release, he still stays, as if he's loathe to part. something in her chest aches as he holds her close, as he closes his eyes, and she smiles against his lips. ]
I'm okay, [ she murmurs, squirming a little with a soft sigh at the gentle roll of his hips. hers cant up to meet him just to drag out the feeling a little more. ] What about you?
[ How does he feel, he wonders. Like he could stay here forever, honestly, tucked comfortably against the bare warmth of her skin. There's nothing quite like it, the calm electric hum of being skin to skin with someone. It reminds him of how human he is, starved for touch and rested in supplication against her. He can't know what the sensation of her relief means, but he feels it all the same. It's so close, after all; his comfort mirrors it, soft and sedate even as his tension returns. ]
Never better. [ Cavalier, fond. Tipping his head aside, he runs brief kisses over her cheek, breath catching against the contour of her ear before he buries his face against her neck. Enough to revel in the pleasant heat, the smell of her skin. He tucks his voice there, just for her. ] You felt good.
[ And, after a moment of resting there, he exhales, giving in to the slow bleed of light shapes playing on the backs of his eyelids. ]
You still feel good. So... thanks. For letting it be me.
[ there's something so sweet about the way he tucks himself against her, despite being bigger, all hard muscle in contrast to the softness of her body. fondness fills her gaze as she looks over at him, reaching up to gently card her fingers through his hair with the same soothing rhythm as she did earlier for his headache. it's easy to pretend that this is all there is—just the two of them in this bed, in this room, separated from the chaos of what surely awaits them outside the door. but if they're to be here for a while, she thinks it can't hurt to linger here for a little while longer; to enjoy this brief moment of peace just for them. ]
I want it to be you. [ then and now, and in the future, if he should grant her that desire. she laughs a little, her breath ruffling his hair gently before she smooths it down with her fingers. ] I should be thanking you, really. I don't have much experience in this.
[ as he already knows. she feels a little silly for saying it, but— ]
[ It still winds him to hear with such certainty. So much that a shiver ripples down his back, the delicate draw of her fingertips over his hair the epicenter. Eventually, he lifts back up on his elbows after taking his fill of affection. It's more than enough for someone like him, and yet the act of parting sends a throb of reluctance through his chest. Lighter would seem a greedy man outside of this room, steeped in the freedom of sunlight, the taste of victory and renown. No one would never know he doesn't want for any of it. ]
Whenever you want, alright? [ A quiet and damp flicker of his breath against her cheek, the shadow of a kiss on the bright glow of her skin. ] I'll be here.
[ The words are for him too, a precursor to the shift of his body. He runs his arm low to urge her to relax her thigh and move her leg aside, easing himself off her in a final wet slide of intimate skin. Flopping down beside her on the mattress, he's silent a moment before beckoning her back to him. ]
You seemed tired. [ Even before — but anyone would be, he thinks, after the last 168 hours. ] While we so generously have this room, maybe we should clean up and see about that nap you mentioned.
[ before he pulls away completely, she cups his face in her hands and kisses him once more, firm but sweet. ]
You, too. [ her thumbs smooth gently over the rise of his cheekbones, fingers lightly framing his jawline. ] Anything at all, whatever you need. If it's something I can give you, I will.
[ it isn't until she lets her legs back down again that she registers the burn and ache, the dampness of sweat and slick and everything else. she longs for a bath, especially since she's seen the size of the tub in the adjoining bathroom—it could easily fit the two of them, she thinks. before she can think to ask him about it, he beats her to it, rolling onto her side closest to him. ]
I'd like that. [ she presses her face against his shoulder, hiding her smile there. ] If you haven't gotten sick of me yet.
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she opens up to him easily, soft gasps muffled against his mouth when he brushes over a sensitive spot—her palate, her throat, the dip between her collar. she wraps an arm around his shoulders, her other hand smoothing down the breadth of his back to palm over heated skin. she feels lightheaded, either from the kisses or the onslaught of new sensations, but she doesn't loosen her hold even as his touch wanders lower. the next gasp gets stuck in her throat, melting down into a moan as she twists up against him, pressing her chest further into his hand and his body. the proximity eases some restless part of her even as she seeks to bring him closer as if on instinct, shifting her legs apart so that he can settle between them.
and once there, she has to pull her lips away to fight for air, fingers clutching at his shoulders. ]
Lighter— [ desperate, wrecked, just from kissing alone. it's so much but it's not enough. ] Please...
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Even this much is dizzying, laying sensitivities bare that he thought he lost touch with long ago. It aches through every thud of his heart, this fullness, this point of overflow. Lashes drawn low, he sucks in the sound of her plea. He kisses her, open-mouthed and gentle, nosing the sweet, feverish round of her cheek in between. ]
Try to relax.
[ Unwilling to lift himself up too far, he weaves an arm between them and positions himself at her entrance, giving the head of his cock a rub at the tender muscle there. She gives to him after a moment of feeling it out; he crowns shallowly in the slick of her, enough to let him move his arm back upwards to gather her up against him. He thrusts once, twice, slow to accommodate her tightness.
Brows knit faintly, he swallows, pressing his brows to hers. She really feels so beautiful. ]
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her brows knit together once they align, kiss-swollen lips parting as he presses deeper. she closes her eyes to the feeling, trembling in his arms by the time he gets about halfway in; each time she thinks he can't get any deeper, the angle shifts and he sinks another inch further until he's completely seated inside, the base of his cock nudging sweetly against her clit. her breaths turn shallow, fingers digging little crescents into his shoulders as her body accommodates to the intrusion, to how full she feels, balanced precariously on the knife's edge of pleasure before it tips over into pain. it's so much that she's dizzy with it, giving in to sensation, to the way he holds her so closely that even if she were to shake apart completely, he would keep her together. a small part of her—the part of her that had always accepted that her body would inevitably be used this way, not for pleasure but for ambition—feels soothed by it: the care, the gentleness layered with safety; an intimacy she'd never known but always craved.
her body is no longer consecrated, but his touch and warmth feel like a blessing anyway. ]
It's okay, [ she says eventually, after minutes or hours. her lips find his again, less of a kiss and more of a sharing of breath. ] You can move. I want you to.
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He stretches his hips into the soft, dense circle of her thighs, belly banding with tension where it rests his weight firmly against hers. He can feel her heartbeat where it thrums against his, the pulse of her walls closed around him — it's the sweetest he thinks he's ever heard blood sing. His angle shifts upwards just enough to nudge at her clit, cock twitching deep inside her at the flutter of nerves it awakens. ]
Alright. [ A murmur rusted over with breathlessness, not from a lack of stamina but from how stunning she is to feel. He dips a loose kiss against her mouth, quickly being unable to resist the taste of her kiss-wetted lips. ] Breathe out. I've got you.
[ Trailing his mouth across her jaw in flashes of tongue, soothing discomfort where he can, he eases back and thrusts in earnest. There's strength in the motion, the way he lifts and buries his cock deep into the tender well of her body, but his rhythm measures itself, almost too aware. ]
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she's wet enough now that she can hear it, the slick sounds of their joining echoing back at her over her sharp gasps and moans. it feels as if she's hurtling toward the end, spurred on by the rhythm of his movements and the firm grasp he still has on her, steady and unyielding. his name falls from her lips like a prayer, hummed into the quiet of the suite as she shifts her legs higher over his body, ankles locked at the middle of his back. it changes the angle of her hips to bring him even deeper, lashes fluttering open with a sharp gasp as her gaze finds his, hazy sapphire meeting the green-gold of his.
it's okay, she wants to say again, but she can't muster the words beneath the onslaught of sensation. instead, she reaches for him to pull him down into a kiss, hot and open-mouthed. ]
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Rolling his shoulders into the harbor of her slender arms, skin coated in a sheen of sweat, his back bows, ruts sharpening against the damp juncture of her thighs. His cock presses deep in a rush of her slick, hitting a tightness high in her body that makes him release a heady groan. His pace skips once, length sliding long and low until their bodies lock so closely together that he jostles up against her clit. He aims there again, craving her release in a way that makes his ears ring with the collision of their skin. ]
That's it, Mercie. [ He pants and his kisses shallow, muffled by the eager suck he gives her tongue as he parts just barely, the sunset hue of his attention glassy and clear. His encouragement husks over her mouth, the beautiful flush of her fair skin. ] Come on.
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she's caught between wanting this moment to stretch on forever and finding completion, but her body makes the choice for her, overwhelmed by the dual sensations of his cock buried so deep and the sweet friction against her clit. she cries out softly, the way he says her name washing over her like a gentle caress as her body goes taut beneath him, fingers slipping over the slick skin of his shoulders and back before tangling into his hair. her inner muscles seize up around him, clenching down around his cock like she wants nothing more than to keep him right where he is, hips stuttering against his as if still determined to meet his thrusts. ]
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It's Mercedes' voice that gets him to shudder, the plaintive keens breathed against him making her release all the sweeter — unshy and, he hopes, unlonely where the impossibly warm arcs of their bodies meet. A desperation for closeness answered. He rides her out in slower, more meaningful movements, cock crowning up against the tender walls of her cunt as they flex and flutter around him. Softer, somehow, for the way the orgasm relaxes her belly and thighs once through. He still moves in low, easy pumps, hips canting to soak up every last clutch her body's willing to give. Though he remains hard, heartbeat hammering, his focus strays from the pull of his own body, stamina holding strong. ]
Good, [ Lighter encourages from where his pulse is still hitched high in his chest, voice feverish and dusky. He unwinds an arm from her to caress her cheek with his palm, cradling the weight of her head for a moment. ] that's really good.
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she blinks away the wetness gathered on her lashes once her body steadies itself, easing off into sporadic flutters as he continues to move, carving out a space for himself. she almost apologizes, but his palm against her cheek arrests her briefly, her own hand coming up to curl fingers around his wrist as she leans into the warm cup of it. her expression softens, achingly tender, sliding her fingers up to frame against his. ]
It's not enough, is it? [ she bites her lower lip, tightening around him on his next thrust in. ] I want to feel you, too. Please?
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You? [ Braced on her body, he cranes his neck to kiss her before an apology can really coalesce, thumb stroking beneath the wet rim of her eyelashes. ] You're plenty.
[ More than he ever would have thought, waking up to the gentle caress of her voice across his nerves stinging with the anxieties of being unmoored from everything that'd given his life meaning. But there's no mantle in these sheets, no cross. Just the undone glow of her expression, the cadence of her heartbeat thudding directly into his. So radiant that he almost forgets too, shadowed lashes fluttering over a dim pulse of red in his eyes as she invites him again with a sensuous clutch that makes his head spin.
He catches her hand in his, fingers interlocking as he presses it down to the mattress. A flush sears on the heights of his cheekbones, dark and warm. ]
Tell me, alright? [ He thrusts and it's heavier before it's faster, a taste of what it takes to undo him. The slick sound of their coupling curls through the air as the base of his cock stretches her entrance, the continued stroke of it thick and impassioned. ] If it's too much.
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he can't know what it means. and yet she feels as if she's the one being saved.
there's a dull ache in her thighs and her lower back, but she ignores it in favor of keeping her hips up, focusing instead on the heat of his hand and the lace of their fingers. her previous orgasm makes the slide easier, smoothing down the force of his thrusts into something sweeter; her breath hitches at the stretch even as her body welcomes it, inner muscles giving way to his quicker pace. ]
It's just right, [ she sighs, feeling a familiar heat pool low in her belly. ] It's perfect.
[ instead of you're perfect, but she thinks he hears it anyway. ]
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Mm, it is. [ His breath plumes shallow as he leans aside to dapple her cheek and jaw with kisses, shimmering and hot. His nose slides over her face, mouth steadying near her ear in a flickered breath. ] Perfect.
[ It feels strange to him, chasing his own pleasure in someone else's body. But the worry of it is hazy, indistinct against the light of her. He's not capable of worship, but hell if this isn't the closest he's ever gotten since the underground, through the dirt and blood, a trial by fire — he breathes her name against her skin. Once, twice, ardent. Pleasure claws up his spine, closing in around him as his cock buries up against that sweet spot of hers. He aims for it as soon as he's felt it again, thrusting as far as her body will let him.
With a shuddering moan, he finally comes, cock spasming deep inside of her. He rocks his hips through his orgasm, rhythm undone; the hot flush of his release drenches her insides, wetnesses pooling. Holding himself there, he pants quietly, the white hot static of arousal loud in his own ears.
At his side, his fingers tighten over hers, giving her hand a squeeze. ]
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maybe a part of her thinks he needs it, too—to allow himself to take when it's offered, regardless of whether or not he feels he deserves it; to let him have this one good thing without consequence. trust and affection, freely given.
he slides deeper, each push a new delight as her body molds around him, eager to conform to his shape, to grip him tight inside her. she comes again when he does, his name falling from her lips like the sweetest hymn, the gentle chime of a bell. her countenance splits open once more like crackling glass, raw and unguarded, a soft oh murmured in the scant space between them as he fills her up, warming her from the inside. the feeling of it makes it feel more real, somehow, knowing that there's no undoing it. yet despite the initial awareness, fondness swells in its wake, softening her expression as she watches him catch his breath.
carefully, she reaches up to brush his damp hair away from his face, leaning up to press her lips to his in a soft kiss. ]
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Just a little more, he reasons, tangled in the heat of her where he'd felt himself spill over, where she'd taken him so sweetly that it makes his chest ache. His fingers finally loosen and slip from hers, arm sweeping up through the sheets and around her again. To feel this way is a gift, he's certain.
Wanted; chosen. How could he not fall into such hands, the unconditional way she touches? ]
You feel okay?
[ Sighed low into her mouth, grit gentled by affection. Pressed together, he feels the slowing throb of her pulse, the tiny flutters of her oversensitivity sparking and dissipating on his skin. He rolls his hips slightly even as he softens out, enjoying the way he fits snugly between her legs for a moment longer. ]
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she should be more concerned about it, at least with the gravity of what it means for her here and back home. instead, all she feels is relief—knowing that she no longer has to carry that burden anymore, that she was finally able to make this decision herself; that even after finding his release, he still stays, as if he's loathe to part. something in her chest aches as he holds her close, as he closes his eyes, and she smiles against his lips. ]
I'm okay, [ she murmurs, squirming a little with a soft sigh at the gentle roll of his hips. hers cant up to meet him just to drag out the feeling a little more. ] What about you?
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Never better. [ Cavalier, fond. Tipping his head aside, he runs brief kisses over her cheek, breath catching against the contour of her ear before he buries his face against her neck. Enough to revel in the pleasant heat, the smell of her skin. He tucks his voice there, just for her. ] You felt good.
[ And, after a moment of resting there, he exhales, giving in to the slow bleed of light shapes playing on the backs of his eyelids. ]
You still feel good. So... thanks. For letting it be me.
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I want it to be you. [ then and now, and in the future, if he should grant her that desire. she laughs a little, her breath ruffling his hair gently before she smooths it down with her fingers. ] I should be thanking you, really. I don't have much experience in this.
[ as he already knows. she feels a little silly for saying it, but— ]
I'm glad it felt good for you.
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Whenever you want, alright? [ A quiet and damp flicker of his breath against her cheek, the shadow of a kiss on the bright glow of her skin. ] I'll be here.
[ The words are for him too, a precursor to the shift of his body. He runs his arm low to urge her to relax her thigh and move her leg aside, easing himself off her in a final wet slide of intimate skin. Flopping down beside her on the mattress, he's silent a moment before beckoning her back to him. ]
You seemed tired. [ Even before — but anyone would be, he thinks, after the last 168 hours. ] While we so generously have this room, maybe we should clean up and see about that nap you mentioned.
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You, too. [ her thumbs smooth gently over the rise of his cheekbones, fingers lightly framing his jawline. ] Anything at all, whatever you need. If it's something I can give you, I will.
[ it isn't until she lets her legs back down again that she registers the burn and ache, the dampness of sweat and slick and everything else. she longs for a bath, especially since she's seen the size of the tub in the adjoining bathroom—it could easily fit the two of them, she thinks. before she can think to ask him about it, he beats her to it, rolling onto her side closest to him. ]
I'd like that. [ she presses her face against his shoulder, hiding her smile there. ] If you haven't gotten sick of me yet.