There is a soft sigh as her hand moves over him. His free hand moving to his jacket to undo the buttons, to make it easier for her to get her hands under his clothes. Shivering as he feels fingers in his hair, opening his mouth for her with a soft moan, tongue moving to meet hers. Fingers lightly scratching at her scalp, slowly relaxing more into her.
Once those buttons were undone, Night Sky's hands were all over him, feeling over the muscles of his arms and shoulders, curling into his undershirt to lift it and dip her hands underneath that too. The scratch of nails against her scalp eased a muffled moan into their kiss. After a moment, she pulled back slightly to whisper, close enough still that each syllable she spoke saw her lips brushing his. "You should get on your back. Let me lead." It was, after all, his first time, right?
He gasps as her hands move over him, far too unused to hands on him, a hard shiver going through him. Still, he leans into her touch all the same, candles flickering to life around his room.
Which flare briefly at her suggestion, his face getting red. He slowly nods, pulling away from her. Pulling off his jacket, letting it drop to the floor as he crawls to the head of the bed. A momentary pause before he pulls off his shirt to toss away too, before he lays back on the bed. Face burning, more candles flickering to life.
He doesn't have many scars. Likely due to his immortal body, his hands are surprisingly soft and callous free despite his work. There are some, gashes and cuts from experiments gone wrong in freeing his father, largely on his arms with only two on his torso. Nothing that looks particularly scary. Obviously the one on his face.
Then there is the scar that completely rings his neck.
She was half tempted to suggest he let her undress him, but given how red he was already and the flaring of candles around them, she had a feeling it might only fluster him more. Instead, she leaned back to watch him undress. Removing the leaves and twining vines from her own body could be done in seconds, so she let herself appreciate the view in the meantime.
If he was observant - and she assumed he was - he would notice the way her eyes flickered across his body, her hips shifting slightly with a pulse of her own inner heat as more skin was revealed. And when he laid back, she turned so she could crawl over him, her gaze landing on the ringed scars around his neck - then quickly shifting up to his eyes. No need to try and sus out where those might be from, at least not while she was meant to be distracting from the trauma they both just suffered.
"Perfect." She said, the leaves covering her chest and between her thighs shifting away to expose her fully. "Well... almost." A pointed glance down to his pants. But they could be dealt with later. Night Sky leaned down to kiss him, a hand pressed to the sheets beside his head for balance so the other could grasp his and guide it up to her breast, fingers squeezing around his pointedly.
Red Son does notice the way she looked over him, his own red face only getting more so, more candles flickering to life around them. His eyes trail over her as she moves over him, and then away, before trying to focus on her again. Hands moving to her side. There's a hesitant tentativeness to his movements. For all he can be confident and haughty, the inexperience is quite clear now. Not pulling away by any means, but hesitating while figuring out what to do.
The candles flare as she removes the leaves, eyes flicking over here and away and back again several times. "Yes, well...build up is important, supposedly?" He said. Only able to focus his gaze on her when she leans down. Letting his eyes close as he kisses her back. Breath hitching as she guides his hand, but he takes to the instruction, hand squeezing her breast, careful to not be too harsh. Then slowly rubbing, a massaging motion as he kisses her. His other hand running slow circles at her side.
She laughed into their kiss, a soft "mhmmm" of agreement rumbling from her chest. Foreplay was indeed important, and as much as she would love to rip his pants off and ride him until he couldn't see straight, she knew rushing would do no one any good - and especially not him.
The gentle massage of his fingers earned Red Son a heady moan from the dryad; lips parting mid-kiss to both exhale the noise and to slip her to tongue between his lips. Confident he understood how to grope her, at the very least, she shifted her weight and retracted her hand to cradle the column of his neck, trailing her fingertips over a muscular shoulder with another appreciative hum. Night Sky tucked one leg between his, pressed her thigh up to the apex to teasing rub against his crotch. She pulled her head back just enough to speak. "Tell me what you like - and what you don't." Embarrassing as it might have been, she needed him to vocalize what she was doing right and what she was doing wrong.
Red Son was definitely appreciating slow right now. He hated feeling out of his death and getting overwhelmed would just make it worse. This way, he could adjust and be used to it. At least he vaguely knew what he was doing with her body. There were advantages to being a shapeshifter, it was just the need to be comfortable at touching someone else like that.
The moan pulls a shaky breath from him, and he opens his mouth open for her easily, making a small, needy sound. His tongue moving against hers, still tentative, but responsive all the same. His hand lightly massaging her, before his thumb moves over her nipple in small circles. His other hand trailing up along her back, shivering as her thigh moves against him. A moan slipping out of him.
The fire flickers around them at the question. "Cutting off fair is bad," he murmured. That he knew. "I want you to bite." That he also knew. It was a strong demon instinct. "I don't mind if it hurts some."
"I'm not gonna choke you your first time." She chuckled somewhere between her breathy moans, body arched into his touch. "Or ever, if you're not into it." She had seen - could see, right then - the rings around his neck, and the thought had not even crossed her mind. This encounter was probably going to be the most vanilla one she had had in a long time which, honestly, was totally fine with her.
His next request had her cocking her head, then dipping down to brush her lips along his bare shoulder. "Want me to leave a mark?" Or several, if so desired. "And where? I can hide them, if you need me to."
"I don't...know a lot of what I want in practice. Or don't want. It was a solid no," he said, gasping as she presses closer to him. He's done things on his own, had fantasies, but those were different circumstances from having a partner. Especially since a lot of his personal fantasies were most intense during the Spring.
And during Spring was not a trustworhty judge of his wants.
There is a hard shiver at her question, breathing in sharply, a sudden flare of light from the candles. Which was all probably pretty telling on its own. "I want a mark," he said, sounding a bit breathless, his other hand moving to give attention to her other breast. Lightly pinching her nipples this time, a leg loosely hooking behind her. "Keep them lower on my neck and shoulders."
"We'll figure your other kinks out." She said, playfully nipping at the top of his shoulder. For a moment, Night Sky simply relished in the feeling of his hands on her chest, soft little moans exhaled in the form of warm breaths on his skin. Then, only once he confirmed what he wanted, did she part her lips and catch a patch of skin - right at the base of his neck where it met his shoulder - between her teeth, sucking hard enough to bruise, the twinges of pain soothed with intermittent laps of her tongue. Night Sky kept her knee wedged between his legs, encouraging him to grind down into her thigh.
Red Son knew the timing was going to be off. He skipped last year, probably because he ARRIVED in spring, so his biological clock couldn't adjust. But his clock had had more than enough time to adjust and it knew spring was here.
The sighs did come. It isn't as immediately apparent to some as to others, but the moment customers came in, he couldn't even try to put on his customer service face. Their very presence was grating on his nerves. Usually they would need to at least SPEAK first.
It took an hour for him to realize what was up, which is when he told Blake he had to go on his """vacation""" and immediately retreated to his room.
There were already supplies there. Food and water to help him keep him up.
It was....
A while longer before he messaged Sky. You should come to my room tomorrow. Inform everyone you need to that you'll be hard to reach for the next week or so.
Whatever counts as spare clothes. There's a lot of food, but if you want anything specific. Painkillers? Probably painkillers. I know you're active, but it is likely to be intense. Anything potent to put me to sleep wouldn't be remiss as a precaution. Maybe more water. I have some, but you dehydrate more.
Probably for the best to give her a day to prepare anyway. Night Sky tossed out a few texts, brewed a handful of extra strength magical plant potions to help him sleep, and dragged a barrel of water to his bedroom door the night before (a sound he probably heard before Night Sky left him alone again). She had everything set by the next morning, and was knocking on his door quietly.
Red Son overs the door, in loose fitting clothing, horns, ears, and tail already out, flicking behind him. Behind him, the bedroom is just...covered in a stupid amount of candles. So many candles. As well as boxes of food and water.
The bed, usually immaculately made is...well, not a mess, but its unconventional, with so many pillows and more blankets and animals pelts to be made extra soft and the curtains of the bed already mostly closed to give a more closed off feeling.
His eyes are focused on her, pupils pinpricks. "You sure you wish to be here?" His voice is low, rough.
Upon entering the room, Night Sky carefully set her bag of supplies down beside the door and took a good look around. He was unsurprisingly well prepared for what was likely to be a wild week - plenty of candles to burn through when his fire flared. The bed looked cozy, in her opinion, reminiscent of her own room inside the castle.
She turned to face him, eyes darting from tail to ears to horns. She smiled. "Of course, my love. I wouldn't make you suffer this alone." She replied. Night Sky had come in her usual attire of nearly nothing, leaves barely covering breasts and between her thighs; easily removed when he needed them gone. "I'm here for you, so tell me what you need."
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There is a soft sigh as her hand moves over him. His free hand moving to his jacket to undo the buttons, to make it easier for her to get her hands under his clothes. Shivering as he feels fingers in his hair, opening his mouth for her with a soft moan, tongue moving to meet hers. Fingers lightly scratching at her scalp, slowly relaxing more into her.
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Which flare briefly at her suggestion, his face getting red. He slowly nods, pulling away from her. Pulling off his jacket, letting it drop to the floor as he crawls to the head of the bed. A momentary pause before he pulls off his shirt to toss away too, before he lays back on the bed. Face burning, more candles flickering to life.
He doesn't have many scars. Likely due to his immortal body, his hands are surprisingly soft and callous free despite his work. There are some, gashes and cuts from experiments gone wrong in freeing his father, largely on his arms with only two on his torso. Nothing that looks particularly scary. Obviously the one on his face.
Then there is the scar that completely rings his neck.
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If he was observant - and she assumed he was - he would notice the way her eyes flickered across his body, her hips shifting slightly with a pulse of her own inner heat as more skin was revealed. And when he laid back, she turned so she could crawl over him, her gaze landing on the ringed scars around his neck - then quickly shifting up to his eyes. No need to try and sus out where those might be from, at least not while she was meant to be distracting from the trauma they both just suffered.
"Perfect." She said, the leaves covering her chest and between her thighs shifting away to expose her fully. "Well... almost." A pointed glance down to his pants. But they could be dealt with later. Night Sky leaned down to kiss him, a hand pressed to the sheets beside his head for balance so the other could grasp his and guide it up to her breast, fingers squeezing around his pointedly.
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The candles flare as she removes the leaves, eyes flicking over here and away and back again several times. "Yes, well...build up is important, supposedly?" He said. Only able to focus his gaze on her when she leans down. Letting his eyes close as he kisses her back. Breath hitching as she guides his hand, but he takes to the instruction, hand squeezing her breast, careful to not be too harsh. Then slowly rubbing, a massaging motion as he kisses her. His other hand running slow circles at her side.
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The gentle massage of his fingers earned Red Son a heady moan from the dryad; lips parting mid-kiss to both exhale the noise and to slip her to tongue between his lips. Confident he understood how to grope her, at the very least, she shifted her weight and retracted her hand to cradle the column of his neck, trailing her fingertips over a muscular shoulder with another appreciative hum. Night Sky tucked one leg between his, pressed her thigh up to the apex to teasing rub against his crotch. She pulled her head back just enough to speak. "Tell me what you like - and what you don't." Embarrassing as it might have been, she needed him to vocalize what she was doing right and what she was doing wrong.
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The moan pulls a shaky breath from him, and he opens his mouth open for her easily, making a small, needy sound. His tongue moving against hers, still tentative, but responsive all the same. His hand lightly massaging her, before his thumb moves over her nipple in small circles. His other hand trailing up along her back, shivering as her thigh moves against him. A moan slipping out of him.
The fire flickers around them at the question. "Cutting off fair is bad," he murmured. That he knew. "I want you to bite." That he also knew. It was a strong demon instinct. "I don't mind if it hurts some."
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His next request had her cocking her head, then dipping down to brush her lips along his bare shoulder. "Want me to leave a mark?" Or several, if so desired. "And where? I can hide them, if you need me to."
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And during Spring was not a trustworhty judge of his wants.
There is a hard shiver at her question, breathing in sharply, a sudden flare of light from the candles. Which was all probably pretty telling on its own. "I want a mark," he said, sounding a bit breathless, his other hand moving to give attention to her other breast. Lightly pinching her nipples this time, a leg loosely hooking behind her. "Keep them lower on my neck and shoulders."
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The sighs did come. It isn't as immediately apparent to some as to others, but the moment customers came in, he couldn't even try to put on his customer service face. Their very presence was grating on his nerves. Usually they would need to at least SPEAK first.
It took an hour for him to realize what was up, which is when he told Blake he had to go on his """vacation""" and immediately retreated to his room.
There were already supplies there. Food and water to help him keep him up.
It was....
A while longer before he messaged Sky. You should come to my room tomorrow. Inform everyone you need to that you'll be hard to reach for the next week or so.
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Ooooh. Right. That.
Do I need to bring anything?
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There's a lot of food, but if you want anything specific.
Painkillers? Probably painkillers. I know you're active, but it is likely to be intense.
Anything potent to put me to sleep wouldn't be remiss as a precaution.
Maybe more water. I have some, but you dehydrate more.
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I'll bring a few potions that should at least make you drowsy, if not put you to sleep outright.
I can get everything else, too. Why am I not coming over tonight?
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I'm in the nesting stage and I'll just be irate and snappy until its right.
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Cute... I'll see you tomorrow then.
Probably for the best to give her a day to prepare anyway. Night Sky tossed out a few texts, brewed a handful of extra strength magical plant potions to help him sleep, and dragged a barrel of water to his bedroom door the night before (a sound he probably heard before Night Sky left him alone again). She had everything set by the next morning, and was knocking on his door quietly.
"It's me."
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The bed, usually immaculately made is...well, not a mess, but its unconventional, with so many pillows and more blankets and animals pelts to be made extra soft and the curtains of the bed already mostly closed to give a more closed off feeling.
His eyes are focused on her, pupils pinpricks. "You sure you wish to be here?" His voice is low, rough.
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She turned to face him, eyes darting from tail to ears to horns. She smiled. "Of course, my love. I wouldn't make you suffer this alone." She replied. Night Sky had come in her usual attire of nearly nothing, leaves barely covering breasts and between her thighs; easily removed when he needed them gone. "I'm here for you, so tell me what you need."