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.
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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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