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[ Oh shit. Same request. He absolutely loves that. Watching her come undone... he would have done this so much sooner had he known how much she'd enjoy it. He bucks harder into her, reaching a hand up and grabbing a fistful of that long blond hair, tugging it firmly with every thrust. ]

Gladly.

[ He wouldn't usually, but oh... he understands how good it can be. Having his hair pulled roughly in the act is... yes. He gets it. So he keeps his hand anchored there as he finds a much more brutal pace. ]

[ Which is exactly one of the reasons she doesn't indulge herself in it often. While Rose enjoys sex, it's still a novel concept to allow herself to truly enjoy it. To do what she wants, what feels best for her- She's so much better about it now than she used to be but it can still be difficult to ask.

When he pulls her hair back harshly like that, she can't help the moan that comes from low in her throat. He starts to fuck her harder and she vocalizes how much she loves it with each thrust, each tug. It's a beautiful string of erotic sound that she doesn't care anymore about keeping quiet.

He's so deep and it's so good and she knows she'll come in no time. But damn if she doesn't want to try and make it last when each thrust feels better than the last. She wants to be marked- Oh. That's not bad idea.]

Mark me. Show everyone where I've been, what we did.

[ Oh wow. This is really a whole other side of her that he hasn't seen and it's incredibly hot. He bucks into her with absolute abandon. He's definitely not long for this either, especially with how noisy she's being. He loves being able to hear how good he's making someone feel.

When she demands to be marked, he doesn't even hesitate. Maybe it's the lingering draconic instincts in him, or just the fact that this is absolutely some incredible sex they're having, but he immediately leans down and bites her shoulder. Not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to leave a bruise. To be sure, he keeps his mouth there and sucks, intent on leaving a nice red mark as well. ]

[ He's lucky to see it, in a way, and she might not be ready to show it again anytime soon. Rose only has the capacity for so much vulnerability and being vocal as she is definitely falls in that category. While the woman likes to know she's making her partner feel good, there's a fine line between that and giving away too much of herself. This teeters towards the latter.

When his teeth clamp to her shoulder, she's can't help the cry that she emits. Oh. Oh. Fuck, yes, that's so good. Too good, actually, because the ache of it speaks to her in ways she'd long since forgotten. It'll be tender for days to come and every time she sees it she'll think of him, of this time together-

She's doomed to come undone from that thought alone never mind the sensation of it all. Rose gives out a punched-out, ecstatic cry as her back arches up slightly and she tightens around him. White starbursts dot her vision and her whole body shudders from the pleasure that courses through it. Damn. ]

[ It will not take much but allowing himself to come, with how she's reacting. He fucks her through that harsh climax, and his own marked by a cry that is mostly drown out by hers. He stays there for a moment, catching his breath, his hand slowly releasing it's grip on her hair as he pulls out.

A kiss lands on the mark he left, and he rolls to the side, pulling her with him so he can spoon her. His chest is still heaving against her, breath warm against her neck as he pulls her in close. ]

Holy shit.

[ His hands release her hair and she's able to fall forward as a result. Trying to hold herself up anymore would be futile, really, because her limbs feel like jelly and she needs a moment to catch her own breath. It's been a while since she's allowed herself that and it almost makes her want to do it more, but- Mm.

She makes a satisfied noise at the kiss to her shoulder. When she's pulled close, there's a huff of amusement. Right. Cuddling. That's a thing he likes to do. She supposes she can indulge it. She's too tired to try and protest, really, and so she's fine with him pressing his body flush against her back.

She gives an actual laugh when he speaks that sounds all too pleased. ]

You said it, dude.

Mmm... [ Oh yeah. It's snugglin hours now, babey. ] Are you all right? That was quite the little roll we had. [ And he could still keep going if she wanted him to, hilariously. Though spooning her and gently bringing her off that way does sound very lovely... intimate, comfortable, probably everything she hates. ]

We should absolutely do this again very, very soon. I... love how you sound, when you feel that good.

[ He slides one of his hands against hers, folding their fingers together. ]

I want to make you feel that good all the time.

I am way more than all right, dude. [ Everything she pretends to hate after being conditioned to think attachment and vulnerability was the worst thing possible. It doesn't feel like the worst thing though. She's warming up to it, little by little. She might even initiate a cuddle or two eventually.

He says that though and she's glad for the fact that he's spooning her because it hides the way she turns a lovely shade of pink over it. And lacing their fingers together? Is he trying to make her spontaneously combust from too many emotions? ]

I think all the time is asking for a bit too much, even from you. [ Sometimes can be the compromise, can help her get her hopes from getting up only to be dashed again. ]

Mmmm. We'll see. I'm very powerful. [ There's a touch of humor in his lazy tone as he nuzzles against her. They should probably get cleaned up, but he's still a little blissed out right now. Breathing slow and deep, he thumbs over her hand in his, pressing the occasional little kiss to her neck or shoulders, or the mark he had left there.

He should get up....

He should. They're sticky and sweaty...

A moment later she can hear his little honk-snores behind her. ]

[ So was Charlie, she thinks, and well- That hadn't turned out so well, had it? Hm. She knows Byleth doesn't mean the same sort of power but it's hard not to draw the comparisons in her brain still.

To be fair to him though, men's orgasms tend to take a lot more out of them than women's. Or so she's been told. She doesn't mind staying a little bit sticky and sweaty; it's the sign of a fun time. The shower isn't going anywhere and, really, neither is she.

While Rose will only allow herself to doze on and off rather than truly sleep, it's still more than she's allowed herself with anyone here yet. ]

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