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[ No doubt indeed. Leaning back into him means that she can feel how hard he is and add a little bit more friction to that rock of his hips. She watches carefully the way his hands caress her breasts almost with a certain sort of care. It's like a tingly little electric shock that goes through her body at the pinch of her nipple. It's more attention than she's used to them receiving, honestly, so she doesn't mind taking the time to enjoy it.

It's her ears that are the erogenous zone for Rose. She's not sure if that's just how she's wired, wolf or not, but those hot breaths do something for her. When he takes one between his teeth, it's all goosebumps along her skin and arousal that runs right through her. It tickles just a little, too, so she can't help but give a small, squeaky delighted noise. ]

Oh, you- [ It's all she manages to say before he takes his mouth to the heat between her thighs and she has to curl her fingers in his hair to steady herself. People here sure love to go down, don't they? Not that she's complaining, it's just something she's still getting used to. Her legs part just a little to give him better access; there may be a slight shake or two in tandem with a delighted peep when he runs his tongue just right against her clit. When she thinks to look up at her image in the mirror, her face flushes at catching her own wanton gaze.

Yeah. Yeah, she's definitely into that. ]

[ Byleth sure does like going down. Call it a bit of an oral fixation, but everyone tastes different, and it's like sampling fine food in a way. Don't think about that too hard. He certainly seems to be savoring her like a good meal though, even giving a soft moan into her heat as he works his tongue around, pressing it deep into her, licking her out completely until he's apparently satisfied enough to pull away, a wet string connecting his lips to hers for a moment before he wipes his face on the back of his hand, giving a rather contented sigh.

Standing, his fingers drag up her body, never breaking contact as he steps around her again. ]

Now. I could lay down and let you ride me. [ His voice is low in her ear, hand wandering back down to tease her clit again with his fingers. ] Or I can take you on your knees.

Or... [ He reaches down and loops his arms under her thighs, spreading and lifting her all in one motion with a grunt for his effort. He's no Blaiddyd, but he's still got a well of unnatural strength that people often forget due to his lithe frame. ]

I could do it like this.

[ The enthusiasm is definitely felt. It's interesting, in a way, how genuine interest can be conveyed. Even when men did go down on her before Noctium, it never felt like something that was enjoyed like this. She has a feeling it'll only get harder to get herself over that edge after all is said and done.

But speaking of tastes, he gives just enough of one that she can't help the near disappointed sound she makes when he pulls away. His fingers are a pleasurable tether that she instinctively holds onto though as he moves. Another tease, such promises and-

The woman gives a cute, surprised peep as she's raised up. Oh. Oh. There aren't just stars in her eyes but constellations shining bright. While not at all the delicate thing most people perceive her as, she clearly does not mind being treated so. ] I'm usually all for a good ride, [ she starts, smile wide and mischievous. ] But this is definitely a new one that absolutely seems like too much fun to pass on.

Who says we can't have both? I'm not busy tonight.

[ But this is definitely the place to start, and he seems to have no problem holding her up like this, either. Carefully, he lowers her just enough to get everything lined up. She's plenty wet now, and when the tip of his cock slips against her sex he groans at the sensation. It does take some maneuvering, but at last, he slips inside with a soft gasp. Eyes slip shut as he breathes against her ear for a moment, finally starting to move in slow, deep thrusts. ]

Ah... Rosie. You feel so good. [ He's always one to dole out praise, but from the way he almost slurs it, he's very much earnest. ]

[ Oh. Well, she's not going to argue with that. Rose is honestly more insatiable than she likes to let on. Going multiple rounds isn't for everyone and she never wants to push but... If Byleth is able to continue after this, then who is she to complain?

She is soaking, honestly, if only because such displays of strength are- Look, they do a lot for her. For all she prefers to be a lover and not a fighter, there's something so attractive to those that could over-power her. At least, when it comes to sex. The woman enjoys control more than she lets on but also can't deny that someone else taking the charge isn't hot as fuck.

She tethers to him where she can and nails dig into his skin as he sinks into her. The woman rests her forehead against him and moans beautifully at the depth of his thrusts. ] Fuck, [ she can't help but let out. Unlady-like, she knows, but she hardly cares when it feels so damn good to be held up and fucked like this. ] I could say the same.

[ Rosie is definitely in for a treat re: Byleth's stamina. He moves into her, rocking his hips forward and up, leaning back slightly so he can support some of her weight with his chest. With her leaned back on his shoulder, it makes it very easy to turn his head to kiss her. He devours her mouth just as eagerly as he had on his knees, tongue delving in to find hers.

When they part again, it's so that he can nudge her to watch that mirror. Leaned back at this angle, it gives her the perfect view of everything- how it looks when he presses his cock in with every thrust, how she's spread wide with nothing left to the imagination.

For his part, he doesn't bother holding back his moans- this is very nice. To hell with being quiet, he wants her to hear how good she's making him feel. ]

[ That she is. It isn't often that she's with partners who can truly satisfy. While it would probably be easier with other demons, well- There's a reason she sticks to humans and human-evolved supernatural.

She bows into the lean easily and especially when it means kisses like that. Another thing that Rose is more into than she'd like to let on: kissing. It's so simple but does so much to get her riled up. Perhaps it was due to the fact that she often wasn't allowed, wasn't supposed to, wasn't enough- Of course, it's harder to believe that she isn't enough when he's enjoying himself so obviously.

She can see it in his reflection. Their reflection. She can see everything, which is... It's easier to look at herself like this, she thinks, beautiful in the way that she's tried to forge for herself. Each thrust that's just right draws a beautiful sound from her like a song sung just for him. ]

I- [ Thoughts are harder to articulate the more pleasure casts a haze over everything. ] I'm- This is- So hot.

[ If there was any question as to if Byleth is fully enjoying this, the look on his face and the sounds he's making should be plenty. He fumbles, hooking one of her legs into the crook of his arm so he can reach around and press his fingers to her clit. He has no form of dexterity like this, but he lets their movement do the work for him. ]

Fuck... Rosie- Rosie!

[ He comes so much sooner than he expected, his thrusts becoming erratic and halting as he rides it out, still trying to buck into her as much as he can. A broken moan slipping out as he finishes. He only stops for a few seconds, panting to gather himself... and then. Surprise! He's already back at it again with the same enthusiasm and fervor as before. ]

[ Awkward as the angle might be, that doesn't make it any less sensual somehow. It means his fingers applying pressure against her clit; while they follow the rhythm of their bodies in rubbing against her, it sends an enjoyable rush of sensation through her each time.

She's so close but he's apparently closer. He cries out like that and that actually almost takes her over the edge but not quite. Rose does so love how eager people are to come in her, honestly, but that's another kink to explore eventually. She's not disappointed, really, it's just- Wait.

The woman gives a surprised squeak at him perking right back up and picking up where he'd left off. Impressive. That squeak raises an octave or two before she's following him shortly. Her body goes taut as she moans loud but low. It recedes gradually but he's still going and while more sensitive, it only adds to the new level of pleasure. ]

K-kami, [ is all she can say about it all. When she slips into Japanese is when her partner knows it's good. ]

[ He does slow for a moment after she comes, and then gradually he pulls out. He's not done though. No, not from the way she started moaning again. He's just changing position. She did mention she likes riding, right? He's all too eager to sit down and lean back for her, coaxing her into his lap and right back on. He makes sure she's facing that mirror though. This way it's easier to kiss her too, which he's taking full advantage of, pressing clumsy open-mouth kisses up her neck, lips and ears, anywhere he can easily reach as he picks up his pace again.

This is nice. It lets him get in so much deeper, allows him to move his hips better too. He can wrap his arms around her as well, and that makes it far more intimate for him. He likes being close. He likes cuddling. For as vanilla as that is, it also seems to really do it for him, because that's just the kind of person he is. It's evident the way his voice gets louder, panting raggedly against her. ]

[ Aw, he remembered. Rose isn't used to people really taking mind of her preferences. A lot of the time, they get lost in the shuffle or just overlooked. It's always been fine like that, she told herself. But Noctium and its people are spoiling her in ways she hadn't expected. While it can't ruin things back home for her since there is no home to go back to, well- It definitely makes it harder to settle for less than when she now knows what she could have had all along.

There's a laugh as he sits down and back like that with her atop him. It gives way for more sensual sounds of delight quickly enough though at those kisses. While she can agree that kissing is nice, well- She glances up at the mirror to catch his arms roping around her and she... Rose hates the way it makes her heart skip a beat to be treated so tenderly. More than that, she hates that even with a man she supposedly loved she can't remember feeling precious or desired quite like this.

She tries not to dwell on it though as she rolls her hips with more focus and effort.
Rose is harsh in contrast to his softness but it makes for an interesting balance to be struck that seems to please them both. The blond finds the perfect rhythm to the rise and fall of her hips against his thrusts and- Oh. It hits her unexpectedly, this time, as her toes curl and body shakes; the woman digs her nails into the skin of his chest as she cries out louder this time and flops down against him to be held. It's just- Look, it's just the jelly limbs.

That's it. ]

[ Ahh, he likes those nails leaving welts on his chest very much. He likes the way he feels her tense against him, tremble as she comes for him. He doesn't stop the moan that comes just at seeing it happen, feeling her like that.

He doesn't take much time to follow her after she flops against him, he slows his movements to shallow thrusts and in a minute he's tilting his head back, the arm around her squeezing. It's a far more gentle finish than before, a series of breathy gasps as he spills into her again, mouth against her ear. When he stills at last, he takes a moment to breathe, fingers tracing lazy lines over her body, pinging at that post-orgasm sensitivity.

Eventually, one hand moves up to hold the back of her head so he can turn and kiss her jaw firmly. ]

Mmmm...

[ No need for words right now. He just listens to her pulse slowing down as they breathe together, how their skin sticks in spots, and how he can feel himself still warm and snug inside her. ]

[ She'll remember that. Rose tries not to mark her partners, generally, because she knows that she's often not the one they actually want. In Charlie's case, he just... He couldn't be seen with marks since their bodies weren't theirs; or, at least, his wasn't hers exclusively and he had to keep up appearances.

It wasn't the same the other way around, which she's starting to think might have been a little fucked. At the time, she didn't question it.

It's easy though to lose herself and forget about it, at least for a while, when she can feel the warmth of him spending inside her again and the way those gasps of his tickle hot against her ear. Then, he's pressing his lips to her chin with force and she finds she likes it more than she wants to admit. She might even kiss him, maybe, don't make a big deal about it or anything. She keeps going to glance up at their reflections though and enjoying the satisfaction that both of them display in their own ways. ]

[ Byleth isn't shy about touching her, letting his hands map out every curve and dip. It's bordering on body worship, the reverent way he guides his touch, kisses her. Just enjoying the closeness and the warmth. He's content to settle into a firm, secure hold on her, resting his forehead down into the crook of her shoulder and neck. ]

Oh... that was wonderful.

[ he's still inside her, but he's reluctant to pull out just yet. ]

Hmm. Are you all tired out yet? Or do you want to play with me a little more?

[ Hm. It's different, but she doesn't dislike it. Most people back home only seemed to care about what they wanted; once the fun was done, there was no thanks or interest in her anymore. Of course, it often worked the same way on her end. As soon as she got whatever information Charlie needed, it was back to him and her bedmate back to their actual relationship. ]

You're telling me, [ she has to agree. ] Don't think many people before here could have lifted me up like that. [ Well, maybe a werewolf. Mmm. Werewolves.

Wait, no, focus- ]

But I'm always down for more. It's usually others who can't keep up with me.

I don't know. I think plenty of the people from Fodlan could... we're all a bit stronger than we appear.

[ Her enthusiasm is charming, and he finally does move, giving a soft groan as he slips out. ]

Well. That sounds like a challenge.

[ That does seem to be the running theme, doesn't it? She supposes that war would breed warriors though. Or it's possible they aren't quite as human as they seem.

Rose feels him pull out of her and the way warmth leaks between her legs. Mm, that's nice. It always is. ]

It absolutely is. You up for it?

Very.

[ He stands, picking her up with him so he can deposit her on the bed this time. Far more comfortable. He does take a moment to adjust the mirror though, so she can still watch before flopping down himself. ]

I actually have a request this time. If you aren't opposed- [ He's settling onto his back, one hand idly tracing fingers along her bare thigh. ]

Sit here. On my mouth. I want to taste you again.

[ A real chad move, Byleth. ]

[ A man up for the challenge is always a winner in her book.

The mirror is an important attention to detail that she respects. She does like looking, even if so far it's just to appreciate the view of him rather than her; even like this, she'd rather look at the bigger picture than focus solely on herself. ]

Ohh, commanding. I like it. [ It's okay, Byleth, she was used to dudebros so he's hardly even being impolite by those standards. He's a downright gentleman in her eyes for even indulging in such a thing. ] You got it.

[ She is, if nothing else, enthusiastic. Rose is also selfish and while she could offer to return the favor, well- Let's just say she's trying to make up for lost time in the 'men going down on her' department. The tiny blond moves her way up to straddle his face between her thighs gently and let him have what he wants. What they both want. ]

[ Is he commanding? Maybe... but he knows what he wants here, and that is for her to sit on his face. Hands move along her thighs as she gets into position for him. Swallowing, licking his lips as he kneads her hips before pulling her down onto his mouth. This allows a much easier meal, as it were. So much better to be able to get at what he wants, and he can do this far longer than if he were on his knees.

He certainly does take a leisurely pace, too. Kissing and very gently sucking his way over her sex. This also makes it easier to press his tongue inside, at least as far as he can, which he's taking full advantage of.

His soft moans are evidence that he's really enjoying it, too. Something about submitting- serving like this. Being the vehicle for the pleasure of someone else. He loves it, and his eyes slide shut with pleasure. ]

[ While she's still new to this whole facesitting thing, it's quickly becoming a favorite position of hers. It helped, she supposes, that her first experience with it had set the bar pretty high. Byleth is keeping that quality going though. When his tongue presses up into the heat of her sex, she can't help the squeaky, pleased noise that escapes her at the sensation.

She's careful not to tighten her thighs too tight though as she wriggles. While tiny, she absolutely can crush a man's head like sparrow's egg between them. What she does end up doing though is tangling one hand in his hair and the other presses forward against the wall (or headboard or whatever surface she can) to keep herself more firmly situated.

Since the blond is still sensitive from before, it doesn't take long before she can feel that familiar tension coil in her belly and cause her to point her toes back just a touch. ] Gods, I'm already- [ That's more to herself than to him. While she wants this sensation to last, she doesn't know how long she can hold out. He'll also need to breathe, eventually, unless he's like Claude who seemed to enjoy practically suffocating. A shame she never got to do more with that. ]

[ As a matter of fact, Byleth is quite fond of the rough treatment as well. So you know... fuck breathing. His hands on her hips start to pull her, encouraging her to roll them against his mouth, ride him like this. It's probably something to do with being of service like this- he loves to be useful.

Yes. The sync between them sparks to life again with his voice. Yes. Yes, please come for me. I want this. I love this. Pull my hair.

All right so maybe he's VERY into this. Judging by the hazy look in his eyes, too. ]

[ The hint of Synchrony surprises her a little. But like Claude and her had tested, she doesn't feel much emotion or that she's giving him anything besides lust. Want. Desire. She can handle that. While he can't actually speak, his non-verbal messages are heard loud and clear.

She does grind her hips just a little at the encouragement so he can devour her how he wants to. There's a stronger pull to that minty head of hair of his and her eyelashes flutter as she moans. ] Fuck, Byleth- [ She's done for swiftly after that with a tightening of her thighs against him - not harsh, thankfully - and a screamed squeaky sound. This time, white spots dot her vision from the way orgasm shakes her. She's seen more stars here in Noctium, she thinks, than she ever has in her life- That's not a complaint, of course, just an observation.

She knows she needs to move so he can get some air but it's hard to when her limbs feel like jelly. ]

[ The orgasm comes through the sync as bright pleasure, and Byleth can feel more precum drip onto his own belly as she rides his mouth to the end. He'll never get tired of seeing that. Hearing his name said like that and knowing that he brought that pleasure.

He rubs his hands firmly along her thighs, working out the last dregs of shivers from her. ]

Oh... oh I- ah... hm. [ Congrats, Rosie. You left him lacking words for a good minute. He just wipes his face off on his arm and catches his breath. ]

You... pick the next one.

[ His own pleasure bleeds through, a bit, the satisfaction of a job well done. And it was, she has to admit, as she shudders slightly from all the little tingly aftershocks. Mm, nice.

She finally manages to peel her thighs away from his head with a laugh as she bounces onto the bed next to him. Whereas he needs to catch his breath, she seems to be more energetic. It's just that second (or third?) wind hitting her. The woman rolls onto her stomach, bending her legs up towards her briefly as a small stretch before letting them fall back down to the bed below. ]

Well, I don't get to do this one often but- You've seen my scars now so, hey, why the hell not. Wanna' hit it from behind?

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