awakenerd | Aurora - Rean Heart

I could get used to hearing you say my name like that.

[It makes her that much more determined to do well. What she lacks in experience, she'll have to make up for elsewhere. And whether she admits it or not, she's always worked hard hoping to please others.

She strokes the base, while her tongue dips out to taste him, testing different pressures, different areas-- looking up at him and watching him watch her so she can take in every expression.

And so she can let him have a little taste of his own wish.

Only instead of her own pleasure he's watching, it's seeing her face as she enjoys pleasuring him.]

His fingers curl against the sheets and he holds still as she plays with him. Of course his cock twitches in her hands with interest but the rest of him is as perfectly stationary as possible, letting her do as she wishes without interference.

Save for lifting one hand to gently and encouragingly pet through her hair. Not really trying to distract her, just needing to touch her a little as he watches what a wonderful picture she makes. It's how she's having fun even more than any of the rest that has him completely unable to look away.

"I'll say your name as much as you want."

His voice is hushed, hitched with pleasure. And he responds, carefully, to her exploring touches.

"Right there is good... A little higher... You can use more pressure--not too much... That feels... incredible..."

Well aware that feedback is important but having a hard time keeping his voice remotely steady.

Mmm... like... this?

[With his cues to guide her, she starts to feel a little more confident. She hums softly against him. The hand in her hair feels nice. It would even be nice if she could push him to his limits and make him grip her a bit tighter.

Every hitch and waver in his voice is beautiful music to her ears. But she has a long way to go yet before she's satisfied.

Slowly she explores her way to the top, eyes locked with his as she pushes her lips down over the tip; lightly sucking and swirling her tongue over him.]

"Y-yeah..."

He's a bit breathless by this point, still stroking her hair slowly but way more focused on what she's doing. For some indiscernible reason?

"Oh."

It's just a soft sound escaping him as her lips slide over and down and her tongue joins in and he's definitely not breathing for a second. When he does remember he needs air, his breath hitches on the inhale, and his fingers tangle into her hair and still. Voice strained.

"That's... good."

[Hearing his praise, she starts to take more, pushing herself to take him all the way to the back of her throat. Determined to have all of him, she forces her throat to relax until her lips are firmly wrapped around the lowest part of him.

Her lips tighten around him, rocking her head slowly at first with her tongue right up alongside him for each movement.

It probably wouldn’t be as easy if it weren’t this place, so she’s going to make sure to push her limits now, where she has the opportunity to. The pace is slow and seductive at first, with her taking her time to really feel him up with the different parts of her mouth.]

He's completely enraptured, soft noises escaping him as she works her mouth further, but he's gone otherwise totally still, barely breathing.

"T-Towa..."

His voice is soft, reverential. He's watching her without blinking, completely caught by how she looks and the concentration she's giving this, let alone how good she feels. He can't really look elsewhere even if he wanted to, which he definitely doesn't.

She can't really respond he knows, but he's sort of choked on being able to get anything else out so they're almost even there.

[She might not be able to offer him words, but she can offer him feelings. The happiness and pride she feels at hearing him barely able to breathe, repeating her name in a tone that makes her feel like the most wonderful, luckiest girl in the world.

Slowly, she picks up her pace, less teasing and more aggressively seeking to pleasure him. In her hand she gently gropes and fondles his balls in one hand while the other lovingly strokes the inside of his thigh, leaving everything else to her mouth.]

He's pretty sure if anyone is lucky here it is definitely him.

Not that he can say that when her every action is making him gasp little strangled moans, breathing uneven and hitched as he keeps himself still but grips the sheets hard. His hand in her hair also tightening just a little, but not restricting her.

"Goddess--Towa that feels so good..."

He manages to get that out, after a moan, biting at his lower lip as she keeps getting more aggressive. How is anyone expected to weather this kind of storm? He feels swept away.

[It isn’t meant to be weathered and she doesn’t want to. As much as he did, she wants to see him let loose with her.

She continues to use her feelings to convey the words she can’t say— how hot it was to hear him moaning for her, how turned on she was just from doing this to him, and how much she wanted him to come for her.

It’s only going to get more intense; her tongue and lips pressing in on the sensitive spots he slowed her, never letting up for an instant.]

"Towa--"

He gasps her name, fingers clenching and loosing in her hair, but she's really--well what did he expect? What he does remember of her she's always been incredibly talented and hard working at anything she applies herself to. Why on earth would this be different.

"Towa... That's really good. You're--going to make me..."

He still holds still, not wanting to choke her on accident with a careless movement, but it's incredibly hard... In many ways, as it were. And he's getting so close with her relentless assault.

[In her heart she tells him it’s okay, don’t hold back. The warning just makes her want it more. There is not a single doubt in her mind— she trusts him with her entire being, not just her heart but her body too. Both of her hands grip his thighs, gently yet possessively scratching at the top level of his skin as she pushes herself to finish strong.

Towa only ever intended for him to finish inside of her. She’s greedy in that way— she wants that part of him inside of her.]

He cannot at all resist the way she wants it, looks at him with those eyes and pushes for it physically too. He moans, gripping her hair a little hard as he tries to get out one more warning;

"Towa, I'm--"

But he already is, hard and pulsing as he comes with a wrenched gasp, eyes finally closing as the pleasure crashes through him, opening them again a moment later because he doesn't want to miss anything.

[Almost at the same time as the warning, he starts filling her mouth and everything; from the strong taste to the way he throbs inside of her is one hundred percent him, and she swallows it down greedily. The grip on his thighs turn to gentle, soothing strokes as she licks him clean, every last drop.

The look on her face is a mixture of something lewd and something really sweet. Her eyes shine with lust and love in equal measures, desire and longing all the same.]

He watches her for a moment, breathless for a lot of reasons. But then he pulls out of her mouth leans down and cups her face to kiss her, not too hard but incredibly fiercely.

[Under most circumstances she finds it difficult to keep herself steady against such an intense gaze. In this moment though, she finds it impossible to look away from it-- from him. As he leans down, she leans up to meet him eagerly.]

He wraps his arms around her, once he's got her locked in a kiss. He breaks it briefly, gently pulls her up and into his lap with an easy movement, and then goes back to kissing her because he really needs to be doing that exact thing right now.

[Towa sits with her knees firmly snuggled up to him on both sides as she wraps her arms around his neck and melts into the kisses, needing them just as badly as he did. It feels so good to be this close to him, holding him and fitting this well up against him.]

His arms loop around her and for a moment this is all, just kissing her, holding her against him, enjoying the warmth of her mouth and her body. Her almost fully naked and pressed against him so every point of contact feels extra warm.

[It certainly warms her right up, with almost nothing between them now just the way she wanted. There are so many things she wants, but kissing Rean right now feels like the most important.]

This is very important. But he's sliding his hands up her back to unclasp her bra, tug it off gently.

[She brings her arms back from around him so he can properly slide it off her. There's no denying her face is red, both from the kisses and the idea of being naked in front of him. There are butterflies in her stomach, but they're-- good. It's good. She doesn't feel afraid of him seeing her like this.]

Once he's got her shirtless he admires her a moment, leaning back from the kiss.

"I keep saying it but... You really are beautiful."

He's not done but he will drop her bra and cup he breasts, leaning in to gently suck on one, tongue circling her nipple.

[As much as she’s longed for someone— him to look at her like this, she never expected it. Every time he says it, there’s a swell of happiness. What she thinks doesn’t matter if Rean thinks she’s beautiful. It probably doesn’t need to be said, however—]

It makes me really happy to hear you say that...

[Towa gasps as his mouth captures one of her nipples, the soft, sensitive flesh hardening quickly as she moans and arches her back.]

Aurora - Rean Heart

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