Being at someone else's mercy is something he'll never quite get used to. Strange how going down on one's bed partner should look like one is submitting to the other when in truth they hold the power and control the pace, as Irhya does now.
He can't hide his heavier breathing nor the way his shaft swells and grows flush under her care. He itches with the desire to hold her, feel the friction of her slimmer body riding against his. Her hands just aren't enough. His gaze settles on her rigid tail and an idea comes to him. Leaning over carefully, he strokes down her back as one might an actual cat, running from her shoulder blades to the very end of her backbone where spine and tail meet. Should she respond favourably, he will repeat the motion several more times.
The gesture makes her tail point upward, curving towards him, and causes her to shiver involuntarily, rippling outward from her shoulders. He must know she loves that by now, as undignified as it is to admit. She doesn't break from her position, but she does moan into his shaft and let a breath out through her nose as he strokes her.
It encourages her to pick up the pace as she pushes in a little further, taking him as deep as she can and then coming up with a juicy pop, using her hands for added stimulation. True, she could take her time with this, but a part of her also just wants to get it out of her system -- and the other, more impulsive part of her is too disinclined to waiting to even try.
Sucking in a sharp breath, his knees spread a little further and he leans back on one hand. Ripples of heat flush through his skin and his body quivers as though held taut by wire.
"Did you wish to taste me or simply sample me?" he asks breathlessly. A more intense frisson crawls up his spine as her hands take over working his arousal. "Shall I tend to you for a time now?"
"You can't possibly mean to tell me you're tired of a blowjob," she says after letting him go, climbing into his lap to graze her lips against his neck. "But all right, I'll let you off easy this time."
The fine fur at the tips of her ears tickles the skin under his jaw as she starts working on shrugging some layers off without pulling too far away from him. The first to go is her skirt, of course, followed by her blazer. She only gets to the top two buttons on the shirt underneath before she feels overwhelmingly compelled to kiss at his neck, threading both hands into his hair from behind. But he's perfectly capable of finishing the job, she's sure.
"Of course not," he protests. But he helps her disrobe, taking over the buttons on her blazer once she starts nuzzling and kissing his throat. He would have liked her to continue, but being left wanting has its own edge. And if he remembers rightly...she enjoys him wanting her.
He doesn't go immediately for the warmth between her legs though. He helps settle her more securely on his lap, lips brushing over her ear tips, palming her breasts. And then his fingers make their lazy way to her crotch, skirting the outer edges of the vulva and rubbing gently to stimulate her before actually making contact.
"I want you, Irhya," he murmurs. "How would you like to have me...?"
She rumbles deep within her chest, keeping her hands busy with tugging on his hair, just enough to seem wanting. And it's not really an act, either, because hearing that out of his mouth has her feeling the pulse from within, a hard beat of need pressing at her.
"Like this is fine," she decides after a moment, brushing a thumb over a sunken cheek. "I want to see you." Her tail perks with the attention between her thighs, and she opens a little wider, obligingly.
He can't help lifting his eyebrows at her in mild surprise. Of those he takes to bed, she has largely preferred a little variety in the bedroom.
"That's all? Well, far be it for me to object..."
He takes advantage of the closeness to kiss her again, tasting her lips, her mouth, her tongue if she'll let him. All the while his fingers carefully work between her thighs. The other hand comes up to help support her back.
"A pity I have to use my own hands now," he murmurs huskily. "I did enjoy seeing you writhe at the table."
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I'm glad you edited cause I didn't get the notif HA
"You just can't cheat anymore," she breathes against his lips with a grin, purposely leaving out the fact that she totally enjoyed it -- he knows, surely. Her shoulders tremble with anticipation, hips trying to grind down on his fingers as her mind starts to blur.
After another kiss, she licks at his lips playfully and adds, "I think I want to keep it simple this time. Just... love me like you mean it for a little while, yeah?" Her forehead meets his, and she breathes out a slow stream of air. "Gods know it's not coming from anywhere else."
"Cheating, was it? Cheating to use all the limbs I had at my disposal?" He rubs a little faster - faster but not harder, he recalls. "Those were as much a part of me as my hands are. I don't hear you complaining about those right now. Unless..."
He abruptly stops, drawing his fingers away with a wicked smirk.
Suddenly, he stops, takes his hand away, and Irhya's head snaps up. "Wh-- I was just--"
The look on her face, at least at first, is priceless: pure unadulterated humiliation. There is a sinking feeling in her stomach, and not only from the sudden lack of stimulation; she squints at him dubiously.
"Nothing. Besides the look on your face," he says, holding the expression even though he's wondering if he made a misstep somewhere. He gently starts to rub her again. "I do feel...restricted in this body, however. Too much mass inside a smaller frame. Being able to pleasure you with those tendrils was quite freeing."
Slowly, she comes to match his expression, taking a moment to think on his comment. Her voice is slightly strained. "I can imagine... It must feel limiting. For Hythlodaeus, too."
Though she can't exactly comment much more than that, seeing as she has no idea how the ancients handled sex. Burying her nose into his shoulder, she drags a hand down his back. "Well... we can get creative." A smile he can feel against his skin. "It doesn't mean there isn't still fun to be had."
He would like to describe for her how it feels to plumb the depths of not only a partner's body but their very soul, but words are hardly adequate. It is an intimacy which goes beyond bare skin. A joining of two minds, hearts, and bodies.
...Well, it isn't as though he had ever fully experienced that either, to be frank. But he can imagine it.
He kisses her cheek, murmuring, "Indeed. And I am yours for today. First, I shall love you. Then...we shall see."
This time when he removes his fingers, it's to bring her down to the bed. He kisses her roughly as he fumbles for the condom packet.
She makes an approving noise, then tumbles with him, luxuriating in the kiss for as long as she can while he gropes around for the packet. Even if it's just temporary for now, it's good enough. They have time... right?
As Irhya draws away, she glances at the packet in his hand, watching. "Is it supposed to roll on?" she asks with a brief look at him, sounding genuinely interested. Perhaps this is an idea worth taking back to Eorzea, if they're lucky... Gods, but think of all the things they could prevent.
"Yes." He manages to rip it open and pulls away briefly to roll it over his erect shaft, showing the thing to be much longer than it looks within the packet. He starts to reach over to apply some lubricant on the outside when a thought occurs to him.
"Would you like to help me?" he asks with a slight smirk on his face as he gestures to the bottle on the side table.
She watches with keen curiosity, having never seen one before. A glance up at him, and a smile in response; Irhya leans over and pumps some lubricant onto her hand, taking a moment to warm it in her palm and then slicking him up and down. It's odd; it feels thin enough that it could tear at any moment, but is also much stronger than it looks. The gel is slippery against the rubber, enough that she has to wonder if there's some sort of coating to it that increases the effect.
The gears in her mind whirring, she ends up so distracted that she keeps stroking him long beyond what's necessary, then picks her head up once she catches herself and flushes.
"It's not tight or anything, is it?" she can't help but ask, still bearing unanswered questions about how it works.
He isn't sure whether to tell her to stop once it becomes clear the rubber surface is thoroughly slicked down. She seems fascinated by it, so he swallows back his words and counts the breaths he takes. In...and out.
Eventually she finally comes back to herself and he chuckles, running his thumb over a furred ear.
"No. But nor should it be loose, for that would defeat the purpose of wearing it in the first place," he says. He presses a kiss to her forehead and gently presses her to the bed once more, shifting closer. "It dulls physical sensation for me, but 'tis a small price to pay for not getting you with child. I know not whether we remain sterile after living in that godless city."
Irhya hums, her eyes darting away for a moment. "I... guess it's not a tragedy either way. But better to err on the side of caution, I suppose." She shifts under him so she's in a comfortable position, lifting her knees when she's satisfied. Her hands clasp around his neck as she leans forward a little to increase the tension.
Just laying there and taking it is never quite enough; she'll always want to be doing something, either to please her partner or occupy her hands. Or both, ideally. She gives him a coy look and says, "Well, if you're ready, I am too."
He wonders a bit at her response. Is she implying--? No, such questions can wait until later. He allows his lips to curve into a smile before leaning in to kiss her softly. The head of his cock presses between her outer folds then slowly pushes in. As he expects, the condom is a minor annoyance, but he shoves the feeling aside as best he can and starts to rock into her.
He does love her, he tells himself as heat builds pleasantly in his groin. It's no grand love as they tell in stories, but it is love. Accordingly, he makes sure to be attentive to her enjoyment.
She reciprocates, leisurely and sweet, stroking a hand down his back with the slight drag of fingernails. While normally she's the type to want it fast and hard, sometimes taking it slow is worth doing to fill a certain need she can't otherwise. Humming into his lips, her tail curls at the tip, and she tilts her hips up further, licking her first two fingers to then rub at her clit.
"Push my knees back," she whispers to him, hoping the change in tension will help her get off a bit faster. "Please..."
He lays his hands on her knees and pushes them back gently, trusting that she knows her own body better than he does. There's a muted groan from him at the slight change in how he slides inside her, warm, heavy breath ghosting faintly across her bare skin. He drives into her a little harder, a little faster. He wants this to build gradually so that it feels all the sweeter at the end.
He can't count the number of times he's taken his time in bed with another man or woman like this, but it's still far, far fewer compared those for whom he's only pretended to feel affection. It will never not fill him with immense regret. All that lost time, lost loves, lost lives. He has only ever wanted two people by his side and he's fortunate to have one of them here. The other...
The other is a shadow of that lovely, familiar soul. One he is growing to love in its own way.
"Irhya..." Swallowing thickly, he leans down and murmurs, "I want you to know...that I trust you."
Her pelvic floor flexing, Irhya places her hands on his cheeks, breathing a little quicker than before. Most people wouldn't trust someone whose entire scheme was built on lying to other people in order to stoke fires of their own making. Untempering wouldn't, doesn't change the fact he still brought seven entire worlds and hundreds of millions of lives to their deaths.
Truth be told, she doesn't fully trust he won't still try to overwrite what she worked so hard for, not even after expressing her disappointment in it. But she trusts that he will do what he thinks is right, and for that much she cannot fault him. Not when he comes from such a different place in terms of perspective.
"I'm glad," she remarks with a hint of wonder. Perhaps they're finally getting somewhere in terms of seeing her as her current self, not as someone she used to be and will never be again. Then, with a smile that is slightly raw, "I have ever aspired to be one of the people you were loyal to."
"'Loyal'..." he repeats slowly, as if testing the word. As if savouring it. He covers one of her hands as his gaze lingers upon her face. "If you would accept me," he says thickly, "then I-- yes."
It would be impossible for him to forget who they once were. He can see their spirit in parts of them, in their habits, their gestures, their resolve. But funnily enough, without his Sight he can see her properly for once. She slowly becomes less 'Azem' and more 'Irhya'.
Offering her a faint, wry smile of his own, he picks up the pace.
Even as she grapples for purchase at his back, she's grinning, very pleased by this turn of events. If he can finally start to separate Azem from the people that bear pieces of their soul, it's a great relief for her, to no longer have to worry about him confusing the two. And it's also an indicator that maybe, just maybe, he's more willing to move on from the past now that his whole life isn't so firmly anchored in it...
Still using one hand to rub at herself, Irhya hooks her other arm under his, dragging her fingers through the back of his hair and pulling lightly on the longer locks near the top. It occurs to her dimly that he might look nice with long hair, but the thought doesn't remain for long when she's too busy trying to pleasure the both of them.
"I'm glad," she repeats, and it's more encompassing this time, an expression of contentedness. It's all she can really get out right now, but it sums up her feelings well enough.
Exhaling quietly, he feels his heartbeat quicken. Her fingers only tug lightly at his hair but it pulls his head back a little to expose some of his throat. With increasingly laboured breaths, he drives himself against her feverishly. Heat and tension coil in his loins, faster now knowing that she reciprocates how he feels. It doesn't take much longer for him to reach his peak.
The orgasm shudders out of him in waves, rocking him into her until he's spent. He slumps over her as the tremors ease, propped up by his elbows to avoid crushing her beneath his weight.
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He can't hide his heavier breathing nor the way his shaft swells and grows flush under her care. He itches with the desire to hold her, feel the friction of her slimmer body riding against his. Her hands just aren't enough. His gaze settles on her rigid tail and an idea comes to him. Leaning over carefully, he strokes down her back as one might an actual cat, running from her shoulder blades to the very end of her backbone where spine and tail meet. Should she respond favourably, he will repeat the motion several more times.
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It encourages her to pick up the pace as she pushes in a little further, taking him as deep as she can and then coming up with a juicy pop, using her hands for added stimulation. True, she could take her time with this, but a part of her also just wants to get it out of her system -- and the other, more impulsive part of her is too disinclined to waiting to even try.
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"Did you wish to taste me or simply sample me?" he asks breathlessly. A more intense frisson crawls up his spine as her hands take over working his arousal. "Shall I tend to you for a time now?"
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The fine fur at the tips of her ears tickles the skin under his jaw as she starts working on shrugging some layers off without pulling too far away from him. The first to go is her skirt, of course, followed by her blazer. She only gets to the top two buttons on the shirt underneath before she feels overwhelmingly compelled to kiss at his neck, threading both hands into his hair from behind. But he's perfectly capable of finishing the job, she's sure.
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He doesn't go immediately for the warmth between her legs though. He helps settle her more securely on his lap, lips brushing over her ear tips, palming her breasts. And then his fingers make their lazy way to her crotch, skirting the outer edges of the vulva and rubbing gently to stimulate her before actually making contact.
"I want you, Irhya," he murmurs. "How would you like to have me...?"
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"Like this is fine," she decides after a moment, brushing a thumb over a sunken cheek. "I want to see you." Her tail perks with the attention between her thighs, and she opens a little wider, obligingly.
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"That's all? Well, far be it for me to object..."
He takes advantage of the closeness to kiss her again, tasting her lips, her mouth, her tongue if she'll let him. All the while his fingers carefully work between her thighs. The other hand comes up to help support her back.
"A pity I have to use my own hands now," he murmurs huskily. "I did enjoy seeing you writhe at the table."
I'm glad you edited cause I didn't get the notif HA
After another kiss, she licks at his lips playfully and adds, "I think I want to keep it simple this time. Just... love me like you mean it for a little while, yeah?" Her forehead meets his, and she breathes out a slow stream of air. "Gods know it's not coming from anywhere else."
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He abruptly stops, drawing his fingers away with a wicked smirk.
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The look on her face, at least at first, is priceless: pure unadulterated humiliation. There is a sinking feeling in her stomach, and not only from the sudden lack of stimulation; she squints at him dubiously.
"...All right, what do you want."
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Though she can't exactly comment much more than that, seeing as she has no idea how the ancients handled sex. Burying her nose into his shoulder, she drags a hand down his back. "Well... we can get creative." A smile he can feel against his skin. "It doesn't mean there isn't still fun to be had."
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...Well, it isn't as though he had ever fully experienced that either, to be frank. But he can imagine it.
He kisses her cheek, murmuring, "Indeed. And I am yours for today. First, I shall love you. Then...we shall see."
This time when he removes his fingers, it's to bring her down to the bed. He kisses her roughly as he fumbles for the condom packet.
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As Irhya draws away, she glances at the packet in his hand, watching. "Is it supposed to roll on?" she asks with a brief look at him, sounding genuinely interested. Perhaps this is an idea worth taking back to Eorzea, if they're lucky... Gods, but think of all the things they could prevent.
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"Would you like to help me?" he asks with a slight smirk on his face as he gestures to the bottle on the side table.
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The gears in her mind whirring, she ends up so distracted that she keeps stroking him long beyond what's necessary, then picks her head up once she catches herself and flushes.
"It's not tight or anything, is it?" she can't help but ask, still bearing unanswered questions about how it works.
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Eventually she finally comes back to herself and he chuckles, running his thumb over a furred ear.
"No. But nor should it be loose, for that would defeat the purpose of wearing it in the first place," he says. He presses a kiss to her forehead and gently presses her to the bed once more, shifting closer. "It dulls physical sensation for me, but 'tis a small price to pay for not getting you with child. I know not whether we remain sterile after living in that godless city."
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Just laying there and taking it is never quite enough; she'll always want to be doing something, either to please her partner or occupy her hands. Or both, ideally. She gives him a coy look and says, "Well, if you're ready, I am too."
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He does love her, he tells himself as heat builds pleasantly in his groin. It's no grand love as they tell in stories, but it is love. Accordingly, he makes sure to be attentive to her enjoyment.
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"Push my knees back," she whispers to him, hoping the change in tension will help her get off a bit faster. "Please..."
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He can't count the number of times he's taken his time in bed with another man or woman like this, but it's still far, far fewer compared those for whom he's only pretended to feel affection. It will never not fill him with immense regret. All that lost time, lost loves, lost lives. He has only ever wanted two people by his side and he's fortunate to have one of them here. The other...
The other is a shadow of that lovely, familiar soul. One he is growing to love in its own way.
"Irhya..." Swallowing thickly, he leans down and murmurs, "I want you to know...that I trust you."
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Truth be told, she doesn't fully trust he won't still try to overwrite what she worked so hard for, not even after expressing her disappointment in it. But she trusts that he will do what he thinks is right, and for that much she cannot fault him. Not when he comes from such a different place in terms of perspective.
"I'm glad," she remarks with a hint of wonder. Perhaps they're finally getting somewhere in terms of seeing her as her current self, not as someone she used to be and will never be again. Then, with a smile that is slightly raw, "I have ever aspired to be one of the people you were loyal to."
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It would be impossible for him to forget who they once were. He can see their spirit in parts of them, in their habits, their gestures, their resolve. But funnily enough, without his Sight he can see her properly for once. She slowly becomes less 'Azem' and more 'Irhya'.
Offering her a faint, wry smile of his own, he picks up the pace.
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Still using one hand to rub at herself, Irhya hooks her other arm under his, dragging her fingers through the back of his hair and pulling lightly on the longer locks near the top. It occurs to her dimly that he might look nice with long hair, but the thought doesn't remain for long when she's too busy trying to pleasure the both of them.
"I'm glad," she repeats, and it's more encompassing this time, an expression of contentedness. It's all she can really get out right now, but it sums up her feelings well enough.
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The orgasm shudders out of him in waves, rocking him into her until he's spent. He slumps over her as the tremors ease, propped up by his elbows to avoid crushing her beneath his weight.
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