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[A hum - he does seem to enjoy the feeling of her hand in his hair. But with that direction, he begins in earnest, teeth scraping over her throat before he begins trailing his lips down her chest.]

[ Chuckling warmly, her grip on his hair tightens just a hint. Enough to keep his attention without being too distracting. And she sighs as he moves down her chest, keeping quiet for now, curious what he'll do if she leaves him to it for a bit. ]

[Down, down he goes, teeth catching briefly on that navel piercing before making his way to her hip, then thigh, slow and lingering. But it's on the inner part that he actually pauses. Not only his teeth, but also his tongue, evidently aiming to leave a mark if she'll allow it.]

[ When his teeth tug her piercing she hisses softly, it's still a bit sore, which isn't to say she minds. The real reaction happens when he bites at her thigh, the wordless sound she makes is more appreciation than surprise, but some of that too, and she tugs sharply on his hair, though not by any stretch trying to pull his mouth away. ]

Brazen thing. [ A bit winded now, yes ]

[He laughs softly into her skin before trailing down to the back of her knee, before making his way up once more - eyes on hers once he reaches her belly.]

[ Her hand slips out of his hair and to the back of his neck, her nails pressing divots in his skin with the threat of breaking it. And just watching him, propped on an elbow, curious whether it's her nature or both of theirs that has her feeling anything like a real connection only when they're doing this. ]

[ Nothing she's going to get fussed over, especially with better things to focus on. Her head falls back against the bed and she makes a soft, pleased sound. ]

[He sucks in a breath as her nails dig into his skin, and he can't help but pause to take it in for a moment before he continues, stopping again at her breast as his teeth find purchase.]

[ As he moves her hand slides down his spine to give the same treatment to his back and the join of his wings. She may raise welts here and there as she's not being entirely careful, focused as she is on the way his mouth moves on her skin. Her breathing is heavy enough to be audible, but even if not he'll feel it in the way her chest rises and falls. ]

[Her reactions are practically a reward all on their own, and slowly, finally, he makes it back to her neck. His teeth dig in slightly, finding that sweet spot in the pressure applied.]

[ The sound she makes when his teeth press into her neck technically qualifies as a hum, but it's sharp and abbreviated and breathless so she's not fooling anyone. Her hands bunch in his clothes, aimless for the moment. ]

You can fix these up after, right? [ She could do this the patient, reasonable way, but why ]

Yes, I can repair them.

[So she can do her worst.]

Good. [ She does wonder, just for a second, if he'd have given permission if all they could do for a remedy was needle and thread, but no -- she wouldn't really. Almost certainly not. ]

[ She shrugs the thought away by tearing at his shirt, not being especially careful about it to the point where he'll get some scrapes and welts from her efforts. In getting his pants open she's more measured about it, only the fastening and the cloth around it suffer any injury, and only enough to slip her hand in there in case mouthing up and down her body wasn't enough and she needs to get him the rest of the way roused. Even if not, there's always room to be a ridiculous tease which she will absolutely proceed to do either way. ]

[The fabric, if it can be called that, consists mostly of plastics in true future is now fashion. Some of it cuts more like plastic film, the rest almost annoyingly elastic, but he certainly doesn't complain as she shreds his clothes.

Doesn't complain about the hand, either, sucking in a breath. Between the pain and foreplay he's more than ready, which may end up being more a torment in this case.]

[ Torment is sort of the idea -- not terribly much, just enough to get his attention. And a little gasp isn't exactly the attention she's going for. Leaning down, then, to murmur against the crook of his shoulder ]

It pleases me to know when you like something. [ The slow way her hand moves might have seemed shy but for how clearly deliberate it is, coaxing, the playful circling pad of her thumb. ] No one can hear us.

[ The next time her hand moves is timed perfectly with her fangs sinking into his shoulder. A small reward for her efforts, hm? ]

[This time, he can't help the not-so-quiet moan, even if he wanted to. Pain mixes with pleasure, and a hand comes up to cradle her head even as her teeth break skin, combing through her hair fervently.]

[ She doesn't drink from him, not yet -- there's something she wants for that and this isn't it. But his hand in her hair, the sound he makes, both are worth a bit more delay. Her tongue laves none too gently over the punctures her fangs left. And then she bites down again, right on top of it, tearing jagged edges into what were clean wounds. Her hand moves all the while, eager to draw another sound from him, but loose and teasing, almost lazy. This is an interlude, not a finale. ]

[There's another sound of pleasure - despite his everything, the man's voice is a pleasant one to listen to, that's for certain. And, between the sensation of those teeth against his neck and her teasing strokes, he's growing quite aroused.]

Is this... mmnh, revenge?

[ She laughs softly against his neck, slowly pulling away and lazily licking up the blood trickling from his wounds. ]

Un apéritif, mon donneur. [ A pleasant voice in return for one. Though she expects he'll have no idea what it means, French just sounds right in these situations -- she's not about to leave it a mystery, anyway. ] You haven't seen anything yet.

[ Her hands -- both of them -- slide loosely around his shoulders. ] Get out of these clothes and rest against the pillow, and I'll show you.

[He obediently shrugs off the shreds of his jacket, reaching down to remove his pants and set them aside in a messy pile. And, once done with that, he settles back against the pillow as asked.]

[ Aliza takes a moment to survey the light marks on her shoulder, her breast, and the purpling mark on her thigh, chuckling in warm appreciation. Having very little clothes remaining makes shedding them quick, and as soon as his back hits the pillow she's curling close, hand at the nape of his neck so she can kiss him with enthusiasm that he absolutely earned. Her other hand presses on his chest as she swings a leg over him, not that she needs help with balance especially but it's more for a particular emphasis in the slight way she presses his back down. Only for a moment, then she needs to reach down between them with a few more light, teasing strokes as she gets him where she wants him. ]

[ Sinking down onto him is slick and effortless; she breathes a sharp sigh against his mouth, hand drifting over to scrape at the bite on his neck, not quite idly. But rather than move, her hips press down on his and go still but for the slightest teasing shimmy. ]

I want you to do something for me. [ There's a smirk in her voice, indicating that she knows exactly what she's doing by asking now. ]

[He tilts his head at the kiss, seeking better access - only to be interrupted by a throaty sound as she caresses his erection, and another softer noise once she's on him.

His breath shudders out as she scrapes that bite, gaze hazy on her. Even his voice is clearly distracted, with zero doubt as to just why.]

Mm.. what shall I...?

[ That expression is delightful, score one for the wing-compatible pillow -- more than one probably, she happens to like this setup. If his hands aren't already on her, she moves to place them on her hips as they swivel a slow figure eight, and by the wordless sound she makes it's not only him she's teasing. ]

[ Another lingering kiss before she murmurs against his mouth, wondering what he'll think of this. There's more than one way to inflict pain, but perhaps he hadn't considered this one. ] Don't finish until I tell you to.

[ She shifts to nuzzle affectionately at his cheek, and her voice softens. ] Can you manage it? [ On this, she'll accept a less than affirmative response. It's a big ask for someone with perhaps not a ton of experience (or so she surmises), but well worth it if he'll at least make an effort. ]

[There's not much in the way of an answer other than a probably(?) affirmative grunt. She's very distracting, not only in looks but in her movements, and with how hard he already is, it's certainly a challenge.

Likely because of that, while he allows her to place his hands as she likes, they almost immediately begin to restlessly roam her body, as though making up for all he is forbidden from.]

[ He's free to explore her as he likes, and she plants her hands on the pillow on either side of his head to get her arms out of his way. ]

I'd like to hear an answer. [ She brushes his hair back from his face with her fingertips, then thumbs over the star below his eye. ]

[ She draws her hips upwards and then rocks down against him, slow and controlled. Another distraction -- for both of them given the soft, pleased note she sounds -- but she wants his answer anyway, and she doesn't stop moving. Perhaps if she gives him some prompting: ]

Can you say that you'll try for me?

Mmm...

Yes. I'll try.

[The words are barely breathed out - somehow, it's terribly difficult to stay focused when she's moving like that, who knew?]

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