[Nemesis works on matching her breathing to the rhythm of her hips, in and out--works on remembering to breathe at all. The counter-rhythm of Req's sweet mouth is almost too much to concentrate on, even the gentle suction that much more intense (alone in the mirror yet spread open wide, and her legs shiver against Requiem's back)]
M-- Marceline...
[Shaky, she reaches to thread fingers in her hair]
[ gives a deeply pleased hum against her, rewarding the fingers in her hair with a harder suck, pulling back with a wet noise before pressing back in again. Now that she's settled into a rhythm her fingers set a slightly quicker pace, thrusting evenly into her and pressing up against those yielding walls, pressing into the thigh against her shoulder and eagerly taking in everything; the sound of her breath, of her wetness, her words, the feel of the red heat under her skin. ]
[She doesn't pull but her splayed fingers go stiff against Req's scalp with the effort of staying gentle; her other hand clenches at the blankets beneath them. After a few eager twitches she just rides the new rhythm--shuts her eyes because in the mirror it's just her reacting to unseen pleasure, but Nemesis can feel Req on and against and around and inside her, and that's so much better.
Orgasm takes her by surprise, and she's pressing up helplessly into the relative cool of Req's mouth and hand and everything before she can help it.]
A shudder runs down her own spine, feeling that, and she sinks her fingers firmly in, filling Nem up and letting her clench down on something as she rides her through those waves of pleasure with pulsing little sucks and licks.
... and is slow to pull back, once it's clear it's shifted from intense-but-good to intense-and-too-much, leaning heavily against her leg and kissing her thigh with breathless motions, drawing her hand from her to soothingly pet along those lower lips instead. ]
[groans and shudders again, head spinning and floppy with afterglow. now she tugs at Req's hair, though barely hard enough to count as teasing]
Marceliiine...
[her voice is a little too rough for the intent behind the name to be clear, but perhaps she just wants to say the name itself, voice deep with pleasure]
[ presses in just once more to swipe her tongue up along her and press a kiss over the curve of her pelvic bone. She pushes herself up with some effort to shift up along Nem's body, shivering at the tug, her face flushed.
Her voice is a low mumble, as she flops onto her side neck to her, tail curled and pleased (even if it does twitch with some unconscious impatience against her leg, even the tickle of it just enough to remind her how ready she still is). ]
[Hums into the kiss, pleased and fond and almost lazily slow, despite (or perhaps due to) the desperation in Req's tone. But slowly, she moves her hands to drift up and over and down her back and hips and sides, leisurely]
[keeps the kisses slow and light...ish, at least making an attempt not to give in to Req's rush. even so, as Req moves closer Nem wedges a thigh between hers, firm and present. the grip on her rear goes more purposeful]
[ she pulls back a little from the kiss to make a breathless little noise, forehead pressed to Nem's and tightening her fingers slightly against her arm as she grinds down against the soft skin. Definitely more than a little wet, by this point. her core hot but still nowhere near Nem's levels of heat. ]
[lays soft kisses over her face and up her jaw, as if Req isn't grinding against her (and as if she isn't gratuitously feeling up Req's ass and thighs, stroking up and over and down)]
[Hums thoughtfully, gripping Req's hips and shifting up as if she's fine with her losing that struggle. Nuzzles into her neck, lips warm at the shell of her ear as she croons]
You know you can just take what you need, right? You could just speed up and ride me like you want to... Or is there a way you'd rather I gave it to you? You could sit on my face, maybe, or I could use my hands, or all of the above...?
[ exhales a soft noise, shuddering and... stays there, for a long moment. and then she releases and vaguely attempts to unwrap herself from nem, gingerly pushing herself up onto her knees, flushed. ]
Just-- don't... wanna pin you, or nothin'. But if you want to try... um. I'd like that.
[ oh, she's beautiful, looking like that. She can't resist the temptation to lean slightly over her, just enough to curl her fingers against her cheek. ]
[presses into the touch for a long moment, then pulls away, cheeks warm.
turns back to draw the fingers into her mouth, one by one. notes the tang over her skin and flushes further--sucks a little harder at the pads of her fingers. eventually pulls off with an audible pop]
[ watches her do that with her face darkly flushed, eyes a little hazy with need (and the robotic one brightly orange, shot through with dark blue), pressing just slightly against the soft rubbing of her tongue.
and hesitates a moment more, before carefully shifting her legs over Nem's, curling over her for a kiss but still careful not to press down against her body. ]
[hums into the kiss and licks over Req's lips, encouraging. then she shifts a little, aware of Req's legs around her; reaches her hands to Req's hips and urges them forward]
[ she leans into the touch and-- maybe a bit awkwardly-- shuffles forward
until she's where Nem wants her, leaning slightly forward to support
herself against the headboard.
She keeps eyes on her all the while though, cheeks flushed dark. ]
[Breathes in a few deep, shaky breaths, surrounded by the scent and the sight and the feel of her, close enough to feel the throb of her pulse from the inside, the damp heat against Nem's face. And then Nemesis gets to work before Req can falter any, lapping firmly at everything she can reach.]
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M-- Marceline...
[Shaky, she reaches to thread fingers in her hair]
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Orgasm takes her by surprise, and she's pressing up helplessly into the relative cool of Req's mouth and hand and everything before she can help it.]
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A shudder runs down her own spine, feeling that, and she sinks her fingers firmly in, filling Nem up and letting her clench down on something as she rides her through those waves of pleasure with pulsing little sucks and licks.
... and is slow to pull back, once it's clear it's shifted from intense-but-good to intense-and-too-much, leaning heavily against her leg and kissing her thigh with breathless motions, drawing her hand from her to soothingly pet along those lower lips instead. ]
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Marceliiine...
[her voice is a little too rough for the intent behind the name to be clear, but perhaps she just wants to say the name itself, voice deep with pleasure]
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Her voice is a low mumble, as she flops onto her side neck to her, tail curled and pleased (even if it does twitch with some unconscious impatience against her leg, even the tickle of it just enough to remind her how ready she still is). ]
... Pretty Kitty.
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C'mere...
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Baby...
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[lays soft kisses over her face and up her jaw, as if Req isn't grinding against her (and as if she isn't gratuitously feeling up Req's ass and thighs, stroking up and over and down)]
You need something...?
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Just... need a little more. Come on...
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You know you can just take what you need, right? You could just speed up and ride me like you want to... Or is there a way you'd rather I gave it to you? You could sit on my face, maybe, or I could use my hands, or all of the above...?
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a, ah.
she gives a little whine, squirming against her, her whole face flushed red as she buries her face into nem's hair ]
I-- y-yes-- Is... is that okay??
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[gives a lingering kiss to the sensitive skin where chin and neck meet before looking up at her through lidded eyes]
...Why wouldn’t I want to taste you, feel you around me...?
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Just-- don't... wanna pin you, or nothin'. But if you want to try... um. I'd like that.
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...Appreciate you caring about that stuff. But I think... I mean, I've thought about it, and I think, it's okay. If it's you.
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[ oh, she's beautiful, looking like that. She can't resist the temptation to lean slightly over her, just enough to curl her fingers against her cheek. ]
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turns back to draw the fingers into her mouth, one by one. notes the tang over her skin and flushes further--sucks a little harder at the pads of her fingers. eventually pulls off with an audible pop]
I'm sure.
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and hesitates a moment more, before carefully shifting her legs over Nem's, curling over her for a kiss but still careful not to press down against her body. ]
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[ she leans into the touch and-- maybe a bit awkwardly-- shuffles forward until she's where Nem wants her, leaning slightly forward to support herself against the headboard.
She keeps eyes on her all the while though, cheeks flushed dark. ]
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