nysalogs | May Catchall

_{[If there's one thing Diva isn't it's quiet, which becomes more than apparent when Atsushi pushes into her a bit deeper than before. Her moan is one that rings in her own ears, fingers gripping his shoulders with perhaps a little too much force. It's a tight fit, having him inside her like this, and although she's used to it enough to find it pleasurable, her body is still trying to make sense of it all and accommodate to the intrusion.

As Atsushi rocks against her slowly, Diva can't help but try and match the rhythm with her own movements. She wants him deeper, if possible, and with a sudden lift and tilt of her hips she seems to accomplish just that.]}

Ah-Atsushi...

[Honestly, it's enough just to have her hold him like this, he thinks - and even if it's too hard a grip, sensations register differently just now, and he doesn't even notice. His body is a little weird about pain, anyway.

As good as it is to just be held, when she starts moving along, accidentally getting him further inside, he can barely take it. Even if it's just a little bit, every millimeter feels like a mile.]

Diva...chan..!

[He's not eloquent at the best of times, and less so now - though at least he's too far gone to care about how stupid he's being. With little patience left, he resumes his slow-and-steady rhythm, just a little faster this time. He doesn't want to rush this; he doesn't want it to be over. But he also can't stand this sensory overload being dragged out much longer.]

_{[Atsushi may be more far gone than Diva is, but that doesn't mean she's any quieter or less enthusiastic than he seems to be. They've managed to figure out a rhythm of sorts and as soon as Atsushi quickens it she's responding in turn. There's a lot more noise now from her, each movement drawing out a matching moan and sigh as they rock in turn with one another. Her nails begin to dig into him, although she doesn't mean to. It's hard to control herself when she has little control in the first place.

His name is smooth on her tongue, sliding off the tip with ease as she gasps another breath, her bangs beginning to stick to her forehead. Atsushi's bed is going to be a mess by the end of it all, along with themselves, but at least they haven't broken the frame of it? With her legs hooked around him she forces him deeper, eyes glazed over with lust. If his lips come close again she'll snag them in another kiss that'll leave them both breathless.]}

[She can dig her nails in all she wants: he really doesn't care. It's the intent that matters, much more than the act itself, and Atsushi knows that she's only grabbing him harder because she wants him that much.

That's kind of incredible, really. If it's for a reason like that, she could drain him dry, and he would die happy.

The sounds she makes are as hypnotic as her movements, a strange concert that bewitches him completely, encouraging him to keep going and see what noise she'll make next. Even better than hearing her sounds is feeling them against his lips, so he kisses back eagerly, little moans and grunts barely audible compared to her sounds, but loud enough to his own ears.

It's strange how the pressure keeps building, far beyond what he thought was possible - but then, maybe that's an advantage to taking their time this way. It's not long before he can't keep it in anymore, the bursting of that dam somehow still sudden after all the build-up, and he moans desperately into the kiss at an ever-increasing volume while his hips keep moving of their own accord, speeding up as if he has to race his own orgasm to the finish.]

_{[Like much of what's transpired between them so far, feeling Atsushi climax within her is unexpected. Sure, she shouldn't be that surprised that the end result would be this - she had finished him off with her hands before and he'd left her fingers sticky. Even so, to have something suddenly warm fill her up and make things even more slippery down below drives her wild. There aren't words to describe it, the more animalistic side of her wanting to keep him connected to her for as long as possible. It's incredibly satisfying to think it's because of her that he's like this, that he's riding out his orgasm in full. If she hadn't known what it was like to be properly desired she does now.

She's hot, incredibly so, skin flushed and coated with sweat. While she herself hasn't reached the peak of pleasure yet she's doped up on adrenaline as Atsushi speeds up his thrusts, hitting a sweet spot inside her she can't help but squirm and groan from, keeping her legs hooked desperately behind him.]}

Edited 2018-07-04 12:26 (UTC)

[It was wonderful, that time when she just used her hand, but this is so much better, he can't even compare it. The sense of being connected is more than he would have ever considered possible - much like it was with Chuuya, and yet entirely different. Is it different because it's a girl and not a man? Or is it different because it's Diva and not Chuuya?

He doesn't know - and right now, he honestly doesn't care. He's a little too busy blowing his mind as well as his load, thrusting into her a little harder. It's not deliberate. He just can't seem to control himself.

Panting, he eventually slows down. He's vaguely aware that she's not finished yet (again!), but he doesn't really know what to do about it just now. Maybe he'll just kiss her again in apology.]

_{[The kiss is welcome, like most of what he's done to her, and she returns it readily, eager and hungry for more. He's still filling her up, even though his pace has slowed, and although she isn't finished and done with him so to speak, there's nothing wrong with taking a little breather. (Not that she needs to breathe, exactly...but Atsushi doesn't need to know that weird factoid.)

It felt good though, when he'd lost himself enough to be a little rough, and she wants that sensation again. He's still inside her and she's reluctant to let go so she doesn't. Atsushi's going to have to deal with her clinging. She can't help but be frustrated, but it isn't aimed at him. It's not his fault. Besides, as far as she's aware sex is supposed to be this way...but then what was the euphoria she'd felt when she had ground herself against Takasugi? Surely that was related.

There's a small nip at his lower lip, a wordless reminder of the state she's been left in. Maybe he just needed a break? Sex was a bit of a workout, wasn't it?]}

[He's pretty sure he's just reached a higher plane of existence, and it's hard coming down from that. It's easier to kiss, to cling and be clung to, to be lazy and feel like he's just been absorbed by the universe - or perhaps (he dares to think) the universe by him.

He opens his eyes at that nip to his lip, though they're still pretty glazed over. Diva and him were so connected just now, he'd almost forgotten that they existed as different people, normally.

And then he realizes. He may not be any kind of expert on the female orgasm, but looking at Diva, he's pretty sure she hasn't finished.]

... Sorry...

[He is sorry, but the amount of guilt behind the word this time is negligible. He needs a little time to figure this out.]

You didn't -... You know.

[DOES SHE?! He's not entirely sure he knows, himself.]

Don't be sorry...you feel so good inside me like this.

_{[She didn't, no. She's currently orgasmless. Still, she won't blame it on him or for any lack of trying. She's still learning about her body, after all, and even she's not really sure how to push herself over the edge.

She's reluctant to come apart from him and so she keeps her legs wrapped tight, ankles hooked together. There's a small shake of her head, bangs stuck to her forehead. Even if he might feel guilty she's offering him up a smile anyway.]}

But I need more Atsushi...anything you can give me...I can wait.

_{[And just in case the guilt is threatening to settle in more, she leans up to kiss him.]}

[Maybe guilt could have dragged him under, after all - which definitely wouldn't have improved how sexy things are at the moment - but the kiss more than serves its purpose. Kissing back, he settles back into the proper mood, taking his time all over again.

After a while, he remembers her breasts and how well she responded to him kissing them, so he frees up a hand to fondle one of them. If she wants him inside of her, then he will definitely stay there, which rather limits his range of motion - but he can at least do this much.]

_{[Really, Atsushi deserves a medal. He might not think it and would probably disagree, but as far as Diva's concerned he's golden and can do no wrong. Kissing is an easy way to ease back into things and she's content with pushing the annoyance of feeling pent up to the back of her mind to focus on how wet and slick his tongue feels against hers. The sudden hand against one of her breasts has her swallowing a breath and moaning against his lips, the sound edging on desperate. Her skin feels far more sensitive and responsive to touch now and it feels twice as good as it had before.]}

Atsushi...

_{[Ah...his name tastes so sweet on her tongue, even if saying it makes her feel out of breath. Her hands slip down from his shoulders, fingers tracing along the length of his spine, as far as she can reach from her position, only to return to his scalp to scrape lightly. He seemed to like her doing so before, so why not keep at it?]}

Edited 2018-07-08 09:16 (UTC)

[Of course he likes it; he likes everything she could possibly do to him, he thinks. This isn't anything he'd ever expected to experience - everything from the sex to the simple, loving touches - and he can't help but slowly get turned on all over again.

It takes time, of course, but he has nothing but time, playing with her breasts and playing with her tongue. He moans softly at every little bit of attention she shows him, rubbing his thumb over a nipple.]

_{[All Diva has is time. It's the one thing she has an abundance of and always will. It's partially the reason why she gets herself into trouble so often, sticking her nose where she shouldn't. When you've too much time to kill and more freedom than you know what to do with...things can get messy.

With nowhere to be and nothing else to do (other than the boy atop her, that is) why would she want to rush through something that's proven so far to be pretty great? It's hard to put into words why, exactly, she's enjoying herself so much, the physicality of it all aside. There's a far deeper, emotional aspect to it, one that leaves her vulnerable in ways she didn't think possible. It's the most exposed she's ever been to another person and to give herself away like this, the gravity of it all is finally beginning to pull on her. It isn't a weight like she thought it might be, in fact it's more liberating than anything else. All Atsushi seems intent on doing is making sure she feels good, after all.

Maybe it's the trust aspect of it. He knows just how easily she could kill him and yet here he is. She could sink her teeth into his neck at any given moment and drink him dry if she wanted to and yet he trusts her enough to not. Most people wouldn't and to be fair she hadn't given anyone a good reason to in the past. Every thing about Atsushi is genuine, right down to the reverence he seems to show her. He doesn't want her because of what she is, he had made that very clear, and maybe that's what makes all the difference. He doesn't simply tell her she's beautiful or sweet for the sake of it - he believes it.

The more he toys with her the more she wants to touch him herself. There isn't too much real estate she has access to in this position but she manages to sneek a hand between them to drag her nails over his chest, careful not to cut or dig. His shoulders get the same treatment until she's returning to the nape of his neck. It's so alluring, the flesh she sees on display, and the urge to break the kiss and bite is very real indeed...but she doesn't. Instead she turns her head, their lips parting from the movement as she pushes her hair away from her own neck. She doesn't say a word, but the glance she gives him should be enough for him to get the hint - she's baring sensitive skin to him and he should take advantage of it.]}

[He's been using his mouth a lot, it feels like - but that's the only reason why he makes the connection at all, when she exposes her neck. She's the vampire, here, not him, so there's no point in biting for him as such.

It's still lovely skin, and he nuzzles it, taking in her scent from close enough that it's downright intoxicating. He kisses it, and then he carefully scrapes his teeth over it some, because while that is a really strange move when you think about it logically, he's found himself enjoying it when he did it elsewhere - and she seemed to enjoy it, too.]

_{[Sometimes the things that may seem strange initially end up being ones a person likes best. She hums contentedly when he nuzzles into the crook of her neck, heart rate up at the thought he might just bite. He doesn't, which she isn't surprised by, but he does dare to rake his teeth down the milk white expands of skin that's been bared to him. She gives him a wanton little noise of encouragement, delighted. Too bad he can't leave his mark on her - the thought of him doing so is suddenly incredibly appealing.]}

Mm...

[He lets out a little, barely-there laugh.]

I thought vampires liked being the ones to use their teeth.

[He definitely won't bite very hard at all, both because he doesn't want to hurt her and because drinking vampire blood is probably a bad idea. But kissing and licking and feeling her in any way he can, including the way his teeth scrape over her beautiful skin, is really nice.

Actually, since she likes it, he'll transform his fangs, the way one does. He'll try anything he can while he waits to get fully hard again, still comfortably inside of her.]

I thought it might be nice the other way around...

_{[Atsushi's laugh may be barely there but Diva hears it clear enough, unable to help the quirk of her lips at his comment. Her blood wouldn't do much to him if he were to consume it, at least under current circumstances, but if he's not fond of the metalic taste in general it's best he abstain.

The difference in sharpness of teeth is picked up on immediately, which has her letting out an airy little sound, turning her head juuuust the slightest to glimpse at his mouth when he lifts his head-]}

_{[Only for her to let out of a squeal of delight at the sight of fangs, her hands moving to cup his cheeks to get a better look at his pointy, pearly whites.]}

Ahh~! You look just like a vampire!

_{[She digs it. A lot.]}

Now you're even more handsome!

[OMG SHE CALLED HIM HANDSOME his heart is going to explode now.]

No, it's just -... [His face is on fire.] I'm a weretiger, right? Tiger have fangs, too.

[Is this an awkward conversation to have in the middle of sex? Probably, but what does he know?]

_{[Ah yes, she can feel the sudden change in temperature against her palms as Atsushi begins to burn up before her. She's not really sure what exactly is so embarrassing about what she's just said, but then again this was Atsushi. He was kind of easily flustered to begin with.

Right. Weretiger. Of course tigers had fangs. She moves to touch them with the pads of her thumbs, eagerly. Okay so he wasn't a vampire but she could indulge in a little bit of fantasy could she not? As for finding Atsushi handsome...he wouldn't be currently in the position he was in if she didn't find him attractive, his awkward haircut aside.

Speaking of awkward it would be a strange talk to have, but this is Diva. Since when has anything involving her been normal.]}

Mm, I suppose they do...even so, you look good with them.

[He knows, of course; he knows she likes him. Everything she does proves it, and she's never been shy about saying what she likes - or doesn't like. If she hated him, he's pretty sure he'd know.

Still...]

... Thank you.

[He doesn't really know what else to say, or do, but he gives her a quick peck on the lips - he doesn't really trust himself to give her a proper kiss anyway, because that many fangs pushed together is just asking for trouble! - and starts moving inside of her again.]

_{[That's one of her more positive traits. For as much of a menace as Diva could be, she was always honest and upfront about her desires and dislikes. Kissing with two sets of fangs is definitely a little tricky - she'd know from experience. The little peck to her lips doesn't give her much time to respond or drag him into something spicier, for suddenly Atsushi decides to move and she's left letting out an airy sound of surprise.

It soon turns into a hum of desire. When he moves this time it's different - things are a lot more slick down there for obvious reasons and the sensation of him sliding in and out of her registers as something far more sensitive than before. A small puff of air passes past her lips as she settles back down against the mattress of Atsushi's bed, head firmly planted against a pillow. They're both sticky and sweaty but she's never been more turned on. With her eyelids beginning to droop, lowered to half mast, she lifts her hips up at an angle so he can hit her deeper.]}

[She can kiss him more deeply any time she wants to, but for now, he tries to focus on getting her off - even though he's only half aware of what that will take (or maybe not even half aware, let's face it). It's strange for everything to suddenly be so much hotter and wetter down there, though he expects at least part of it to be because he swelled up inside of her again. Whatever the reason, it feels really good to him - and clearly she likes it, too.

He's still slow about accelerating, very aware of his limits in regards to pacing if nothing else, but he does try to add a little more of a push when he thinks he can get away with it, as if that will get him further inside of her - and somehow, it really feels like it does, even though, realistically, the gains can only be that much.]

_{[Realistically no, it isn't that much further, but every little bit counts in a situation like this, especially the angle that's used. With her hips lifted up the game's changed, and although Atsushi may be slow with his pace at first, it's still enough to get her going. Part of it's psychological too, of course, and the more animalistic part of her goes wild at the thought of him filling her up even more.

When she moans again it's loud, perhaps the loudest she's been all morning, the sound long and drawn out. A hand reaches for one of Atsushi's then, to lace their fingers together and let their palms press. It's not an action she thought much about, but it feels right all of a sudden to do so.]}

[Considering everything else they're doing, holding hands really shouldn't mean much - and yet it brings home the connection between them more than all the rest of it. Not for the first time since this has started, Atsushi is overcome with emotion even more than sensation, a slight sense of shock going through him. He wonders if he'll ever lose that - the instinctive fear of having something so good, he couldn't bear to lose it.

But, while he's always had that gut reaction, he's also always cherished what he has the more for it, rather than letting fear defeat him. There's only one logical reaction, so that's what he does: he starts thrusting into her faster, determined to enjoy this connection to the fullest while he has it. He's not nearly as loud as Diva, but with her sounds drowning him out, he doesn't hold back as much anymore either, soon moaning and grunting with every thrust.]

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