nysalogs | May Catchall

[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.]

_{[Considering they're both being loud now, RIP Chuuya if he's not already awake.

Diva and Atsushi's morals may differ, but there's a certain understanding and kinship drawn from past hardships they've experienced that built their bond in the first place. Diva may be capable of a lot of terrible things, not to mention she's done a lot of heinous acts as well, but for some reason Atsushi gives her a pass on her behaviour. Sure, he doesn't know the full extent of her monstrosity and what she's capable of, but he seems to understand that her nature isn't inherently evil. He gets that her diet is what it is because of what she is and doesn't judge her for it, which is a relief in of itself. It's nice, just to have that basic level of understanding.

There are other things too, that make her feel attached, but it'd be hard to pick them out, piece by piece and list them right now. She's overwhelmed by the present, current act they're indulging in, and the only thing she can think about is how fantastic it feels the faster Atsushi enters her, especially when he hits against a part inside of her. When he does there's a yelp of delight, mouth wide and fangs bared to gasp for air. Soon there's a sound with every movement, each more desperate than the last, as she grips his hand tightly, the other falling free from his neck to twist into the fabric of his sheets instead.]}

H-Harder ah-!

[RIP Chuuya, may your hangover not make everything worse.

Maybe Atsushi doesn't know what he's doing, but he can't help but feeling incredibly encouraged (and turned on) by the noises Diva makes - and that feeling increases exponentially, the more enthusiastic she gets. In part, it's just his own arousal, probably, but that's not how it registers: it really feels like a direct response to her sounds, as if she could get him off just by sounding this way. (Maybe not test that theory, though...)

He responds to her order without thinking, going harder and faster, and while he's not nearly as loud as her, he continues panting and grunting, the sounds ever rising in pitch.]

_{[At least maybe later he'll feel proud of Atsushi getting some? Who knows.

She's pretty enthusiastic in general when it comes to things she likes and sex seems to be no exception. This is definitely different from the first round, both in intensity and desperation. The more he rocks against her the more she feels herself canting her hips in time with his rhythm.

The rising tension that's been building over time is starting to finally reach an unbearable point, thighs clenching around Atsushi's hips desperately, as if doing so will finally take her just that much closer to the edge of her waiting climax. If she were thinking a little more clearly (or at all really) she'd begin to worry about Atsushi's bed frame. They really are getting carried away, but there's nothing wrong with that, is there? Not if they're both enjoying themselves.

When her orgasm does hit it feels like she's just been tossed into an ice water bath, a loud gasp accentuating the fact. Immediately she feels her body begin to tremble, thighs and legs shaking as her hips buck and jitter with an uneven rhythm. It's like she's run a marathon with the way she gasps for air and ultimately the name of the boy atop her, eyes glazed over from pleasure.]}

A-Ah Atsushi-!

[True, that. And Chuu's too gay to be jealous, too, so. 👍

Maybe Atsushi barely knows what's happening, but he can definitely tell that this is different from before, and the way Diva trembles and shakes all around him is more than enough to make him come yet again, letting out a single, loud moan. It's different, somehow, than the first time, both less intense and more so, hips jerking up against Diva at an ever-increasing speed for the second or two it lasts.

Then it's over, and he's panting, trying and failing to get his heart to stop racing finally. He just hovers over Diva for a while, sweat making his awkward bangs stick together - and then he does the only thing that makes sense: he kisses her again, very gently.]

_{[In the end it all works out.

Her own bangs are only marginally in a better state than his are and she wasn't rocking an uneven cut to begin with. Her chest rises and falls erratically at first as Diva finds hersef trying to catch her breath. She can hear Atsushi's heartbeat thrumming wildly in his chest, a perfect percussive accompaniment to her own symphony of pants and beating heart.

The kiss he gives her is practically icing on the cake of what she sees as a decadent act, her whole body tingling as she slowly comes down from her high, eagerly melting into the contact of his lips against hers. If she could she'd stay in this moment forever.]}

[It really is perfect like this. He enjoys the kiss as he comes down off his own high, lungs burning and heart pounding as if he's run a marathon (or two). He should move - to lie down next to her, if nothing else - but he doesn't want to. He just wants to linger like this all day.

And then his stomach growls, because of course it does. He's a little confused as to what the sound is at first, but then he realizes, far too late. Awkward.]

... I guess I should make breakfast, huh?

_{[At least the sound gets a laugh out of her as she stares up at Atsushi, pink faced. As appealing as breakfast sounds right now she needs a few moments to reorient herself. Having Atsushi atop her is nice and warm, after all. She's pretty cozy like this. Uncurling her fingers from the sheets beneath her she reaches up to cup his cheek in her hand, smoothing the pad of her thumb against it.]}

Mm, you should...but five more minutes?

[She's so cute... Honestly, if she asked him to stay like this all day, he couldn't have brought himself to say no. That would have turned into quite a battle with his stomach.

But five minutes (or ten, or twenty), he can do. He smiles at the touch to his cheek, warm and full of adoration.]

All right.

But let's get a bit more comfortable.

[He should at least pull out of her - and lie down next to her so he doesn't have to hold himself up or crush her.

At least it makes for more, better snuggling!]

_{[After everything they've done, him pulling out of her is perhaps the most awkward part of it all. There's a dull sort of emptiness that follows, along with a vaguely uncomfortable chill that only further pushes her into Atsushi's arms when he finds himself laying down beside her instead of atop. Things are pretty sticky down below but so is the rest of her in different ways...she's not too worried about it. That's what showers are for.

Honestly she could lay here the entire morning but she's just as fat as Atsushi is when it comes to food...but there's nothing wrong with a little post coital cuddle, right?

Once they're face to face again Diva can't resist the urge to bump and rub their noses together, so she does just that. She's feeling highly affectionate now, still doped up on feel good sex feelings. Hell, this is probably the most chipper she's felt in awhile.]}

Thank you, Atsushi.

[Ohno... she's nuzzling! It makes his heart soar, even after everything that came before. He couldn't wipe the happy smile off his face if his life depended on it.]

It's me who should be thanking you.

[That was one hell of an experience.

In some distant part of his mind, Atsushi thinks he should consider asking people about the female body in relation to sex. As much as he'd enjoyed himself, he's pretty sure he could have done better for her, somehow.]

_{[She's not sure why he'd be the one to thank her. After all, she was the one who wanted this in the first place and he'd done most of the work. In her eyes he'd done a pretty good job too, although future Diva won't complain about Atsushi getting more protips when it comes to banging the fairer sex.]}

You gave me what I asked for so...you really don't have to thank me. I didn't do anything.

_{[At least that's how she sees it. Gingerly she reaches out toward Atsushi's face with a hand, only to trace the outline of his features with her fingers. She starts with the bridge of his nose, following it toward his brow and down his jawline. It's when her finger finds his lips that she's grinning again, more or less sticking it in his mouth to press against the tips of his fangs. She wasn't lying when she said she liked them.

Atsushi may be the one who's a cat, but the lazy smile she gives him in return is reminiscent of a feline who's indulged in a particularly large bowl of cream. Simply put, she's sated.]}

You're a tiger, right? Does that mean you've a tail too?

Edited 2018-07-18 21:47 (UTC)

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