[Yeah, her pulling down her waistband pretty much has that exact effect, and part of him is grateful she doesn't have to pull his boxers down all the way. The other part of him is embarrassed because of just how hard he is already.
It doesn't help he stares, and Kazuya looks away, hands still very firmly clenched at his sides. It also has the effect of making him inhale sharply, unable to stop the small twitch of his hips into her hand as she wraps her hands around him.]
Oh.
[He breathes out the breath he'd been stuck on slowly. It's... a very good feeling. Her hands are so warm...
It makes it a little more embarrassing as more pre starts collecting at the tip of his cock just from that.]
You're going to have to tell me if I'm doing something wrong.
[ Wanting and willing as she may be, she's not knowledgeable about how to please someone. So, she hopes he'd actually tell her and give her cues if there's anything he wants.
Now, she leans in, not even stroking him yet or anything. Rather, she gives his crown a lick, the tip of her tongue having a taste. But it doesn't feel like it does anything? At least, not to her... So she opens her mouth a little more, letting the flat of her tongue have a pass at the head of his cock. She gets to taste him, but makes no noise of protest nor approval from it. Instead, she brings herself even closer, stroking him with her hand as she opens her mouth and takes the tip in to give it a suck.
Ah- she has no idea what she's doing, but the books she's read did describe things in this way. ]
I think as long as you don't bite you should be okay.
[It's the first certain thing he's said so far. And probably the last because while he can keep himself from bucking against her mouth at the investigatory lick, and even at the second more confident one, her stroking makes his cock twitch, and Kazuya makes a noise very near to a whimper as she strokes him with her hand and sucks on the tip of his cock.
The one of the hands balled at his side immediately comes up to his mouth, and he bites down hard on it to try and keep himself in line, and he inhales sharply through his nose.]
[ Wow!!! And he bit her earlier! A BUNCH OF TIMES!! She hasn't even used her Aura yet to get rid of the marks, so the proof is still there! And she isn't allowed to bite?
See, Weiss would roll her eyes and bark back, but maybe she can just tease him about it another time. Her mouth is already busy elsewhere, after all.
It's new, and Weiss doesn't really know what to make of it just yet, but she's committed to get him off. And with him not saying anything, it does seem like she can keep going. Her tongue swirls around his head as she keeps her mouth on him, sucking on him and spreading a mix of his pre and her own saliva around his head. Each time she bobs her head down and takes him in is accompanied by a stroke of his cock, slowly finding a rhythm without taking too much of him just yet.
But the more Weiss continues, the more her confidence grows. She closes her eyes and lets her instincts take over, pushing herself just a little more as she takes in another inch, playful licks and swirls of the tongue as she blows him. ]
[He meant for her to not BITE HIS DICK. Elsewhere is fine. Elsewhere is encouraged, even. Please do not bite his dick.
Kazuya bites his hand harder as she toys with him, sucks on him and strokes him in tandem. This is all just on the head of his cock too, what would it feel like when she took more of him in her mouth?
He finds out shortly after wondering, and another whimper escapes, hips twitching forward just barely, just barely restrained. She's doing nothing to help the heat in his gut, the way he feels tight inside.
Except he can't just cum so fast, so easily. From what he understands of Asta, she would never let him hear the end of it. So he bites down on his hand harder, something to dull the pleasure he feels into something more manageable.
He tastes blood. Thinks nothing of it. It'll heal in short order anyway, there's no reason to care. No reason to think beyond the immediate that is her mouth on him.]
[ That was sudden! Her eyes jolt open as she slows down, looking up at him. She doesn't look angry, at the very least, more surprised by him moving like that. It was as if it was going to reach the back of her throat, and that would not have been pleasant. At least, she doesn't think so...
But it seems he does like what she's doing, which means she's doing a good job. Does she take more, then? Maybe just a little bit, opening her mouth a little more to do so. Drool drips down the length of his cock, coating her fingers with it which somehow helps when she works him up further. This time, she keeps her eyes open and looks at him, almost as if she's telling him to keep his eyes on her, too.
She's got his dick in her mouth and she's on her knees for him with nothing else on. Should he look at her, just like what she wants, she'll look away as her eyes squint, almost as if that made her smile. And as she adds more fervour to how she strokes him, he just might realise that she would be smiling if she could. She's finding a rhythm here, and despite the saltiness, there's something about hearing his breathlessness and him slowly losing it that is absolutely encouraging. ]
[The heat of her mouth is like nothing else around him, it's transcendent, it's sublime, it's a million other words he wants to think about but can't because his brain is having a little bit of a hard time processing everything going on.
He's absolutely looking at her, the side of his hand still in his mouth as he resists the call to be louder. Why? Why would he muffle himself when he'd told her he thinks it'd have been hot if she were louder?
Slowly he removes his hand, lets it fall back down to his side and lets the few drops of blood from where he'd broken his own skin drip into the carpet where they only stay briefly before disappearing into black smoke. Kazuya tries, tries to catch her eyes as he places his other hand on her head for the need to hold onto something. Anything as his jaw hangs.
He's losing it a little faster than slowly, and the next sound that comes out is a long groan that hitches in the middle as she finds a rhythm, is rewarded for that by the taste of more pre dribbling out of the tip of his cock and onto her tongue.]
[ Weiss had found a rhythm, one where she found herself confident with what she was doing. Even though she feels him moving, likely letting go and relaxing and losing himself into this, she hears him speak and she realises she fucked up.
It's slow how she does it— how she pulls her mouth away after swirling her tongue around the head of his cock. Her hand stays where it is, having him in his grip without pumping. She looks up, looking a bit more flustered than before. ]
... so. That's not my real name.
[ She thought it would be funny to make up some name! She would have even said the whole thing: Asta Myrten. You know, like her sword, Myrtenaster. And yet, here she is, looking back at her past decisions and kicking herself for it. She likes her name! And she certainly would have liked it if it was used in that manner!
[His breathing kicks up when she slows because it's a tease, it's a tease and he's pretty sure she knows it, or thinks she does until he feels her pull away. Kazuya whimpers as cold air hits his wet cock, barely registers what she says because all he wants is to force her mouth back on him.]
Yeah?
[There's a needy tone to his voice, and it's clear he's not upset. He doesn't have the mind to be upset right now, and honestly, wouldn't be upset to begin with even if he had his normal faculties.
He breathes out hard, slowly winds his fingers through her hair though doesn't demand her mouth back on him as much as he wants to.]
[ He's not paying attention, is he? Well, that's okay. Weiss shakes her head to show it's not that big of a deal, but she does want him to use her actual name, so... ]
It's Weiss.
[ One last look, before she closes her eyes as she takes him in again. She's starts off slow, as if she's starting all over again and getting him worked up. His fingers in her hair spreads warmth all the way down to her toes, letting the hairs on her arm stand as it encourages her.
She starts pumping again at a slow pace as she bobs her head up and down, groaning every so often as she tastes him again, spreads his pre around his dick with her tongue, mixing it with her own spit. But she builds up, adds a bit more heat and fervour to her movements later on once she's found her rhythm again. Boy better remember her name, or else she's stopping altogether. ]
[Weiss. Weiss, Weiss, Weiss. He's certainly committing it to memory, just as she wants. Weiss makes him whimper and whine between her tongue and her hand and the warmth they bring back onto him.
His cock twitches in her mouth as she groans, the sound reverberating up into his belly where it feels like it stays just to kindle the rapidly growing warmth. He tries not to grip her hair too tightly, to move either her or his hips too much because he's trying to be polite, and he doesn't exactly know how hot it would be to have her gagging on him.
(Maybe a little hot, to have her pull away to breathe, to have a thin trail of saliva connecting her and his cock--)]
Weiss... [See? He remembers, calls her name in a low, heated tone as her rhythm kicks up and steadies. He tugs her hair, just a little, as he winds his fingers through it more completely.]
[ Good. Just say it like that, because it's definitely very encouraging. By no means it Weiss the type to play around and reward someone for treating her right, but she does shimmy closer and lean in a little more to take more of him in. She tests her own limits now, her hand brought further back to the base of his cock while her mouth takes care of the rest. Her free hand stays on his waist, a bit more weight on that end too as he holds onto him to keep steady.
The way his cock twitches in her mouth gets her to wonder— what would it be like if he was the one who moved, used her mouth like a pussy. But it's a thought that slips out of her head easily, more focused on getting him off with what she's doing now than anything else.
Maybe if she were here in this place longer, if she learned a few more things and became a bit more open, then. . . then maybe. She'd want to try that out, too.
As it is, she's in no rush to get all wild, but she does add a few more moans every now and then. It should be hot when it sounds like she's enjoying it, right? She spurs him further, pumping faster, breathing through her nose so she wouldn't have to stop. ]
[It's so, so hot when she moans around him, makes him moan in turn. His eyelids lower, just slightly, but he still tries to watch. Watch as she takes more of him into her mouth, pumps him as she swallows down more and more of him.
He's never had fantasies like this before, but something tells him he's going to start. Especially her moaning, because it means that she's enjoying it too, that she likes doing this sort of thing, and... Maybe she'll do it again, if they're here long enough.
His breath catches at the thought, and his hips jerk a little more, and he hunches forward a bit as the telltale tightness in his gut starts forming. This will be the first time he's ever come with someone else and oh, he should probably warn her, right?]
H-hey. [He starts, fumbling for words with a particularly loud moan as her tongue strokes along somewhere particularly sensitive.] Where should I...?
[Cum. He's going to hold out as long as he can because he wants to chase this pleasure longer, but this is important information he should probably has before he just lets go in her mouth.]
[ She thinks she hears him. His voice rings in her ear, but in between his moans, the sloppy noises with her mouth, and her own groans, she can't quite figure out what he wants.
If she ever put two and two together, it would be much later. What he barely gets out is pushed aside in favour of using her tongue more, holding onto his cock a little more as she pumps and tries to put a bit of control into the situation.
His own jerking movements do not get her to stop, but become more aware of her environment. At least, for now. Would him bucking his hips into her mouth mean that he's getting close? She takes it as a good thing, adding a bit more pressure with her tongue, sucking harder as if asking him to give her more, his seed and what she'd do with it the last thing on her mind. ]
[She doesn't answer. His mind reels at that, because does that mean she's going to swallow him and his seed down?
He grips her hair a little more tightly, starts to cant his hips just barely into her mouth, testing to see how much she can take, how much she lets him give her. She's already eagerly sucking down so much of him, and his chest heaves with the heavy panting that comes, his jaw hanging open as he tilts his head back and moans her name again.]
Weiss... Please? Please.
[He's not above begging when her mouth is so hot and tight and euphoric around him, and the way her fist is wrapped around the base of his cock as she pumps him like she is eager for him to release into her mouth. He's close, he's so, so close and it didn't even take all that long.]
Mmph— [ She can't particularly get him to slow down or stop, not when he's clearly enjoying himself. Her eyes open and she looks up him, seeing how his shoulders ride up and down as he pants like he's exhausted, or perhaps a desperate animal. She's unable to see his face from where she's kneeling, but she imagines with the way he says her name, dripping with need, the way he says "please", that she's doing good. That he's close.
He feels harder and hotter, when he pushes his cock further, brushing against her swollen wet lips. She's able to taste more of him, that saltiness, and something else that's foreign. Another time, she might think it unique— solely his. Solely hers at this moment in time, urging him, sucking on him, jacking him off.
Only when it feels like it's far too much for her, that he's far too deep that he might touch the back of her throat that she pulls her mouth away, compensating for her decision with bolder strokes. ]
[His entire body feels too warm in one shuddering wave that goes from head to toe. She pulls back, and his cock absolutely throbs in a way he's never felt before, but he doesn't have much time to think about because it's starting, the clench in his belly that he fumbles to get out words for, because he still has to at least tell her, right?]
Coming- I'm- Weiss, Weiss, Weiss...
[That's all she's going to be getting from him as he moans,, loud and long and chants her name like a prayer. She wanted him to be loud, right? They'd had a brief conversation about it, about how he thought it'd have been nice to know and that if she'd been louder it would have meant she'd enjoyed it more, right?
He wants her to know he's enjoying it, enjoys it as he hits his release harder than he's ever, and it's thanks to her.]
[ Her timing to let go and catch her breath and relax her jaw could not be any more wrong. Or perhaps, it was the best time to do so, after all? Kazuya cums, his seed leaving a trail on her tongue just before she manages to completely pull away. His taste is so hot and heavy on her mouth, and he leaves more of himself on her. Those pale cheeks of hers, red are stained with his own mark, some drip down her chin, her neck, adding to what he's already put on her earlier on.
It's hot— not in the way that turns her on. At least, not that she thinks right now, anyway. It's hot, wet, and it feels as if her skin is burning just from the contact. It feels as if steam might just start rising from her body from what he's done— what he's done to her. ]
Ah- [ It's unintentional, but in a bid to catch her breath, she swallows. Everything happens all at the same time, that the way her eyes gradually widen feels like a flower blooming in the spring. An innocence so prominent, so painfully obvious. . . corrupted by a wave of heat. Or in this case, the king of demons standing right before her. ]
What...
[ Kazuya???? She's looking up at you in disbelief right now, almost as if she's going to cry. WHAT DID YOU JUST DO ]
[It's unfortunate that it's already too late for her to pull away, that he's already coming hard as she does causing him to paint her face with it, and he inhales a sharp, shuddering breath as he does because he's not sure why she did pulled away like that?
Weiss hadn't answered him when he asked, had simply sucked him harder and more fervently in response like she wanted to swallow it all, every last thing he gave her.
So the fact it's on her now is... Confusing, but also incredibly hot. It's so hot that his cock jerks again with the last little bit of cum dribbling to the floor as he stares at her. His body feels warm. Pleasant. Hazy. He's having a hard time catching his breath, reflexively pets her hair because she looks so... confused? Is that what that is? He can't tell.]
[ Most times, Weiss can get very defensive. It's those times when she believes she's correct. But right now, when she's traversing a completely new path—doing something new and for the first time—she has nothing to defend herself with.
He did say something. But she also didn't understand any other cues he may have given her.
Rather than argue, she instead swallows (hah) her pride. Looking away, she brings up a hand to wipe his cum away from her face. God, even when it's on the side of her palm now, her face still feels like it's burning. Almost as if it would scar and leave a mark there forever. On her face, her neck, her tongue, down her throat... ]
I guess you did.
[ It's messy. She feels like a mess, and she feels dirty. This might be something she might need to think on some more... what exactly do people do when they give blowjobs? What does she want to do? What is expected of her? ]
[Oddly enough, now that it's done he feels a wave of... something wash over him. He's not quite sure what it is, but if he had to put a name to it, it's something somewhere between affection and possessiveness. She looks unsure. Sounds unsure, even, and he feels, other than that strange emotion, a little bad.]
Only if you wanted to? I didn't- I would have been happy if it'd ended up elsewhere too.
[The floor, he means, and is an easy guess judging by the way his eyes flick down to the carpet. It's probably not the worst thing it's seen, honestly.
But the wave of affectionate-possessiveness hits again and he moves in to kiss her, gently, tenderly, even if the result is him tasting himself as he does. It's not as terrible as he thought it would have been.]
[ She's going to have to read up on this. And. . . seek him out again another time once she's figured out what she wants to do the next time she puts a dick in her mouth.
Though she certainly didn't expect him to lean in and kiss her. It's affectionate, one that gets Weiss' shoulders to slack a little, leaves her arms feeling a little weak. Is she touched that he's trying to make her feel better? Just a little. Enough to make her want to close her eyes and lean into the kiss. ]
[That's why he tried asking... Maybe next time they should probably establish where exactly he's going to be coming before his dick is in her mouth.
That she's responding to the kiss is good though, and he sighs through his nose as a wave of affection washes over him. It's definitely the afterglow he's heard of, and he can't help but wonder just how amenable she'd be to laying back down so that he can pull her against his chest tightly and cuddle her.
He'll give it a try, pressing forward just a little as he kisses her, just to see if she will, in fact, lay back so that he can follow her down, letting a hand come up to wipe any remaining traces of himself up off her so he can cradle her cheek.]
[ Laying back is the farthest thing from her mind right now, but it's not an unwelcome idea, so to speak. Kazuya's coaxing works, and it does get Weiss to shimmy back a little, sitting on her ass as she slides back up the bed with him.
She could honestly use a shower, but with her back on the mattress, she also realises that maybe resting for a bit isn't so bad, either, even if she doesn't have any clothes on. It's not even because she's tired or anything— far from it.
It might just be because no one's ever touched her like this before. Her eyes merely follow his hands, looking at where he's wiping without saying a word. ]
[It really just feels like the right thing to do, to hold her and kiss her like this. He follows her down, body trembling just a little because he's still coming down from his orgasm induced high.
Honestly, he's thankful that she doesn't protest being laid back against the bed. It makes it easier to continue to kiss, to brush his thumb against her as he keeps- some distance between their bodies, though it's likely she'll feel heat radiating off of him like he's a furnace anyway.
Most likely due to the fact he's a fire aspected demon.
But still a demon, which means eventually that kissing is going to move back down to her jawline and throat, where he's... still kissing, but also using his tongue to clean up the traces of himself off her.]
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It doesn't help he stares, and Kazuya looks away, hands still very firmly clenched at his sides. It also has the effect of making him inhale sharply, unable to stop the small twitch of his hips into her hand as she wraps her hands around him.]
Oh.
[He breathes out the breath he'd been stuck on slowly. It's... a very good feeling. Her hands are so warm...
It makes it a little more embarrassing as more pre starts collecting at the tip of his cock just from that.]
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[ Wanting and willing as she may be, she's not knowledgeable about how to please someone. So, she hopes he'd actually tell her and give her cues if there's anything he wants.
Now, she leans in, not even stroking him yet or anything. Rather, she gives his crown a lick, the tip of her tongue having a taste. But it doesn't feel like it does anything? At least, not to her... So she opens her mouth a little more, letting the flat of her tongue have a pass at the head of his cock. She gets to taste him, but makes no noise of protest nor approval from it. Instead, she brings herself even closer, stroking him with her hand as she opens her mouth and takes the tip in to give it a suck.
Ah- she has no idea what she's doing, but the books she's read did describe things in this way. ]
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[It's the first certain thing he's said so far. And probably the last because while he can keep himself from bucking against her mouth at the investigatory lick, and even at the second more confident one, her stroking makes his cock twitch, and Kazuya makes a noise very near to a whimper as she strokes him with her hand and sucks on the tip of his cock.
The one of the hands balled at his side immediately comes up to his mouth, and he bites down hard on it to try and keep himself in line, and he inhales sharply through his nose.]
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See, Weiss would roll her eyes and bark back, but maybe she can just tease him about it another time. Her mouth is already busy elsewhere, after all.
It's new, and Weiss doesn't really know what to make of it just yet, but she's committed to get him off. And with him not saying anything, it does seem like she can keep going. Her tongue swirls around his head as she keeps her mouth on him, sucking on him and spreading a mix of his pre and her own saliva around his head. Each time she bobs her head down and takes him in is accompanied by a stroke of his cock, slowly finding a rhythm without taking too much of him just yet.
But the more Weiss continues, the more her confidence grows. She closes her eyes and lets her instincts take over, pushing herself just a little more as she takes in another inch, playful licks and swirls of the tongue as she blows him. ]
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Kazuya bites his hand harder as she toys with him, sucks on him and strokes him in tandem. This is all just on the head of his cock too, what would it feel like when she took more of him in her mouth?
He finds out shortly after wondering, and another whimper escapes, hips twitching forward just barely, just barely restrained. She's doing nothing to help the heat in his gut, the way he feels tight inside.
Except he can't just cum so fast, so easily. From what he understands of Asta, she would never let him hear the end of it. So he bites down on his hand harder, something to dull the pleasure he feels into something more manageable.
He tastes blood. Thinks nothing of it. It'll heal in short order anyway, there's no reason to care. No reason to think beyond the immediate that is her mouth on him.]
Y-Yeah...
[He says. Quiet, breathy.]
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[ That was sudden! Her eyes jolt open as she slows down, looking up at him. She doesn't look angry, at the very least, more surprised by him moving like that. It was as if it was going to reach the back of her throat, and that would not have been pleasant. At least, she doesn't think so...
But it seems he does like what she's doing, which means she's doing a good job. Does she take more, then? Maybe just a little bit, opening her mouth a little more to do so. Drool drips down the length of his cock, coating her fingers with it which somehow helps when she works him up further. This time, she keeps her eyes open and looks at him, almost as if she's telling him to keep his eyes on her, too.
She's got his dick in her mouth and she's on her knees for him with nothing else on. Should he look at her, just like what she wants, she'll look away as her eyes squint, almost as if that made her smile. And as she adds more fervour to how she strokes him, he just might realise that she would be smiling if she could. She's finding a rhythm here, and despite the saltiness, there's something about hearing his breathlessness and him slowly losing it that is absolutely encouraging. ]
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He's absolutely looking at her, the side of his hand still in his mouth as he resists the call to be louder. Why? Why would he muffle himself when he'd told her he thinks it'd have been hot if she were louder?
Slowly he removes his hand, lets it fall back down to his side and lets the few drops of blood from where he'd broken his own skin drip into the carpet where they only stay briefly before disappearing into black smoke. Kazuya tries, tries to catch her eyes as he places his other hand on her head for the need to hold onto something. Anything as his jaw hangs.
He's losing it a little faster than slowly, and the next sound that comes out is a long groan that hitches in the middle as she finds a rhythm, is rewarded for that by the taste of more pre dribbling out of the tip of his cock and onto her tongue.]
Asta... S'good.
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It's slow how she does it— how she pulls her mouth away after swirling her tongue around the head of his cock. Her hand stays where it is, having him in his grip without pumping. She looks up, looking a bit more flustered than before. ]
... so. That's not my real name.
[ She thought it would be funny to make up some name! She would have even said the whole thing: Asta Myrten. You know, like her sword, Myrtenaster. And yet, here she is, looking back at her past decisions and kicking herself for it. She likes her name! And she certainly would have liked it if it was used in that manner!
Gurl fucked up. ]
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Yeah?
[There's a needy tone to his voice, and it's clear he's not upset. He doesn't have the mind to be upset right now, and honestly, wouldn't be upset to begin with even if he had his normal faculties.
He breathes out hard, slowly winds his fingers through her hair though doesn't demand her mouth back on him as much as he wants to.]
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It's Weiss.
[ One last look, before she closes her eyes as she takes him in again. She's starts off slow, as if she's starting all over again and getting him worked up. His fingers in her hair spreads warmth all the way down to her toes, letting the hairs on her arm stand as it encourages her.
She starts pumping again at a slow pace as she bobs her head up and down, groaning every so often as she tastes him again, spreads his pre around his dick with her tongue, mixing it with her own spit. But she builds up, adds a bit more heat and fervour to her movements later on once she's found her rhythm again. Boy better remember her name, or else she's stopping altogether. ]
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His cock twitches in her mouth as she groans, the sound reverberating up into his belly where it feels like it stays just to kindle the rapidly growing warmth. He tries not to grip her hair too tightly, to move either her or his hips too much because he's trying to be polite, and he doesn't exactly know how hot it would be to have her gagging on him.
(Maybe a little hot, to have her pull away to breathe, to have a thin trail of saliva connecting her and his cock--)]
Weiss... [See? He remembers, calls her name in a low, heated tone as her rhythm kicks up and steadies. He tugs her hair, just a little, as he winds his fingers through it more completely.]
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The way his cock twitches in her mouth gets her to wonder— what would it be like if he was the one who moved, used her mouth like a pussy. But it's a thought that slips out of her head easily, more focused on getting him off with what she's doing now than anything else.
Maybe if she were here in this place longer, if she learned a few more things and became a bit more open, then. . . then maybe. She'd want to try that out, too.
As it is, she's in no rush to get all wild, but she does add a few more moans every now and then. It should be hot when it sounds like she's enjoying it, right? She spurs him further, pumping faster, breathing through her nose so she wouldn't have to stop. ]
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He's never had fantasies like this before, but something tells him he's going to start. Especially her moaning, because it means that she's enjoying it too, that she likes doing this sort of thing, and... Maybe she'll do it again, if they're here long enough.
His breath catches at the thought, and his hips jerk a little more, and he hunches forward a bit as the telltale tightness in his gut starts forming. This will be the first time he's ever come with someone else and oh, he should probably warn her, right?]
H-hey. [He starts, fumbling for words with a particularly loud moan as her tongue strokes along somewhere particularly sensitive.] Where should I...?
[Cum. He's going to hold out as long as he can because he wants to chase this pleasure longer, but this is important information he should probably has before he just lets go in her mouth.]
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If she ever put two and two together, it would be much later. What he barely gets out is pushed aside in favour of using her tongue more, holding onto his cock a little more as she pumps and tries to put a bit of control into the situation.
His own jerking movements do not get her to stop, but become more aware of her environment. At least, for now. Would him bucking his hips into her mouth mean that he's getting close? She takes it as a good thing, adding a bit more pressure with her tongue, sucking harder as if asking him to give her more, his seed and what she'd do with it the last thing on her mind. ]
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He grips her hair a little more tightly, starts to cant his hips just barely into her mouth, testing to see how much she can take, how much she lets him give her. She's already eagerly sucking down so much of him, and his chest heaves with the heavy panting that comes, his jaw hanging open as he tilts his head back and moans her name again.]
Weiss... Please? Please.
[He's not above begging when her mouth is so hot and tight and euphoric around him, and the way her fist is wrapped around the base of his cock as she pumps him like she is eager for him to release into her mouth. He's close, he's so, so close and it didn't even take all that long.]
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He feels harder and hotter, when he pushes his cock further, brushing against her swollen wet lips. She's able to taste more of him, that saltiness, and something else that's foreign. Another time, she might think it unique— solely his. Solely hers at this moment in time, urging him, sucking on him, jacking him off.
Only when it feels like it's far too much for her, that he's far too deep that he might touch the back of her throat that she pulls her mouth away, compensating for her decision with bolder strokes. ]
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Coming- I'm- Weiss, Weiss, Weiss...
[That's all she's going to be getting from him as he moans,, loud and long and chants her name like a prayer. She wanted him to be loud, right? They'd had a brief conversation about it, about how he thought it'd have been nice to know and that if she'd been louder it would have meant she'd enjoyed it more, right?
He wants her to know he's enjoying it, enjoys it as he hits his release harder than he's ever, and it's thanks to her.]
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It's hot— not in the way that turns her on. At least, not that she thinks right now, anyway. It's hot, wet, and it feels as if her skin is burning just from the contact. It feels as if steam might just start rising from her body from what he's done— what he's done to her. ]
Ah- [ It's unintentional, but in a bid to catch her breath, she swallows. Everything happens all at the same time, that the way her eyes gradually widen feels like a flower blooming in the spring. An innocence so prominent, so painfully obvious. . . corrupted by a wave of heat. Or in this case, the king of demons standing right before her. ]
What...
[ Kazuya???? She's looking up at you in disbelief right now, almost as if she's going to cry. WHAT DID YOU JUST DO ]
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Weiss hadn't answered him when he asked, had simply sucked him harder and more fervently in response like she wanted to swallow it all, every last thing he gave her.
So the fact it's on her now is... Confusing, but also incredibly hot. It's so hot that his cock jerks again with the last little bit of cum dribbling to the floor as he stares at her. His body feels warm. Pleasant. Hazy. He's having a hard time catching his breath, reflexively pets her hair because she looks so... confused? Is that what that is? He can't tell.]
I told you...?
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He did say something. But she also didn't understand any other cues he may have given her.
Rather than argue, she instead swallows (hah) her pride. Looking away, she brings up a hand to wipe his cum away from her face. God, even when it's on the side of her palm now, her face still feels like it's burning. Almost as if it would scar and leave a mark there forever. On her face, her neck, her tongue, down her throat... ]
I guess you did.
[ It's messy. She feels like a mess, and she feels dirty. This might be something she might need to think on some more... what exactly do people do when they give blowjobs? What does she want to do? What is expected of her? ]
Should I have kept going?
[ help ]
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Only if you wanted to? I didn't- I would have been happy if it'd ended up elsewhere too.
[The floor, he means, and is an easy guess judging by the way his eyes flick down to the carpet. It's probably not the worst thing it's seen, honestly.
But the wave of affectionate-possessiveness hits again and he moves in to kiss her, gently, tenderly, even if the result is him tasting himself as he does. It's not as terrible as he thought it would have been.]
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[ She's going to have to read up on this. And. . . seek him out again another time once she's figured out what she wants to do the next time she puts a dick in her mouth.
Though she certainly didn't expect him to lean in and kiss her. It's affectionate, one that gets Weiss' shoulders to slack a little, leaves her arms feeling a little weak. Is she touched that he's trying to make her feel better? Just a little. Enough to make her want to close her eyes and lean into the kiss. ]
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That she's responding to the kiss is good though, and he sighs through his nose as a wave of affection washes over him. It's definitely the afterglow he's heard of, and he can't help but wonder just how amenable she'd be to laying back down so that he can pull her against his chest tightly and cuddle her.
He'll give it a try, pressing forward just a little as he kisses her, just to see if she will, in fact, lay back so that he can follow her down, letting a hand come up to wipe any remaining traces of himself up off her so he can cradle her cheek.]
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She could honestly use a shower, but with her back on the mattress, she also realises that maybe resting for a bit isn't so bad, either, even if she doesn't have any clothes on. It's not even because she's tired or anything— far from it.
It might just be because no one's ever touched her like this before. Her eyes merely follow his hands, looking at where he's wiping without saying a word. ]
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Honestly, he's thankful that she doesn't protest being laid back against the bed. It makes it easier to continue to kiss, to brush his thumb against her as he keeps- some distance between their bodies, though it's likely she'll feel heat radiating off of him like he's a furnace anyway.
Most likely due to the fact he's a fire aspected demon.
But still a demon, which means eventually that kissing is going to move back down to her jawline and throat, where he's... still kissing, but also using his tongue to clean up the traces of himself off her.]
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I DID NOT KNOW YOU TAGGED ME...
IVE BEEN WAITING.... LIKE HACHIKO
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