[ It was indeed an abrupt end to this joyride of theirs, but that very same cold water splashing him at least gives back some of that clarity they'd both been sorely lacking the longer this went on. This was...more explosive than he ever would have thought it'd have been. He doesn't know enough about Weiss as a person beyond his first impression that she's an honest, good person despite her ribbing on his ass so much out the gate, but...he wonders; was this the same feeling for her? Their food hadn't been laced with any aphrodisiac, and if it was? It was far too subtle in trace that by the time they made their own choices (at least, Ragna did...), that had nothing to do with it.
Weiss holding his hand the way she did had nothing to do with it. His choice to accept her kisses, and to allow himself to yield and give up everything to her had nothing to do with it. Their food and drink, in actuality, was absolved of any goading from the House. They were stuck in an elevator, and yet the moment he told her that he was okay with this. With her. He refused to back away from his own words. If she was his "First", somebody that actually soldiered forward as the one that helped him feel okay with being touched, and encouraged him in touching her back... It wasn't just this experience on a sexual level that was going to be keeping him awake at night.
Ragna was going to have a lot to consider and think about in the coming days. Heh. Coming. Even if she did one helluva job with her hands towards the end too, the twisting in opposite directions to make sure that every single inch of him wasn't left unattended. His reaction was one of near breathlessness, torn between watching her hands work and pump him up and down the way they do and the fleck of apology in her gaze...until they're both entranced in what was happening when he does find his release. ]
Holy shit, Weiss...
[ Even if she didn't let him cum inside her, even if so much was "going to waste", the splashing mess that's dropped along his lower abdomen, some of his cum pooling in his navel, at least she leaned back far enough that he didn't go getting any in her hair or all over her face. ...tempting a prospect as that sight would have been as his dick aches and throbs. If she didn't touch him again, he'd go back down eventually, but as their eyes meet and her face is flush, it seems as if they haven't the slightest idea what to do next...
That is until Ragna follows his own instincts, his hands moving from their spot from her thighs earlier and roaming inward. ]
Hey... [ That was good. Really good. And he wants to tell her exactly that. He doesn't really have any bark in him right now. There's a gentleness and care in his voice when his hand slides further up her thigh, beneath her skirt now that she wasn't riding him anymore. The Elusive Kind Ragna. ] Did you come yet?
[ Because if she didn't stop him, verbally or physically, that barely throbbing clit of hers, those pounded walls of hers wouldn't be left abandoned for very long as his fingertips brush just above her pussy. Sorry if he couldn't tell or not. She was twitching and tapping around him so rapidly before this was over, clinging to him so desperately while she tightened to the point it felt like he could get pushed out if he stopped thrusting so hard... ]
[ Weiss is a few seconds delayed when she recognises that someone's talking to her. He said something, right? She didn't just imagine things? So she shakes her head slowly in response. The whispers of the Trio wondering if anyone came already aren't things she can hear, though Ragna might be able to if it's a bit more conscious about his surroundings than she is.
When his hand does make its way between her thighs, the very sensation gets her to tense up a little. She's not overstimulated or anything, but compared to him? She's going to need to be warmed up a little more. Like a balloon that was being blown air into, the moment it stopped with nothing to keep the rest of the air in? She's been deflated. She can keep going, her mind is raring to go, but her body needs a gentle touch first. ]
You'll... you'll need to slow down.
[ With her, she means. Please take it slow. It might hurt otherwise. At least, that's what her gut is telling her, since even a simple touch is already making her feel so on edge, and not in a good way. ]
I didn't want to leave this place all messy... [ She doesn't need to explain, surely, but it feels like she has to justify herself in case he's feeling disappointed about the whole thing. They were both so into it, after all.
Fortunately, the Teasing Trio's picked up on what's going on. Rejoicing and annoucing "Someone came! Hurray!" This isn't a party, and it only makes Weiss more flustered, reaching for the box of wet tissues that somehow is suddenly right there next to the chair. It definitely wasn't there this whole time. . . yet another gift from the painting. ]
[ No, she didn't imagine anything. Not this chance meeting, not how easily he got riled up by simple words that brought a smile back to her face, not this explosive romp in an elevator where he shoves the phantoms to the furthest back corner of his mind. All Ragna wants to see and hear is her, perched in his lap like she is while his arousal gradually, slowly starts to soften up before eventually coming to rest against his exposed stomach. The Trio do indeed, unfortunately, creep their way back into his earspace. But by this stage they're less disturbing and unsettling in a haunted sense, and more...genuinely annoying and liable for pissing him off. He grits his teeth as he cranes his head back a look to the cardigan-covered portrait. ]
Tch.
[ He still has a more pressing matter in his lap right now. And he doesn't want to take too much attention away from her when, he can only assume by her words that, no... He stopped her. They stopped one another from letting her achieve another thrilling orgasm off this new ride. So when she tells him to slow down, his eyes trail lower to between her legs. It's difficult to see much of anything with the skirt in the way right now, but it doesn't take a rocket scientist to know where he wants his hand to go anyway. ]
O-Oh... Right. [ Although now that she's made it perfectly clear, the pad of his fingers begin to stroke up and down, back and forth just over where her entrance was soaking and her clit was subtly throbbing. To be brought this close to the edge only to get pulled back for the big leap... ] We could always go back up...use my shower or bath.
[ He doesn't mean together, but if she was worried about a mess...one worse than one they've made of her hands and his pelvic area with his cum, it's the first thing that crops into his head. Casino? What casino. ...He still wants to go with her now, but when life gives you lemons and there's the chance to make lemonade, why not offer his place to her? Who knows how much longer he'll have it for before the House sorts him into the deck properly with the rest?
As Weiss reaches for the sudden box of wet tissues that manifest on a little stand beside their lounging chair, the Teasing Trio's rejoicing acts like a second barb to the mood. They're the biggest pains in the ass here right now! His face turns redder. ]
None of your goddamn business you creepy ass voyeurs!
[ But...
Ragna still hasn't even thought about them leaving the elevator yet, has he? Has Weiss remembered the stipulations? Was it easy to think straight when his index and middle fingers brush over her throbbing clit, stroking her folds in the process? He's only just started touching her again, more directly...he was just inside of her moments earlier. This hot, wet heat of hers was stretched so damn nice on his cock and he denied her the chance to keep clinging to him all the way to the very end.
His touch is gentle at least, slow, curious as he huskily queries her: ]
[ Her hands reach for his wrist, not quite clinging to him in the same way she was doing so earlier, but she just knows that any rougher, a bit more pressure, and it wouldn't feel the same. That high she was chasing earlier would be gone completely. So she holds onto him, not even caring about the painting or what's going on that isn't on this chair. She'll guide him, letting out a shaky breath before saying so. ]
Stay still for me...
[ She moves her hips slowly, until it feels like the pads of his fingers aren't by her clit anymore. It'd be embarrassing to lift her skirt and show him, so Ragna will have to be content with what he can feel, instead. ]
Can you make me feel good here?
[ It's a roundabout way of asking him to fuck her with his fingers, but she also can't really say something so uncouth out loud. Her hold of his wrists loosen a little to let him move the way he wants to, while those blue eyes of hers seek his gaze. At least, for a second. And then she looks away. ]
... we... can go back up after this, if you wanted.
[ Though if they end up in another sexy elevator ride going down after wards, then... maybe it's best to never take the elevator again gasdfgfd ]
[ Thankfully, Weiss is quick to give him that guidance. Even when his cheeks fluster and his head continues to pound rhythmically when she continues to guide his left hand upon a shaken breath. He hardly cares about the fact that he's still a bit of a mess, stained abdomen and all when he was finding his focus shifting onto her pleasure. At least...what he hopes is her pleasure. This is ALL foreign territory to him, but his "First" isn't such a bad student either. At least...when he's not incessantly barking and complaining.
Comes with age, being able to focus more. Especially when she's being more forthcoming with him and actually telling him what she wants. Thankfully she didn't need to be more explicit to get her point across. Not when his digits become more slick with her juices. So not there...not her clit now. Hmm. Did that hurt? Like being overstimulated down south himself...or perhaps it was that much more concentrated. His fingers continue to rub and stroke her folds for now, getting a feel for what he can't see.
Their eyes meet, his gloved hand upon her thigh for purchase while she looks away and accepts that they can go back up... Those eyes of hers were so bright. Not glowing, no, but they were among the myriad of other things he was going to have one helluva time getting out of his head. ...Not that he was ever going to want to. He can't help himself, however, as his palm shifts so that he can get a better angle beneath her skirt.
No goading by the Trio. If they have something to say, they can stuff it, but, honestly, someone so little atop his lap, taking the lead like she did and now looking so shy... ]
So that's cute.
[ Crush this, crush that, if she has something to say, at least he's not covering her mouth when it's his ring and middle fingers together sliding inside of her, green and red eyes broadening in surprise in the moment at how tight it still was around him. But this is what she wanted, right? Not too fast, now. But...she really was riding high with him before. He can't just drag this out, can he? He shouldn't...which is why he starts working his wrist back and forth, keeping his digits straight for now as the wet squelch of fucking her with them mingles in the air around them once more. ]
[ His response isn't something that makes sense to her right now, especially when her body and brain are playing catch up. She really can just end it here, but she wants to continue. If he came, they got their card, they followed through on what the painting wanted them to do. The elevator can move now, probably! But she's selfish. She's not going to let him be the only one who ends up finishing. That would just be unfair! Though that may just be the disappointment in her talking, because she was so, so close... ]
Mm... like that. . .
[ You can explain a little better, Ragna. Tell her what you meant by that while you slip your fingers in her.
And even that already gets her clit to tingle in excitement again, even without the contact. She can feel him brushing against those nerves even from the inside with how oversensitive she is, so she closes her eyes and steadies her breath, even just for a little while. Her hands end up on the ends of her skirt over her thighs, holding onto them gently for now. It won't take long to bring her back to the edge of that cliff again, at least, and he'll see that once her grip of her skirt tightens later on. ]
[ He'll see it. He'll most certainly feel it judging by how excited her body was getting again. He was no expert; this was literally the first time he ever fingered somebody like this. But while he still has clarity, and while she continues to ride her way towards the top of that cliff again as he brushes a sensitive bundle of nerves...he's at least listening to her. ]
How shy you looked, asking me to make you feel good right here.
[ Right as his digits give a slight curl, pumping in and out of her closer towards her entrance as he looses another heated sigh. Even now, as Weiss closes her eyes and steadies her breath amidst Ragna's stroking her insides. Even now as she hugs the edge of her skirt in her hands. For a girl that was riding someone like him so enthusiastically moments ago, she still managed to look so pure in his lap...and he's learning a LOT about himself in record time. And that she's...getting him excited all over again as fucking her on his hand like this, his pace building from earlier, was stirring his arousal from its semi-hardened state.
Not that he expects her to give him any more attention as it stiffens and fills out again. Not when Ragna's still more focused on giving her what she deserves. ]
It's a startled noise that escapes her, but she can't even get mad at him for saying something so embarrassing when he's got his fingers inside her. Not that any words of protest would even have any effect with her walls tighten around his fingers even more just from that. Idiot... He's an idiot! She was being so nice to him, and now he's doing this... >:T
It might be difficult to tell if she's huffing in indignation or if he's doing so well in taking care of her and making her feel good, but her breathing does become heavier a minute or two later. Her hands find his wrists again, letting go of her dress when she realises that she not only wants to reach her peak, but also for more contact. She's already told someone that she likes kissing, handholding— anything to make it feel like there's some sort of connection between her and her partner, and it holds true even now. Just holding him again like this adds to the sensation of pleasure, though it's only for a moment that she looks at him.
... he's getting hard again. She can't take care of him again here! They're going to have to move at some point, so keep it in your pants if you can even put them back on, Ragna! ]
[ Ah! So he's onto something. For once, he's got a leg up on her in the teasing department. Whether or not he uses this newfound ammunition to his advantage down the road, she seems to be gripping his fingers tighter than before. ...Yeah, no. He's pulling the trigger on that one real quick. ]
It feels even tighter...
[ Another minute passes, his hand not getting tired in the slightest at the pace that he continues to pump and stroke, only this time he buries his fingers just a little deeper as his freed hand is held in hers. As for where her attention is currently, at least Ragna doesn't stop fucking her as their eyes both trail down to his sensitive, twitching dick between them. ]
Hey, [ He swallows, heaving a sigh as his cock throbs. ] Don't worry about me, yeah?
[ If she says something about it though, he's...well what else was he supposed to say?! She's hot. He's currently fucking her on his hand and working her towards an orgasm (he hopes?!), and he sure as hell wasn't going to lie there limp dicked through it all when he's trusted her in a myriad of ways to let him enjoy her. ]
[ He really just won't stop talking, huh? He's still pointing things out, and she almost wants to smack his face for it. Almost. At the very least, Weiss manages to control herself and doesn't do any of that. She lets him continue, building up the pressure that's welling within her. When he angles his hand differently and buries his fingers deeper inside her, she rolls her hips in turn. She moves with him, encourages him to move his hand more. She can handle it better now, and if her thighs twitching again and her pussy gripping his fingers tightly was any indication, he's doing well in taking care of her.
She'd noticed his erection, but things have changed. She's a bit more concern about her own release now, her walls coating his fingers with her juices, flushing his own out in the process. Her breathing grows heavier and heavier as she surrenders herself to this and closes her eyes. Hopefully she doesn't hold onto his hand too hard the longer this goes, because she doesn't want to hurt him amidst all this. ]
A little more, a little more...
[ There's desperation in her, in wanting release this badly even though she was the one who denied them of it earlier on. The show Ragna's become privy to isn't over yet though. He could barely see her lose herself in ecstasy as she bounced on his dick earlier since she was clinging so tightly to him, but at least he's getting what he missed out on now. It isn't an explosive orgasm by any means, but the higher she goes, the more satisfying the drop is for her. Everything in her world just stops, tightens, and turns dark for a second or two, until it feels like she's been holding the longest breath of her entire life.
When she finally comes, it's with the most relieved sigh she could possibly give. Loud, with so much satisfaction from how long she'd been holding it in. Her hold of his wrist loosens not long after, and now it's become a fight to stay up right on his lap... ]
[ Unfortunately(?) for Weiss, what neither of them knew at this current point in time was that she had bagged herself a real idiot in this Crimson Calamity. Their only mutual reprieve was that, at least for the Grim Reaper, he was going to have a lot of time to think. Time that can be occupied far later when he wasn't currently in the middle of building that pressure in her abdomen when he can feel her thigh twitching in his hand, and her pussy gripping his fingers tighter. How could he not get hard riling her back up this way? If he were addled with lust and swimming in aphrodisiacs, Weiss might have had a cause for concern that her makeshift partner in this elevator might have just wanted to push for another round.
With a clear head though, he also wouldn't have said no if she found herself coming around to asking if he wanted more. But in the meantime, he continues to pump his fingers, the white-haired man's head rolling back for a moment as he arches to get more comfortable having been lying for so long. That in turn has his hips rolling upwards slightly, his renewed arousal throbbing as if it were desperate attention. But neither one would grant it when he's equally as keen on taking care of her. Following the pleas in her voice and the desperation Weiss carries with her as she rides his hand, giving him another show from the best seat in the house as pleasure is written all over her face. ]
Yeah...come on...come on...
[ Right when his fingers drag back along the anterior of her walls...the pads of his fingers brushing a little textured spot that stirs his curiosity. She's so wet, hot and tight...but this spot... Ah. Seems that he's found something of a button all on his own when Weiss he feels her entire body tense, Ragna's own hand thrusting and rubbing along her g-spot as she lets out the most relieved sigh imaginable. She sounds and feels as good as she looks...he can only imagine what she tasted like if he had the wherewithal to make her lounge back on this chair. Luckily for little Miss Schnee in the Grim Reaper's lap though, she hardly hurt him even as her grip on his wrist rendered knuckle-white.
There. That time he gets it. He doesn't need to ask, he thinks, as her hold of him loosens and his fingers remain inside her for the time being, now gently stroking instead of attacking her most sensitive spot. It's only fair, yeah? She stroked him long throughout his own orgasm earlier. ]
Better?
[ Said with a hand upon her exposed breast with another gentle knead too. Hey, whatever works to keep her upright on his lap, right? ]
[ There definitely doesn't need to be any questions asked about this. She does want to lay down for a bit though, but any moment of reprieve granted to her helps. At least, after she rides this orgasm out anyway, Ragna prolonging those waves of pleasure as he keeps inside her for a bit longer. ]
... Better.
[ Weiss opens her eyes slowly, how bright the lights have become not at all pleasant to her at this time. It's something she'll get used to later on though, once she feels more awake. More normal. ]
We should probably get up now.
[ She'll wait until he's pulled out of her and gives her some sort of signal that she can move before doing so. She does have to shift a little and pull her panties back up before standing up, after all. Sorry about your new boner, Ragna... Weiss is done in this elevator, and she has no intention of asking about what he wants after this. If he wants to go another round, he'll have to be the one to ask. Maybe another time, when she's more comfortable around him.
[ It seems that the Teasing Trio have indeed had their fill of the couple. Even though Weiss got creative with her Glyphs and barred their sight of it all, the bickering, the affection that seeped through the cracks and the seeming genuine care they took in each other despite only just meeting... There was no prompting any of that once the two of them got carried away. Drawing his hand out of her, he instinctively wipes it on the side of his pants, uncaring of the stain of her juices that'll stay there as the lighting in the elevator is fully restored. Thank god the chair wasn't getting blipped out of existence so abruptly on them. ]
Yeah, you're probably right.
[ And while he's feeling the thrumming sensation that tells him he could go again, at least it won't take too much work to will himself to calm down as she stands back up upon pulling her panties back on. Ragna, meanwhile, does a crunch sitting upright, until he's straddling the seat with his dick still hanging out. It's not the most dignified position he can take, but while he's still a bit of a mess around his stomach and pelvic area...
Ragna's going to just. Take a huge wad of those tissues now, thank you very much, cheeks still afluster while he works on patting himself down and tossing the messy tissues off to the side. The Trio, thinking fast, manifest a little waste bin that catches it. sdfalkj ]
Hey, did you, uh... [ ...Yes, Ragna? ] ...Wanna go back to my place? If you wanna use my bath or shower?
[ Oh. So he's not asking for another round after all...
If I didn't say so earlier, I'd be teasing you now about asking someone you just met to come up to your suite to use your bath...
[ Basically? He doesn't really need to ask like that now, but she does appreciate it. She had to turn around to put her panties back on and all, but once she's... ready, she figures it really is best to go back up even for just a few minutes to clean up. This is not the most ideal place to have sex. It should have been a given, but experiencing it? Yeah... that's a no for next time.
For her serious answer, though? ]
That'd be nice, actually. And we can go to the casino later on? A nice warm bubblebath sounds good. Probably not at the same time as you, though.
Hah. [ Okay, maybe it's because she's opened him up in more ways than one. While he's not exactly sassing her, he does concede defeat to her yet again. At least she wasn't harping on him "having a crush", anymore. ] I'll take that as "Yes, Mr. Crimson Calamity".
[ Thankfully, it doesn't take much to wipe himself up. Especially when he gets the feeling they're heading back up to his Jack Suite anyway. If they really were keen on heading down, Ragna would have spent more time wiping away the excess mess left behind. Instead, he zips himself back up, buttons his dress shirt back up, not realizing it's misaligned, and pushes himself back to his feet alongside her. Phew. He wasn't getting sore down there, but as he arches his back and stretches...
Definitely feeling some of that strain from such surprisingly strenuous exercise now. In his eyes now, though? Absolutely worth it. But he won't talk about what just happened anymore. Not unless she asks or talks about it. Instead, he sets a hand on his hip and shifts his focus to the...sigh, the wall. More specifically, a certain painting that's covered up. ]
Sounds good to me. I can shower while you take a bath anyway.
[ The perks of having both— separate and generously spacious. ]
Want me to grab your pullover?
[ "YES! Please! It's so stuffy under here, and we can't see a thing." ]
Can you freaks even GET stuffy under there?? [ Well, despite the tension that grips his spine, on the surface, Ragna's at least a lot less fearful. More like he's done with their shit. Before he can pull off the cardigan and give it back to Weiss, though...he's got an idea. ] Or you bastards just jealous you missed the show?
[ "How uncouth! W-We were perfectly content in just listening to how adorable you two were in the throes of passion." ]
Oh yeah? [ Fascinating. ] So you DON'T mind if I keep this thing on you three?
You're gonna send us back up so we can wash up. THEN we're gonna come right back in here and go all the way down to the lobby. Keep your mouths shut and don't try anymore bullshit? I get rid of your little curtain.
[ ...hrrrrngh it would be nice to see them explore their ~Feelings~ together. But. They do wanna see. And these two did give them quite the meal. A feast for the eyes at first, and especially the ears.
Sure enough, the elevator begins to move. And at least for the moment? It feels as if that ghoulish presence is gone. When Ragna takes the cardigan off the portrait, the Teasing Trio painting isn't moving anymore. The eyes don't look like they're following them. ...That or they don't want to make eye contact with Ragna anymore. adfslkj But hey. Problem solved? He returns what rightfully belongs to Weiss, back to her. ]
[ That gets a huff out of her. Right, right. At least Weiss is smiling when she says: ]
Yes, Mr. Crimson Calamity.
[ She'll give him some privacy as he fixes himself, back turned from him and the painting that's seemingly celebrating their victory. When Ragna talks back at them, she finally turns around, more to watch and see if there's anything she can even add to the conversation. It does look like he's got a handle of things though, which is nice.
He was so terrified of the painting earlier on!
Once he's gotten her cardigan back and is offering it to her, she takes it back but doesn't put it on right away. Up close, she can see that he's done his best to button his shirt up. Though it would seem his best isn't good enough.
She points at her own chest, at the centre of it where the first button would normally would be. Hopefully he'll get the message. ]
[ He didn't quite know it or accept it yet, but he had certain @ angel to thank for calming his nerves. That, and while he was indeed terrified of them at first...the longer he was forced to stick around them and keep his attentions on Weiss, the easier it became to see that they...weren't that bad. Which basically means that if Ragna barks loud enough and forces himself to be enough of an asshole to ghosts, he can brute-force his way through his fears. ...Maybe. Most of the time. Don't test that theory. He's moving in, Weiss... ]
Huh? [ He leans in to have a closer look at where she's pointing at her chest...before cluing in pretty quick at what she meant as he peers down at himself before standing up straight. ] Crap, is it uneven? Whatever, it doesn't matter, I'll just...
[ ...Forget it. Is what he was going to say until he looked back into Weiss' eyes. She wasn't even trying to play up the charm or flashing him a particular look. It was just...kindness. Simple, honest, kindness in her eyes. Something he says nothing about as his rose dusts his cheeks for her again. ]
You had a tie on earlier, didn't you? Do you normally wear one at home?
[ That would have been fun to put back on... But maybe she's just a nerd about these sorts of things.
In any case, she does drape her cardigan over her arm as she reaches for his shirt. With the buttons misaligned, she does have to unbutton a couple just to get everything straightened out. She's careful about it all. It's not like she's going to hurt him by simply unbuttoning and buttoning his shirt, but it's already become creased enough. And once everything is in order and she's satisfied, she takes a step back to admire her work, a hand on her hip. ]
There we go. Now it's like you did nothing crazy in an elevator just now.
[ The Teasing Trio finds all this cute, too, but they do have their end of the bargain to still give out. This was meant to be an elevator that was supposed to move a couple of floors down, but it slowly moves back up anyway, back to the landing area for the next set of elevators that can take them up to the royal suites. ]
Not particularly. [ He sucks it up and lets himself stand perfectly still for her while she unbuttons and readjusts for him, rubbing the back of his neck. ] I tend to wear tops up to my collar. Not gonna lie...still feel a bit naked without my usual gear.
[ Not to say anything about literally getting half-naked with Weiss just now. If he wants to ask about what she usually wears back home, since he figures most of everyone lost their equipment, Ragna can find the time to do that after they got out of the elevator. Besides, he still has questions about that stunt she pulled earlier with those magic sigils. They both take a respective step back when she's done buttoning him up, and he gives himself a brief onceover before letting a smile return to his lips. ]
Thanks.
[ "Now it's like you did nothing crazy in an elevator just now." ]
Nope. Just your plain ol', regular ride down.
[ Only they both knew damn well this "ride" was anything but regular. Nor was he going to be forgetting this any time soon. The blush on his face hasn't waned either, whether he recognizes it or not.
He'd thank her, but...even he gets the feeling that doing that would make things weird again. Especially when he wouldn't be doing it for the sex.
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Weiss holding his hand the way she did had nothing to do with it. His choice to accept her kisses, and to allow himself to yield and give up everything to her had nothing to do with it. Their food and drink, in actuality, was absolved of any goading from the House. They were stuck in an elevator, and yet the moment he told her that he was okay with this. With her. He refused to back away from his own words. If she was his "First", somebody that actually soldiered forward as the one that helped him feel okay with being touched, and encouraged him in touching her back... It wasn't just this experience on a sexual level that was going to be keeping him awake at night.
Ragna was going to have a lot to consider and think about in the coming days.
Heh. Coming.Even if she did one helluva job with her hands towards the end too, the twisting in opposite directions to make sure that every single inch of him wasn't left unattended. His reaction was one of near breathlessness, torn between watching her hands work and pump him up and down the way they do and the fleck of apology in her gaze...until they're both entranced in what was happening when he does find his release. ]Holy shit, Weiss...
[ Even if she didn't let him cum inside her, even if so much was "going to waste", the splashing mess that's dropped along his lower abdomen, some of his cum pooling in his navel, at least she leaned back far enough that he didn't go getting any in her hair or all over her face. ...tempting a prospect as that sight would have been as his dick aches and throbs. If she didn't touch him again, he'd go back down eventually, but as their eyes meet and her face is flush, it seems as if they haven't the slightest idea what to do next...
That is until Ragna follows his own instincts, his hands moving from their spot from her thighs earlier and roaming inward. ]
Hey... [ That was good. Really good. And he wants to tell her exactly that. He doesn't really have any bark in him right now. There's a gentleness and care in his voice when his hand slides further up her thigh, beneath her skirt now that she wasn't riding him anymore.
The Elusive Kind Ragna.] Did you come yet?[ Because if she didn't stop him, verbally or physically, that barely throbbing clit of hers, those pounded walls of hers wouldn't be left abandoned for very long as his fingertips brush just above her pussy. Sorry if he couldn't tell or not. She was twitching and tapping around him so rapidly before this was over, clinging to him so desperately while she tightened to the point it felt like he could get pushed out if he stopped thrusting so hard... ]
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When his hand does make its way between her thighs, the very sensation gets her to tense up a little. She's not overstimulated or anything, but compared to him? She's going to need to be warmed up a little more. Like a balloon that was being blown air into, the moment it stopped with nothing to keep the rest of the air in? She's been deflated. She can keep going, her mind is raring to go, but her body needs a gentle touch first. ]
You'll... you'll need to slow down.
[ With her, she means. Please take it slow. It might hurt otherwise. At least, that's what her gut is telling her, since even a simple touch is already making her feel so on edge, and not in a good way. ]
I didn't want to leave this place all messy... [ She doesn't need to explain, surely, but it feels like she has to justify herself in case he's feeling disappointed about the whole thing. They were both so into it, after all.
Fortunately, the Teasing Trio's picked up on what's going on. Rejoicing and annoucing "Someone came! Hurray!" This isn't a party, and it only makes Weiss more flustered, reaching for the box of wet tissues that somehow is suddenly right there next to the chair. It definitely wasn't there this whole time. . . yet another gift from the painting. ]
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Tch.
[ He still has a more pressing matter in his lap right now. And he doesn't want to take too much attention away from her when, he can only assume by her words that, no... He stopped her. They stopped one another from letting her achieve another thrilling orgasm off this new ride. So when she tells him to slow down, his eyes trail lower to between her legs. It's difficult to see much of anything with the skirt in the way right now, but it doesn't take a rocket scientist to know where he wants his hand to go anyway. ]
O-Oh... Right. [ Although now that she's made it perfectly clear, the pad of his fingers begin to stroke up and down, back and forth just over where her entrance was soaking and her clit was subtly throbbing. To be brought this close to the edge only to get pulled back for the big leap... ] We could always go back up...use my shower or bath.
[ He doesn't mean together, but if she was worried about a mess...one worse than one they've made of her hands and his pelvic area with his cum, it's the first thing that crops into his head. Casino? What casino. ...He still wants to go with her now, but when life gives you lemons and there's the chance to make lemonade, why not offer his place to her? Who knows how much longer he'll have it for before the House sorts him into the deck properly with the rest?
As Weiss reaches for the sudden box of wet tissues that manifest on a little stand beside their lounging chair, the Teasing Trio's rejoicing acts like a second barb to the mood. They're the biggest pains in the ass here right now! His face turns redder. ]
None of your goddamn business you creepy ass voyeurs!
[ But...
Ragna still hasn't even thought about them leaving the elevator yet, has he? Has Weiss remembered the stipulations? Was it easy to think straight when his index and middle fingers brush over her throbbing clit, stroking her folds in the process? He's only just started touching her again, more directly...he was just inside of her moments earlier. This hot, wet heat of hers was stretched so damn nice on his cock and he denied her the chance to keep clinging to him all the way to the very end.
His touch is gentle at least, slow, curious as he huskily queries her: ]
This slow enough?
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Stay still for me...
[ She moves her hips slowly, until it feels like the pads of his fingers aren't by her clit anymore. It'd be embarrassing to lift her skirt and show him, so Ragna will have to be content with what he can feel, instead. ]
Can you make me feel good here?
[ It's a roundabout way of asking him to fuck her with his fingers, but she also can't really say something so uncouth out loud. Her hold of his wrists loosen a little to let him move the way he wants to, while those blue eyes of hers seek his gaze. At least, for a second. And then she looks away. ]
... we... can go back up after this, if you wanted.
[ Though if they end up in another sexy elevator ride going down after wards, then... maybe it's best to never take the elevator again gasdfgfd ]
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[ Thankfully, Weiss is quick to give him that guidance. Even when his cheeks fluster and his head continues to pound rhythmically when she continues to guide his left hand upon a shaken breath. He hardly cares about the fact that he's still a bit of a mess, stained abdomen and all when he was finding his focus shifting onto her pleasure. At least...what he hopes is her pleasure. This is ALL foreign territory to him, but his "First" isn't such a bad student either. At least...when he's not incessantly barking and complaining.
Comes with age, being able to focus more. Especially when she's being more forthcoming with him and actually telling him what she wants. Thankfully she didn't need to be more explicit to get her point across. Not when his digits become more slick with her juices. So not there...not her clit now. Hmm. Did that hurt? Like being overstimulated down south himself...or perhaps it was that much more concentrated. His fingers continue to rub and stroke her folds for now, getting a feel for what he can't see.
Their eyes meet, his gloved hand upon her thigh for purchase while she looks away and accepts that they can go back up... Those eyes of hers were so bright. Not glowing, no, but they were among the myriad of other things he was going to have one helluva time getting out of his head. ...Not that he was ever going to want to. He can't help himself, however, as his palm shifts so that he can get a better angle beneath her skirt.
No goading by the Trio. If they have something to say, they can stuff it, but, honestly, someone so little atop his lap, taking the lead like she did and now looking so shy... ]
So that's cute.
[ Crush this, crush that, if she has something to say, at least he's not covering her mouth when it's his ring and middle fingers together sliding inside of her, green and red eyes broadening in surprise in the moment at how tight it still was around him. But this is what she wanted, right? Not too fast, now. But...she really was riding high with him before. He can't just drag this out, can he? He shouldn't...which is why he starts working his wrist back and forth, keeping his digits straight for now as the wet squelch of fucking her with them mingles in the air around them once more. ]
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[ His response isn't something that makes sense to her right now, especially when her body and brain are playing catch up. She really can just end it here, but she wants to continue. If he came, they got their card, they followed through on what the painting wanted them to do. The elevator can move now, probably! But she's selfish. She's not going to let him be the only one who ends up finishing. That would just be unfair! Though that may just be the disappointment in her talking, because she was so, so close... ]
Mm... like that. . .
[ You can explain a little better, Ragna. Tell her what you meant by that while you slip your fingers in her.
And even that already gets her clit to tingle in excitement again, even without the contact. She can feel him brushing against those nerves even from the inside with how oversensitive she is, so she closes her eyes and steadies her breath, even just for a little while. Her hands end up on the ends of her skirt over her thighs, holding onto them gently for now. It won't take long to bring her back to the edge of that cliff again, at least, and he'll see that once her grip of her skirt tightens later on. ]
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How shy you looked, asking me to make you feel good right here.
[ Right as his digits give a slight curl, pumping in and out of her closer towards her entrance as he looses another heated sigh. Even now, as Weiss closes her eyes and steadies her breath amidst Ragna's stroking her insides. Even now as she hugs the edge of her skirt in her hands. For a girl that was riding someone like him so enthusiastically moments ago, she still managed to look so pure in his lap...and he's learning a LOT about himself in record time. And that she's...getting him excited all over again as fucking her on his hand like this, his pace building from earlier, was stirring his arousal from its semi-hardened state.
Not that he expects her to give him any more attention as it stiffens and fills out again. Not when Ragna's still more focused on giving her what she deserves. ]
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[ What the hell, Ragna!!!
It's a startled noise that escapes her, but she can't even get mad at him for saying something so embarrassing when he's got his fingers inside her. Not that any words of protest would even have any effect with her walls tighten around his fingers even more just from that. Idiot... He's an idiot! She was being so nice to him, and now he's doing this... >:T
It might be difficult to tell if she's huffing in indignation or if he's doing so well in taking care of her and making her feel good, but her breathing does become heavier a minute or two later. Her hands find his wrists again, letting go of her dress when she realises that she not only wants to reach her peak, but also for more contact. She's already told someone that she likes kissing, handholding— anything to make it feel like there's some sort of connection between her and her partner, and it holds true even now. Just holding him again like this adds to the sensation of pleasure, though it's only for a moment that she looks at him.
... he's getting hard again. She can't take care of him again here! They're going to have to move at some point, so keep it in your pants if you can even put them back on, Ragna! ]
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It feels even tighter...
[ Another minute passes, his hand not getting tired in the slightest at the pace that he continues to pump and stroke, only this time he buries his fingers just a little deeper as his freed hand is held in hers. As for where her attention is currently, at least Ragna doesn't stop fucking her as their eyes both trail down to his sensitive, twitching dick between them. ]
Hey, [ He swallows, heaving a sigh as his cock throbs. ] Don't worry about me, yeah?
[ If she says something about it though, he's...well what else was he supposed to say?! She's hot. He's currently fucking her on his hand and working her towards an orgasm (he hopes?!), and he sure as hell wasn't going to lie there limp dicked through it all when he's trusted her in a myriad of ways to let him enjoy her. ]
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She'd noticed his erection, but things have changed. She's a bit more concern about her own release now, her walls coating his fingers with her juices, flushing his own out in the process. Her breathing grows heavier and heavier as she surrenders herself to this and closes her eyes. Hopefully she doesn't hold onto his hand too hard the longer this goes, because she doesn't want to hurt him amidst all this. ]
A little more, a little more...
[ There's desperation in her, in wanting release this badly even though she was the one who denied them of it earlier on. The show Ragna's become privy to isn't over yet though. He could barely see her lose herself in ecstasy as she bounced on his dick earlier since she was clinging so tightly to him, but at least he's getting what he missed out on now. It isn't an explosive orgasm by any means, but the higher she goes, the more satisfying the drop is for her. Everything in her world just stops, tightens, and turns dark for a second or two, until it feels like she's been holding the longest breath of her entire life.
When she finally comes, it's with the most relieved sigh she could possibly give. Loud, with so much satisfaction from how long she'd been holding it in. Her hold of his wrist loosens not long after, and now it's become a fight to stay up right on his lap... ]
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With a clear head though, he also wouldn't have said no if she found herself coming around to asking if he wanted more. But in the meantime, he continues to pump his fingers, the white-haired man's head rolling back for a moment as he arches to get more comfortable having been lying for so long. That in turn has his hips rolling upwards slightly, his renewed arousal throbbing as if it were desperate attention. But neither one would grant it when he's equally as keen on taking care of her. Following the pleas in her voice and the desperation Weiss carries with her as she rides his hand, giving him another show from the best seat in the house as pleasure is written all over her face. ]
Yeah...come on...come on...
[ Right when his fingers drag back along the anterior of her walls...the pads of his fingers brushing a little textured spot that stirs his curiosity. She's so wet, hot and tight...but this spot... Ah. Seems that he's found something of a button all on his own when Weiss he feels her entire body tense, Ragna's own hand thrusting and rubbing along her g-spot as she lets out the most relieved sigh imaginable. She sounds and feels as good as she looks...he can only imagine what she tasted like if he had the wherewithal to make her lounge back on this chair. Luckily for little Miss Schnee in the Grim Reaper's lap though, she hardly hurt him even as her grip on his wrist rendered knuckle-white.
There. That time he gets it. He doesn't need to ask, he thinks, as her hold of him loosens and his fingers remain inside her for the time being, now gently stroking instead of attacking her most sensitive spot. It's only fair, yeah? She stroked him long throughout his own orgasm earlier. ]
Better?
[ Said with a hand upon her exposed breast with another gentle knead too. Hey, whatever works to keep her upright on his lap, right? ]
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... Better.
[ Weiss opens her eyes slowly, how bright the lights have become not at all pleasant to her at this time. It's something she'll get used to later on though, once she feels more awake. More normal. ]
We should probably get up now.
[ She'll wait until he's pulled out of her and gives her some sort of signal that she can move before doing so. She does have to shift a little and pull her panties back up before standing up, after all. Sorry about your new boner, Ragna... Weiss is done in this elevator, and she has no intention of asking about what he wants after this. If he wants to go another round, he'll have to be the one to ask. Maybe another time, when she's more comfortable around him.
They've only just met, after all. ]
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Yeah, you're probably right.
[ And while he's feeling the thrumming sensation that tells him he could go again, at least it won't take too much work to will himself to calm down as she stands back up upon pulling her panties back on. Ragna, meanwhile, does a crunch sitting upright, until he's straddling the seat with his dick still hanging out. It's not the most dignified position he can take, but while he's still a bit of a mess around his stomach and pelvic area...
Ragna's going to just. Take a huge wad of those tissues now, thank you very much, cheeks still afluster while he works on patting himself down and tossing the messy tissues off to the side. The Trio, thinking fast, manifest a little waste bin that catches it. sdfalkj ]
Hey, did you, uh... [ ...Yes, Ragna? ] ...Wanna go back to my place? If you wanna use my bath or shower?
[ Oh. So he's not asking for another round after all...
They've only just met, after all. ]
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[ Basically? He doesn't really need to ask like that now, but she does appreciate it. She had to turn around to put her panties back on and all, but once she's... ready, she figures it really is best to go back up even for just a few minutes to clean up. This is not the most ideal place to have sex. It should have been a given, but experiencing it? Yeah... that's a no for next time.
For her serious answer, though? ]
That'd be nice, actually. And we can go to the casino later on? A nice warm bubblebath sounds good. Probably not at the same time as you, though.
[ Just... had to make that clear, you know? ]
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[ Thankfully, it doesn't take much to wipe himself up. Especially when he gets the feeling they're heading back up to his Jack Suite anyway. If they really were keen on heading down, Ragna would have spent more time wiping away the excess mess left behind. Instead, he zips himself back up, buttons his dress shirt back up, not realizing it's misaligned, and pushes himself back to his feet alongside her. Phew. He wasn't getting sore down there, but as he arches his back and stretches...
Definitely feeling some of that strain from such surprisingly strenuous exercise now. In his eyes now, though? Absolutely worth it. But he won't talk about what just happened anymore. Not unless she asks or talks about it. Instead, he sets a hand on his hip and shifts his focus to the...sigh, the wall. More specifically, a certain painting that's covered up. ]
Sounds good to me. I can shower while you take a bath anyway.
[ The perks of having both— separate and generously spacious. ]
Want me to grab your pullover?
[ "YES! Please! It's so stuffy under here, and we can't see a thing." ]
Can you freaks even GET stuffy under there?? [ Well, despite the tension that grips his spine, on the surface, Ragna's at least a lot less fearful. More like he's done with their shit. Before he can pull off the cardigan and give it back to Weiss, though...he's got an idea. ] Or you bastards just jealous you missed the show?
[ "How uncouth! W-We were perfectly content in just listening to how adorable you two were in the throes of passion." ]
Oh yeah? [ Fascinating. ] So you DON'T mind if I keep this thing on you three?
[ "....." whisperwhisperwhispernowecan'tstaylikethis ]
Yah huh, thought so. Here's the deal, voyeurs.
[ "It's the Teasing Trio—" ]
VOYEURS.
You're gonna send us back up so we can wash up. THEN we're gonna come right back in here and go all the way down to the lobby. Keep your mouths shut and don't try anymore bullshit? I get rid of your little curtain.
[ ...hrrrrngh it would be nice to see them explore their ~Feelings~ together. But. They do wanna see. And these two did give them quite the meal. A feast for the eyes at first, and especially the ears.
Sure enough, the elevator begins to move. And at least for the moment? It feels as if that ghoulish presence is gone. When Ragna takes the cardigan off the portrait, the Teasing Trio painting isn't moving anymore. The eyes don't look like they're following them. ...That or they don't want to make eye contact with Ragna anymore. adfslkj But hey. Problem solved? He returns what rightfully belongs to Weiss, back to her. ]
Here.
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Yes, Mr. Crimson Calamity.
[ She'll give him some privacy as he fixes himself, back turned from him and the painting that's seemingly celebrating their victory. When Ragna talks back at them, she finally turns around, more to watch and see if there's anything she can even add to the conversation. It does look like he's got a handle of things though, which is nice.
He was so terrified of the painting earlier on!
Once he's gotten her cardigan back and is offering it to her, she takes it back but doesn't put it on right away. Up close, she can see that he's done his best to button his shirt up. Though it would seem his best isn't good enough.
She points at her own chest, at the centre of it where the first button would normally would be. Hopefully he'll get the message. ]
Do you want me to take care of that?
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He's moving in, Weiss...]Huh? [ He leans in to have a closer look at where she's pointing at her chest...before cluing in pretty quick at what she meant as he peers down at himself before standing up straight. ] Crap, is it uneven? Whatever, it doesn't matter, I'll just...
[ ...Forget it. Is what he was going to say until he looked back into Weiss' eyes. She wasn't even trying to play up the charm or flashing him a particular look. It was just...kindness. Simple, honest, kindness in her eyes. Something he says nothing about as his rose dusts his cheeks for her again. ]
Sure.
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[ That would have been fun to put back on... But maybe she's just a nerd about these sorts of things.
In any case, she does drape her cardigan over her arm as she reaches for his shirt. With the buttons misaligned, she does have to unbutton a couple just to get everything straightened out. She's careful about it all. It's not like she's going to hurt him by simply unbuttoning and buttoning his shirt, but it's already become creased enough. And once everything is in order and she's satisfied, she takes a step back to admire her work, a hand on her hip. ]
There we go. Now it's like you did nothing crazy in an elevator just now.
[ The Teasing Trio finds all this cute, too, but they do have their end of the bargain to still give out. This was meant to be an elevator that was supposed to move a couple of floors down, but it slowly moves back up anyway, back to the landing area for the next set of elevators that can take them up to the royal suites. ]
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[ Not to say anything about literally getting half-naked with Weiss just now. If he wants to ask about what she usually wears back home, since he figures most of everyone lost their equipment, Ragna can find the time to do that after they got out of the elevator. Besides, he still has questions about that stunt she pulled earlier with those magic sigils. They both take a respective step back when she's done buttoning him up, and he gives himself a brief onceover before letting a smile return to his lips. ]
Thanks.
[ "Now it's like you did nothing crazy in an elevator just now." ]
Nope. Just your plain ol', regular ride down.
[ Only they both knew damn well this "ride" was anything but regular. Nor was he going to be forgetting this any time soon. The blush on his face hasn't waned either, whether he recognizes it or not.
He'd thank her, but...even he gets the feeling that doing that would make things weird again. Especially when he wouldn't be doing it for the sex.
'DING!' ]