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[he leans in and murmurs by her ear]

What, ravishing one another in front of the fire?

[ she shivers, slightly— ]

That's pretty much what I was going for, yes.

[he chuckles and tosses off his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. his tattoos wind around his arms, tendrils flicking about lazily, playfully, as though they could reach through him and touch her. he juts his hips towards her hands at his waist]

Well? See anything?

Hm.

[ she runs her hands lightly up and down his sides, and when she reaches to inspect one of his arms, presses herself close— ]

Well, it seems to be as usual, but let me see...

[ and just starts tugging down his pants from the waistband. ]

[he shifts to help them fall down past his bony waist, wearing thin black sheer briefs underneath]

I'm in your capable hands, Doctor Shrike.

[ well.

she tugs him down with her onto the rug in front of the fire with one arm; her other hand is busy brushing up the inside of his thighs to palm at him. ]

[his knees hit the floor and his breath catches; he rocks into her touch, gradually growing harder, and he straddles her lap]

A-ah, you... want to check for everything, yes?

[he chuckles, husky, and cups her breast with one hand, thumb rubbing over her nipple]

... maybe this isn't the best roleplay scenario.

Mmn—I admit I have absolutely no idea how to pretend to be a doctor... although I'd try my best for you.

I think you're better suited... to be a knight. My knight.

[places a kiss on her collarbone]

Mmm.

[ oh that hit her right in the loyalty kink, thanks, ]

How may I serve you, then, my liege?

[the sound he makes is very nearly a purr, clearly pleased, licking his lips as he pinches her nipple]

You can start... by tending to me with your hands. Make sure I'm not marked anywhere I shouldn't be.

Ah, in that case...

[ she smooths her palms over the skin of his thighs, and leaves one to stroke lightly over his cock. her other hand brushes up over his chest, as she leans in to tuck her face against his neck. you know, to inspect it. ]

[he lets out a slow breath, eyelids fluttering, his feathers shivering]

Don't be afraid to be... thorough.

Please do let your humble servant know if there is any place to which I should pay more attention...

[ though, without being prompted, her grip on his cock becomes firmer, and she nips at his neck with her teeth before sucking hard at the skin. ]

[he groans, rutting against her hand, and both hands move to her breasts, squeezing]

My... humble servant... you're so... attentive. I'm so lucky...

[ she breaks off for a moment, with a sharp intake of breath—and then drags her lips upward to take she shell of his ear in her teeth. ]

Ah—that's, ah... kind of you to say...

[he bites his lip, shivering]

You take... such good care of me, I want, ah... I want your mouth.

At your command—I'll gladly obey.

[ she kisses her way down his neck, and pulls herself into a proper kneeling position, calves tucked under her—all the while rubbing light circles across the head with her thumb.

there's just a slight drawn out moment—maybe for the anticipation—before she bends, taking him in her mouth. ]

[he leans back, sprawling on the floor, braced up on his arms as her mouth moves further down. he gently threads his fingers in her hair and lets out a low groan when she takes him]

You're so... good to me. So good.

[ she can't respond, of course, but she hums around him in a content way as she drags her lips up and down his shaft and circling the head with her tongue. Her hands grip tight to his hips, tracing little circles with her thumbs over his skin. ]

[he shudders, thighs tensing and relaxing with every gentle touch, fighting the urge to rock up into her mouth. every word that spills from his lips is breathy, husky, almost crooning]

Beautiful... you're so lovely like this. So... attentive. I love it. I love you.

[ she encourages him, pulling his hips up toward her, drawing him in—a subtle you don't need to hold back.

between breaths— ]

I love you—mm, whatever you desire, please—

[with a groan, he rocks his hips up towards her mouth, his fingers in her hair tightening for a moment]

You'll... make me come undone so easily, like this. You're wonderful...!

[ she hums against him, and makes a very needy sound as he rocks into her mouth and tugs on her hair; there's a very prominent and newly healthy-looking flush on her face, because—that's very hot.

but she redoubles her efforts, stroking the base of him with her hand as well, faster, sucking on the tip before taking him again. ]

[he's responsive to every little thing she's doing, shuddering all over when she hums, biting down on a soft whine as his fingers massage her scalp]

Look at me for a moment--?

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