I usually behave, because we usually wear far too many layers.
[ A light grouse, as he hefts her up in her arms and steps out of warm water. Thankfully, Dalimil is sweltering enough that the change in temperature isn't so stark, and it matters very little anyway when Clive always runs so hot: he walks them both towards the beds, still dripping, and rests Jill onto the mattress without doing much in the way of wiping her down.
It's fine. There's another bed to sleep in later, after they ruin this one. ]
And I don't want to ruin your clothes by tearing them.
[Clive's naked and wet body before her is so much a distraction she doesn't worry about the beds. She looks him over, up and down and unashamed, before putting her hand on his thighs--to stop him from climbing onto her, or the bed.]
As if you can't request I remove them.
[The secret third option, Clive. Jill smiles up at him, something mischievous in her eyes.]
[ The secret third option requires the kind of patience that he doesn't have right now― he did say "I can't wait"― but. Alas. Even with their clothes off, Jill is looking up at him with that beautiful little glint in her eye, bidding him to do what he just said he can't.
A frustrated half-sigh, and Clive stops where he's standing, trying not to look too impatient. ]
Jill...
[ He's a good boy, though, so he'll wait for her permission. ]
[Good boys get rewards, and Jill does mean to reward his patience. She reaches out to take his cock into her hand, the weight of him in her palm, eyes still looking up at him.]
I'd like to use my mouth on you. May I? [Asked far too sweetly.] Or are you truly so impatient?
He didn't think it possible, but he feels himself grow more in Jill's hand. There's still something sacrosanct about Jill's mouth and all the beautiful words that come out of it; having her go down on him is a little like putting ink on fresh parchment. ]
No, I... [ His voice quiets to a whisper, before he shakes his head and snaps himself out of it. He's steel against Jill's palm, which telegraphs enough of his interest. ] ―Yes. As you wish, of course.
You might need to correct me if I do something I shouldn't. I'm what one might consider a novice.
[Not that cocks are particularly complex, but there are many things that are new to her in this relationship. Exciting and new and fun in ways she never imagined sex could be.
She licks her fingers before she idly strokes him.]
[ His anatomy is very uncomplicated around Jill, actually. He twitches in her hand like a reflex, hips shifting under her touch. Eager. He'd be embarrassed if not for the fact that Jill's made her opinions on his enthusiasm very, very clear.
So. A little laugh, at the question of how he'd like her. ] On the floor?
[ Fine, he'll drop some of his nerves. He reaches to stroke her hair, reversing good boy to good girl. ] Do you want to be on your knees for me, love?
[Eager is flattering. It makes her want him more in turn, desire flaring at being desired by such a man, but that second question would have her ripping him out if his clothing if they were foolish enough to be dressed.
Without warning, Jill rises and grabs Clive for a filthy kiss, hungry and needy, crowding his space.]
I do. I want to taste you.
[Another kiss as she turns him.]
I'm impressed we were in the bath as long as we were.
[ Jill is beautiful when she knows what she wants. As sharp and dangerous as she is gentle and kind; the love of his life contains multitudes. He knows far, far better than to underestimate Jill Warrick when she's resolved to do something.
A muffled sound, pleased and hungry as she kisses him, and he steps back away from the bed to give her space to slide over and position herself in front of him. He's hard, obviously, with a thin line of precome already making him slick. He wouldn't be surprised if most of his body's blood was currently concentrated between his legs. ]
Truth be told, I'm impressed we made it to Dalimil.
[ His thumb strokes over Jill's lower lip. God, she's so fucking perfect. ] Don't make me beg for it, Jill.
[Clive, please. There's a playful glint to her eyes as she presses their bodies together, hands sliding down the small of his back to rest on his ass, pulling herself flush against him. His cock is caught against her belly, hot and hard.]
You can't say that and expect me not to be curious.
[He's played himself. A little begging, as a treat, before she goes down on him.]
[ Diabolical!!! The woman of his dreams means to kill him. And honestly, if it were anyone but Jill telling him to beg, he would tell them to fuck off― he spent thirteen years on his knees, and he'll suffer it no longer― but.
Also diabolical, how his cock twitches in interest against the smooth plane of Jill's stomach when she asks him to. It practically drools at the idea, and Clive can feel his heart jump in his chest. ]
Jill. [ Low, throaty, with his next inhale shattered. His hips stutter a bit, and he flushes at the feeling of dirtying Jill's skin. ] ―Please, love. I need your mouth. I need you.
[The rasp of her name makes her smile. She loves him terribly. There's no doubt about the regard they have for one another--and so it feels safe to do these things, to ask him to beg and to be told what to do. It's all done willingly. She purrs and kisses his shoulder before putting her hands on his hips and giving a firm push towards the bed.
She drops to her knees on the soft rug under their feet.]
I like hearing that. I need you, too. Every minute of every day.
[ There's nowhere on this (literally) godsforsaken earth that makes Clive feel as safe as he feels when he's with Jill. Seen, known, accepted. She could have him in chains and he would still feel secure in the knowledge that she would never harm him, and so―
―he's happily pushed, and lands on the edge of their mattress, knees parted for her, flushed and aching. She could demand everything from him, and he'd happily give it. ]
Being needed has never felt so sweet. [ His fingers quest under Jill's chin, tracing the outline of her face with reverence. ] Only you, Jill. Only you make me feel this way.
[Every part of him is sacred to her. The trust between them is stronger than anything--perhaps even more than their love, because she thinks even if she didn't love him (impossible!), she would trust him to always do what's right.
She catches his hand to press a kiss to his fingertips before guiding it to her hair. It’s still held by her ribbon, piled up neatly, though she doubts it will behave once they get started in bed.]
I'm happy to take care of you.
[Making him moan and strain, brought to beg for her. She takes his cock in hand and leans in to take him in her mouth, tongue and lips butterfly light on the head.]
[ He's definitely going to make a mess of her prettily-piled hair, and he'll make up for it by helping her brush it later. Now, he buries fingers in it, and tries not to tug as he feels her play against his sensitive head.
He doubts he'll ever get used to the thrill of Jill wanting him. They could do this a hundred times, a thousand times, and the feel of her will always make his heart jump. ]
However you wish. [ She can care for him, have him, whenever and however she wants. His toes curl on the rug, and his knees part another inch to give her more space. Does he move? Does he stay still? ]
[So he says! Jill knows she'll have to remind him of his words the next time she tries to rub his back or give him a wash. Or maybe even now, going down on him, knowing his nature to serve.
Jill gives him a hum of approval, a pillowy sound with her tongue pressing further down his length. She gives her head the slightest of bobs, though it's angled towards his touch. He can move. Or make her move. She trusts him. If they're a little clumsy--she expects it, really.]
[ Clive's one fear is hurting Jill in any way, but he can't help how his grip tightens in her hair when she dips further down on him, and stripes her mouth along his length with deliberate friction.
His breath runs ragged for a moment, broken into a soft ah. He regroups, then shifts, and bumps up just a bit into the warm hold between Jill's lips, barely, barely fucking into her mouth. ]
[In place of a nod, she hums, sliding into a tentative rhythm. Back and forth, back and forth, her tongue and lips lavishing his head with attention. She can taste him, and she hums again, a hand giving his calf a squeeze.
This could so easily feel demeaning. On her knees, serving a man. But she loves him terribly, and he loves her just the same, and she takes pleasure in the fact that he's already breathless.]
[ He can tell that Jill hasn't done this much (or at all－ they've never spoken at length about what they've been exposed to during thirteen years of separation), and it sparks a strange sense of protectiveness alongside the raw, hungry pleasure blooming in his stomach.
His fingers skim through her hair, loosening it from the pile on her head. A few strands fall loose and sift along Jill's face as she bobs, and just the sight of her makes every cell and nerve in Clive's body vibrate with need. ]
Like this, [ he pants, laughs, ] it feels like you have all of me, truly.
[ Teasing, while he gets his sanity sucked out of his cock. She has him wrapped around her finger, figuratively and literally. ]
[What she lacks in experience she makes up for with enthusiasm. All while being mindful of her teeth and sensitive parts. She wants to love him in every way she can, smother him with affection... but also undo him. Just a little. It's hot.]
I hear no complaints.
[A smile after running her tongue flat against the bottom of his cock as she takes a breath to speak, and then her lips are right back on him.]
[ Just a little? More like a lot. No one can undo Clive quite the way Jill does, and she should be able to feel it in the way he grows slicker in her mouth, in the restless shifting of his hips and thighs against the edge of the mattress.
Fingers tighten in Jill's hair, and Clive involuntarily bucks up after her tongue rakes along something particularly sensitive. He gasps, and bites back a moan as he keeps himself from chasing that feeling too quickly or vehemently. ]
None whatsoever, [ is the fuck-stupid answer. She didn't need one, he's sure, but still. ] Fuck, Jill.
[ The part of him that was raised right feels slightly mortified by the thought of finishing in his beloved's mouth, and so, he's not sure if he should discourage it. ]
[Oh, she does love to head him swear. Jill purrs, lavishing his cock with her tongue, and she can ignore the mild concern she has that aligns somewhat with his own: he's likely close. All that spend has to go somewhere. Her mouth? Does she swallow? Can she manage it?
Okay, maybe she can't ignore it completely.
But she also can't help but focus on making him gasp, noting what passes of her tongue get him to twist in pleasure. A dangerous game, but she doesn't want to stop.]
[ Oh, she's inviting disaster (?). Clive swears again under his breath, something clipped and unintelligible as she dips down on him and makes friction with her tongue just the way he likes it (a new discovery), and the full-bodied way that she makes him squirm is definitely an indication that he's dangerously close to falling over his edge. ]
Jill. I'm almost there.
[ Would it be worse to come in her mouth, or, gods forbid, over her face? The thought of it makes Clive flush red from ear to ear, makes his toes curl in the rug under his feet. ] Please, you're going to―
[ A clipped groan, and his control snaps. Depending on how Jill's reacted to the warning, Clive is going to come in or on a very inopportune place. ]
[Stupid games, stupid prizes. Kind of. Jill regrets nothing, and she would be quick to say that if her mouth and throat weren't coated with hot spend the moment she thinks she should pull back, given his warnings. He gave many! To her credit, she does try to not cough up his dick, but it's exactly what happens, cock falling out of her mouth as she dribbles onto her chest.
They've been covered in grime and blood and secretions from many a beast together, but this is certainly a first. Jill's a little stunned by both the taste and the sensation in her mouth, hands coming up to her chin. Is it rude to spit it out? Swallowing--well, she tries, but half is already down her throat and half is rolling over her chin, so she splits the difference and lets her hands catch some and her throat handle some and she tries to not cough or, Founder forbid, gag.]
... sorry.
[She can feel her face turn red, embarrassed by the mess she's made, and worried that he'll think he did something wrong.]
[ A little mortified by what he's done, and a lot concerned about how Jill's managing. Once his orgasm recedes enough to let him piece his scattered mind back together, his hands fly sideways for to strip a pillow from its casing and to hold the fabric to Jill's hand, her mouth. ]
No, Jill― forgive me, I should have been more careful.
[ She can spit; he won't think anything of it. His brows pinch inwards, and his free hand moves to soothe along her shoulder. ]
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[ A light grouse, as he hefts her up in her arms and steps out of warm water. Thankfully, Dalimil is sweltering enough that the change in temperature isn't so stark, and it matters very little anyway when Clive always runs so hot: he walks them both towards the beds, still dripping, and rests Jill onto the mattress without doing much in the way of wiping her down.
It's fine. There's another bed to sleep in later, after they ruin this one. ]
And I don't want to ruin your clothes by tearing them.
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As if you can't request I remove them.
[The secret third option, Clive. Jill smiles up at him, something mischievous in her eyes.]
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A frustrated half-sigh, and Clive stops where he's standing, trying not to look too impatient. ]
Jill...
[ He's a good boy, though, so he'll wait for her permission. ]
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I'd like to use my mouth on you. May I? [Asked far too sweetly.] Or are you truly so impatient?
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He didn't think it possible, but he feels himself grow more in Jill's hand. There's still something sacrosanct about Jill's mouth and all the beautiful words that come out of it; having her go down on him is a little like putting ink on fresh parchment. ]
No, I... [ His voice quiets to a whisper, before he shakes his head and snaps himself out of it. He's steel against Jill's palm, which telegraphs enough of his interest. ] ―Yes. As you wish, of course.
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[Not that cocks are particularly complex, but there are many things that are new to her in this relationship. Exciting and new and fun in ways she never imagined sex could be.
She licks her fingers before she idly strokes him.]
Would you like me on my knees?
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So. A little laugh, at the question of how he'd like her. ] On the floor?
[ Fine, he'll drop some of his nerves. He reaches to stroke her hair, reversing good boy to good girl. ] Do you want to be on your knees for me, love?
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Without warning, Jill rises and grabs Clive for a filthy kiss, hungry and needy, crowding his space.]
I do. I want to taste you.
[Another kiss as she turns him.]
I'm impressed we were in the bath as long as we were.
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A muffled sound, pleased and hungry as she kisses him, and he steps back away from the bed to give her space to slide over and position herself in front of him. He's hard, obviously, with a thin line of precome already making him slick. He wouldn't be surprised if most of his body's blood was currently concentrated between his legs. ]
Truth be told, I'm impressed we made it to Dalimil.
[ His thumb strokes over Jill's lower lip. God, she's so fucking perfect. ] Don't make me beg for it, Jill.
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[Clive, please. There's a playful glint to her eyes as she presses their bodies together, hands sliding down the small of his back to rest on his ass, pulling herself flush against him. His cock is caught against her belly, hot and hard.]
You can't say that and expect me not to be curious.
[He's played himself. A little begging, as a treat, before she goes down on him.]
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Also diabolical, how his cock twitches in interest against the smooth plane of Jill's stomach when she asks him to. It practically drools at the idea, and Clive can feel his heart jump in his chest. ]
Jill. [ Low, throaty, with his next inhale shattered. His hips stutter a bit, and he flushes at the feeling of dirtying Jill's skin. ] ―Please, love. I need your mouth. I need you.
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She drops to her knees on the soft rug under their feet.]
I like hearing that. I need you, too. Every minute of every day.
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―he's happily pushed, and lands on the edge of their mattress, knees parted for her, flushed and aching. She could demand everything from him, and he'd happily give it. ]
Being needed has never felt so sweet. [ His fingers quest under Jill's chin, tracing the outline of her face with reverence. ] Only you, Jill. Only you make me feel this way.
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She catches his hand to press a kiss to his fingertips before guiding it to her hair. It’s still held by her ribbon, piled up neatly, though she doubts it will behave once they get started in bed.]
I'm happy to take care of you.
[Making him moan and strain, brought to beg for her. She takes his cock in hand and leans in to take him in her mouth, tongue and lips butterfly light on the head.]
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He doubts he'll ever get used to the thrill of Jill wanting him. They could do this a hundred times, a thousand times, and the feel of her will always make his heart jump. ]
However you wish. [ She can care for him, have him, whenever and however she wants. His toes curl on the rug, and his knees part another inch to give her more space. Does he move? Does he stay still? ]
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Jill gives him a hum of approval, a pillowy sound with her tongue pressing further down his length. She gives her head the slightest of bobs, though it's angled towards his touch. He can move. Or make her move. She trusts him. If they're a little clumsy--she expects it, really.]
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His breath runs ragged for a moment, broken into a soft ah. He regroups, then shifts, and bumps up just a bit into the warm hold between Jill's lips, barely, barely fucking into her mouth. ]
Tell me if it's too much, [ he pants. ]
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This could so easily feel demeaning. On her knees, serving a man. But she loves him terribly, and he loves her just the same, and she takes pleasure in the fact that he's already breathless.]
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His fingers skim through her hair, loosening it from the pile on her head. A few strands fall loose and sift along Jill's face as she bobs, and just the sight of her makes every cell and nerve in Clive's body vibrate with need. ]
Like this, [ he pants, laughs, ] it feels like you have all of me, truly.
[ Teasing, while he gets his sanity sucked out of his cock. She has him wrapped around her finger, figuratively and literally. ]
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I hear no complaints.
[A smile after running her tongue flat against the bottom of his cock as she takes a breath to speak, and then her lips are right back on him.]
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Fingers tighten in Jill's hair, and Clive involuntarily bucks up after her tongue rakes along something particularly sensitive. He gasps, and bites back a moan as he keeps himself from chasing that feeling too quickly or vehemently. ]
None whatsoever, [ is the fuck-stupid answer. She didn't need one, he's sure, but still. ] Fuck, Jill.
[ The part of him that was raised right feels slightly mortified by the thought of finishing in his beloved's mouth, and so, he's not sure if he should discourage it. ]
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Okay, maybe she can't ignore it completely.
But she also can't help but focus on making him gasp, noting what passes of her tongue get him to twist in pleasure. A dangerous game, but she doesn't want to stop.]
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Jill. I'm almost there.
[ Would it be worse to come in her mouth, or, gods forbid, over her face? The thought of it makes Clive flush red from ear to ear, makes his toes curl in the rug under his feet. ] Please, you're going to―
[ A clipped groan, and his control snaps. Depending on how Jill's reacted to the warning, Clive is going to come in or on a very inopportune place. ]
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They've been covered in grime and blood and secretions from many a beast together, but this is certainly a first. Jill's a little stunned by both the taste and the sensation in her mouth, hands coming up to her chin. Is it rude to spit it out? Swallowing--well, she tries, but half is already down her throat and half is rolling over her chin, so she splits the difference and lets her hands catch some and her throat handle some and she tries to not cough or, Founder forbid, gag.]
... sorry.
[She can feel her face turn red, embarrassed by the mess she's made, and worried that he'll think he did something wrong.]
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No, Jill― forgive me, I should have been more careful.
[ She can spit; he won't think anything of it. His brows pinch inwards, and his free hand moves to soothe along her shoulder. ]
You were perfect. Believe me.
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