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[She's pleased by the way he responds to her kiss; cool, parted lips and his hands which take more liberties than she perhaps should allow, but Jester is a greedy thing and will always gladly accept more. She soaks in the way his touch is exploratory and appreciative, relishes the way their similar body temperatures make it easy to relax, like wading into familiar waters.

Her tongue swipes curiously past his lips, dipping into his mouth just enough to pass over his sharp fangs. The thought niggles at her, not for the first time, that she still isn't quite sure what he is, but that's a topic for later. She smooches Liem a few more times, sighing contentedly as she draws back to eye him rather dreamily.]

You taste good. Now be a good bunny and hop up on the bed for me.

[Liem hasn't had much opportunity prior to now to wonder much at the agreeable way that Jester's skin feels under his hands, against his lips. Every time he's touched her skin before today has been limited to her hands, but then hands are quite often much colder than other parts of someone's body. The more of her he explores, the more fascinated he becomes. She isn't warm, but she's so soft and quick and vital. The taste of her draws him in, encourages him to nibble at the curve of her lip. He can hear the lively beat of her pulse like a drumming in his ears. When she finally pulls back, his pupils are blown wide within the blue rings of his irises.

It doesn't occur to Liem to think that he still hasn't told Jester what he actually is. She's seen his eyes, his teeth. She's felt the chill of his skin. She knows he's far older than any human would rightly be, especially one who doesn't look a day over thirty. If she had any reservations about what kind of being he is, surely she would have voiced them before now.

A flush creeps over his cheeks at her instruction; his ears twitch marginally back, as though shy at the thought of being noticed.]

As you wish.

[Up he gets, disengaging reluctantly from her to climb atop the bedspread, settling carefully to accommodate the increasing tightness of his trousers. But his eyes stay, anticipatory, on Jester.]

[Jester delights visibly in the flush that creeps across Liem's cheeks and the widening of his pupils until his eyes are nearly as dark as her own, and she's not far behind him when he follows her orders. She bounces gently on her knees, as if testing out his mattress, and then settles on one hip, right beside him but not quite touching him. She misses her tail; she's still getting used to balancing without it, and she sways a little bit as she settles in, but it doesn't throw her off too badly as she reaches out to trail her fingers along Liem's jawline.]

I really like your ears. I want to spend some time getting to know them a leetle...

[Her fingers drift back, toward the bottom of one fuzzy ear, trailing through the fluff growing there. It's velvety-soft beneath her fingertips, ushering a sigh from her lips. The buzz of synchrony is settling into her skin, making her feel almost a little drunk, and he's so soft.]

Ohhh, my goodness...lay back for me, Liem.

[Liem is glad to see Jester follow him promptly onto the bed. He's not sure how he'd be able to stand it if she made him wait before she touched him any more. Not that she's exactly rushing to the conclusion, but even the stroke of her fingertips along his jaw to the fur at the base of his ear charms a soft, shivering sigh from him. He tips his head into the contact, eyelids fluttering.

It's an effort of will to keep them from just drifting closed—but he keeps his eyes trained on Jester's face, watching her as she touches him. Humiliation is a warm buzz beneath his skin, mixing with perverse pleasure at being stroked like a tame animal. It's impossible to tell his embarrassment at the thought apart from his titillation. He smiles at her through his blush.]

They're even softer than they look, aren't they?

[He adjusts his hips as he lies back, moving carefully to avoid lying on his own fluffy tail, and makes himself comfortable against the pillows.]

[Slowly, Jester nods, the mmmhmm coming out a little more distracted and dreamy than she intends. Her fingers pause, curl briefly to rub at the edge of that ear, and then she pulls back. Looks over Liem with an appraising eye, taking him in from the tips of his antlers all the way down to his lap, where she pauses to smirk just a little. She doesn't say anything, but lets her dark gaze flicker up to meet Liem's so he knows that he's been caught out. She knows about your boner, pal, and she won't be forgetting about it anytime soon.

She reaches over him, laughing softly to herself as she takes both his hands by the wrist and pulls them up to rest splayed over his head, pressed into the pillows.]

Now don't move, or I'll have to cast Hold Person on you.

[That's all the warning he gets before she's straddling his torso, letting her ass rest gently on his stomach. Just above the place where he'd be able to get any kind of friction or relief. Stretching forward, she looms over him, hands braced to either side of his shoulders so her generous cleavage, spilling over the top of her bra, is right over his face. And then one hand begins to stroke over his ear, questing along the soft inner shell to feel every bump and ridge.]

[From the look Liem and Jester trade as she glances up from the tent in his pants, they both know perfectly well the state he's currently in—one that's only going to become more desperate over the course of the evening. He presses his lips together at the sight of her smirk, and wonders just what he's getting himself into.

Then his wrists are being pinned up above his head, and as Jester delivers her instruction (warning?), his eyes go huge on a surge of arousal that shoots straight to his groin. His reply is a breathy oh, which comes out with a fervent cadence suggesting that what he really meant was oh god.

He's definitely had dreams like this—maybe not including the bunny thing specifically, but certainly the part where a curvy woman sits on him. Liem swallows as she settles over him, his eyes wandering from her face to the cleavage threatening to spill from her bra—then he lets out a small sigh as she rubs her fingers once again over his ear. She'll feel it immediately if he squirms even a little, so he tries to distract himself by working to master the shallow wreck that his breathing has hurtled into, trembling slightly beneath her curious touch.]

[It's immensely gratifying to see Liem's eyes go wide in response to her treatment; she's not being especially rough, but there's a strength behind her movements and she's very aware of it. Her smirk doesn't budge as she stretches out above him and gets to work.]

Does that feel nice? Or does it tickle?

[She can feel Liem struggling to rein in his breathing below her, but she pays that little mind, too interested in rubbing her cool fingers into every little ridge and crevice, tracing gently along the outer edge of his left ear.]

Umm.

[Liem’s initial response comes out rather less articulate than he’d like, owing to the curious and fascinating touch of Jester’s fingers along the skin of his ear. He takes a slow, measured breath—drawing it down to the very bottom of his ribs, expanding through the diaphragm—and lets it trickle out before trying again.]

It feels good. Gentle.

[And even though she’s only touching his ear, the rest of him is alert and already thrumming with anticipation. He nibbles his lower lip with one long fang, trying not to dwell on the way his clothes shift and press against his skin, trying not to imagine those cool, careful fingers tracing the line of his neck or sliding beneath his clothing. But he can’t help but think about it—he can’t help but want it. His want comes out on a softly breathed confession.]

Gods, I want you to touch me more. Everywhere.

Good.

[Jester's voice is soft, distracted; she finds herself surprisingly focused on touching Liem's ears, maybe because it offers a good incentive not to touch the rest of him even though they both very clearly want that. She takes the right ear between thumb and forefinger, now, sighing softly as she rubs thin skin and velvety-soft fur.]

Oh? That's good to know. I'd like to touch you lots of places...

[Her mind wanders to some of them, wonders if any other parts of Liem are fuzzy, wonders what he's packing in those nicely-tailored trousers. She could find out, right now, and she really wants to...but no. She'll wait. It's more fun the longer she drags this out.]

But I won't. Not yet. I still have to inspect these horns, too, when I'm done with your ears.

[Liem makes a noise that is dangerously close to being a purr as Jester rubs the skin of his ear between her fingers. It's either that or a little growl of frustration—based on the way his brows furrow at her mention of inspecting his horns, the idea of being made to wait longer while she satisfies her curiosity is a vexing one.]

Oh—right. Of course.

[He makes a valiant effort to sound nonchalant, like the prospect of waiting for her to progress her explorations isn't a source of keen impatience for him, with only limited success. His hips squirm uselessly against empty air as her touch slides along the edge of his ear. He can hear her every breath and each beat of her heart—this close, it isn't even difficult—and he focuses his efforts on matching his breathing up with hers.]

[Leaning with one elbow planted beside Liem's head, her body splayed out across his torso, Jester pauses her exploration to lean down and glance at him with barely-concealed mirth in her expression.]

Oh? Are you disappointed?

[She feels his hips squirming, and it makes her tut softly.]

You have to stay still, remember? No cheating, Liem! If you want to win the game you have to play by the rules. Hmmm...

[She shifts upward again, as if to resume her gentle touching of his ears, but this time she keeps her chest angled low.]

Maybe you need something to keep you occupied...

[She smirks, and then just sort of drapes her dangerously spilling cleavage right over Liem's face, leaving him just enough wriggle room that he can still breathe. She's pretty sure she never heard of a man who didn't like having tits in his face, so it's worth a shot, she thinks as her fingers begin to quest through his silky hair in search of the bases of his horns. She wants to see if he's sensitive there the way she is.]

[Reining his body back under control, Liem stills the movement of his hips as Jester playfully admonishes him. He raises an eyebrow as he looks up at her, needy impatience thinly veiled beneath a long-suffering expression. He can't even say that he dislikes being toyed with in this way, not if the arousal throbbing hard against his trousers is any indication. On the other hand, with the influence of his gem making restraint nigh-impossible, his desire is very quickly turning to desperation.]

What happens if I winnnn—

[His slightly petulant question is interrupted by Jester's breasts descending to meet his face, very nearly wedging his long nose right into her cleavage. He's certainly distracted, mostly by the urge to nuzzle a trail of kisses over the generous curves of her chest, which according to her instructions he is distinctly not allowed to do. Not even a little bit. Liem swallows against the dryness in his throat, and the noise he makes when she threads her fingers back into the hair around his horns is less a hum of pleasure and more an eager whine.]

[Jester giggles at the way Liem trails off into her cleavage, the sound magnified by its proximity to his ears. Her fingers rub inquisitively at the base of his horns, marveling at the difference between them and her own. Much thinner, and more round than oblong like her own are. The texture is different, too. Meanwhile, her lips press soft kisses between them, nuzzling her nose into his hairline. He's doing such a good job of keeping still...]

Use your mouth, [she orders gently; her neck cranes around to brush her lips against the fluffy hair near the base of his ear as she says it, a soft but authoritative murmur. She craves the attention almost as much as he does, but the difference is that she's in charge, so she can make it happen for herself.]

[Jester's exploration of his horns is a pale and muted thing to Liem compared to the sensation of her lips pressing into his hair. His lashes flutter against the skin of her chest, breath catching in his throat as she cranes her neck to drop a kiss near the base of his ear.]

Thank you, Jester.

[The words are muffled by the curve of her breast, lukewarm breath feathering over her skin. He tries to remain as still as he can within the limits of this new instruction, tipping his face only slightly to press open-mouthed kisses against her chest, to trail his lips over the side of one breast and tease the soft flesh there with scrapes of his teeth and swipes of his tongue. He's as eager as he dares be, hungry for the yielding softness of her skin but cautious of distracting her too much and earning her admonishment.]

You're welcome, [she giggles, nibbling gently on the edge of Liem's ear as her fingertips scritch gently at the base of his horns. One of her personal favorite things.

His lips feel so good against her skin, keyed-up as she is, a sigh exhaled into Liem's hair. She leans into his kisses, and then urges him on after a few moments.]

More tongue?

[It comes out more like a question than a demand, intoxicated as she is by the brief little kitten-licks he's giving her and immediately craving more. She should make more of an effort to stay focused, but she's feeling too impulsive for that right now.]

[The nibble at Liem's ear draws a small whimper from him, muffled against the generous curves of Jester's chest. His fingers twitch and flex above his head as she continues to tease him with her gentle explorations—as she teases both of them really, inviting only limited attentions in return.

His kisses turn slower, heavier as he accepts her invitation to map her breasts with his tongue, moaning softly in assent. Liem flicks the tip of his tongue along the lacy edge of her bralette, murmuring against damp skin as lust threatens to swamp his senses and his sense.]

You can have… whatever you want.

[Distracted as she is by brushing her lips into his velvety-soft hair, she doesn't notice any fidgeting on his part. Truth be told, her control is slowly slipping through her fingers, and as much as she would love to drag this out a little longer...let's be honest, she doesn't possess that kind of self-control.

Especially not when Liem's tongue slips under the edge of her bra, painfully close to her nipple. Jester's whimper is louder than his was, and she forgets herself enough that the surge of arousal she feels is accompanied by a backward roll of her hips, just barely grinding her barely-clothed cunt over his lap.]

Whatever I want...? That's a dangerous promise, Liem...

[Surprise coaxes a small moan out of Liem when she rocks back toward his confined erection, and despite her earlier warning, his hips roll greedily to meet her in a short, restless motion. He stills his squirming with trembling effort, his pulse throbbing impatiently in his throat and between his legs.]

I'm in a mood to make dangerous decisions.

[He pants softly against her, his words almost pleading in their eagerness. Spurred on by the sound of her whimper, he closes his mouth over her nipple through the thin fabric of her bra, first teasing with the barely-warm dampness of his breath before stroking insistently over the lace-clad flesh with his tongue.]

[She's actually quite impressed with Liem's self-control; that roll of his hips she can hardly begrudge him, worked up as the both of them are becoming. But to restrain himself from anything further is truly remarkable. Time for the big reward, she thinks.]

That's a bold declaration, [she gasps, shivering a little bit as she feels Liem's mouth close around her nipple. Even through the lace, she's sensitive, and her thighs clench as she leans across Liem. She's abandoned all pretense of doing any kind of teasing him at this point; her chin tips toward the ceiling as she enjoys his attentive mouth.]

Such boldness deserves a...ahh, a reward. Obviously. So here is what you are going to do.

[With Herculean effort, she pulls away from Liem, settling back on her knees. Her chest rises and falls heavily as her breathing has gone rather fast, her dark eyes glittering with unrestrained lust.]

You're going to finish undressing me, and the-e-en you're going to sit back against the headboard there so I can have my way with you. Okay?

[Liem eagerly laps up Jester’s reactions, soaking in the shiver in her body, the tightening of her thighs around him, the pleasure in her voice as she struggles to drag herself away from him. His eyes follow her intently as she pulls back, his long ears pricking at the mention of a reward. He feels more reckless than he does bold as he regards the glittering of her dark eyes and the heaving of her breath. She looks like she might be about to pounce on him and eat him, cotton tail and all—and he eagerly invites the possibility.]

Gladly, Jester. [He smiles.] Right away.

[He sits up and follows her across the bed, leaning closer to once again close the distance between them. The change in position causes his breath to catch a little as his erection shifts against the almost-painfully tight confines of his trousers, but a part of him savours the ache of it, of enduring his discomfort for as long as Jester sees fit. Cool fingers skim over her ribs and around to her back, tracing the lacy bottom of her bra.]

Can I help you with this, my lady?

[She's glad for Liem's lack of hesitation, welcoming his presence in her space readily. Now that she's let her control slip a little, the thrill of not knowing quite what will happen next is creeping back in, nudging her heart rate up a little faster.

His fingertips find her skin again, and her arms rise instinctively, draped over Liem's shoulders while he reaches back behind her. 'My lady' draws a giggle out of her that's got a hint of a seal's bark to it. As if she's ever been anything approaching nobility...but she likes it all the same.]

You most definitely can.

[She tilts her head and pushes her shoulders forward, offering him a tempting angle of her décolletage as he unclasps her bra. It falls away to reveal a pair of breasts just as freckled as the rest of her, round and full and tipped with indigo nipples already taut from his attentions. Framed by her glittering diamond tattoo, it's a tempting picture and she's all too aware of that fact.]

Like what you see, Father Bunny?

[Noctian bras are unfamiliar garments to Liem, and he has to explore the back of hers for a couple moments before he's able to release the clasp—but it's a simple enough fastening, and soon enough the bra is sliding from Jester's shoulders and her breasts are spilling free. Like is a small word to describe his appreciation for the sight of her bare chest. The glittering lines of her tattoo are fine decoration for the gorgeous fullness of her curves, and he's in no hurry to drag his eyes back up to hers when he moves to answer her. His gaze, when it meets hers, glows with delight and veiled want.]

Of course I do. [His lips quirk playfully.] I have impeccable taste.

[How many different ways has his title been bent and toyed with since his arrival in this world? Father Bunny is a new one, but he still finds that he likes it better than Grandfather Lime. Liem slides his hands back around to Jester's sides, resisting the urge to continue around and cup her breasts only by dint of considerable application of willpower. After a rather pregnant pause, he slides his hands down her flanks instead, slipping his fingertips beneath the lacy edge of her panties to begin easing them down her hips.]

[Jester's equally as delighted by the way Liem looks at her, by the expression in his gaze when he finally drags it back up to her eyes. A merry laugh escapes her at his response, and she lets her cool fingers drag teasingly up the back of his neck, dancing toward his hairline.]

Well obviously.

[While he pulls down her knickers, she decides to show him how impressed she is with his self-control, and begins undoing his bowtie. He's due for a little relief from all this constricting clothing, surely!]

[A pleased hum gathers at the back of Liem's throat at the teasing drag of Jester's fingers at the nape of his neck. The little touches she's been giving him feel even nicer now than they might on an ordinary day, but even more than the stroke of her fingers, he's pleased to note her hands moving to pull his bow tie undone. His collar has long since begun to feel uncomfortably hot against his flushed, oversensitive skin, and he's keenly aware of the barrier that his clothes make between him and her touch.

Ever wishing to accommodate, he eases the last of her own garments down her thighs, pulling the panties down as far as he can before her kneeling posture prevents him from sliding them any further. Already, though, she's about as bare as it's possible to be—and he's enjoying everything he sees.]

[As her panties are peeled down her thighs, past the little hip-fins she's still not quite used to and down toward her knees, Jester's fingers make quick work of Liem's bow tie and quickly abandon it to start unbuttoning his shirt. Her knees lift, one at a time, and she wiggles her underwear the rest of the way off her shins. After that, there's nothing but Jester: soft, deep blue curls nestled between her thighs, skin flushed and freckled and baring more than a few battle scars.

She's lost all sense of restraint by now, leaning forward to press hungry kisses into the open V of Liem's collar. Her fingers are halfway through his shirt buttons and it doesn't seem like they intend on stopping at any point.]

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