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[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.]

[Liem's head tips back on a small, hungry sigh as Jester leans in to kiss the bared skin beneath his collar. For a bright moment all he can focus on are her mouth at his throat, her body leaning closer, and the smooth flesh of her thighs beneath his still-lingering hands. She already told him to sit back and let her have her way with him—and he intends to—but he can't be near her without wanting to touch.

He wants to map her curves and her freckles and her scars with his hands, and then again with his mouth. Now that the barrier of her clothes is out of the way, he wants to revisit all the parts of her he only briefly got to sample as she was undressing. Liem shifts back reluctantly, drawing back to subside against the headboard as his eyes linger intently on her.]

Jester… [His soft voice has a hopeful undercurrent.] Would you like me to touch you?

[It's not until Liem sits back against the headboard and asks such a perfectly logical question that Jester remembers again that she's in charge of telling him what to do. Her skin flushed and eyes shining with unrestrained lust, Jester crowds in closer, straddling Liem's lap. She doesn't bother teasing him any more, putting her weight right in his lap with a debauched sigh as her bare cunt presses over the bulge in his trousers.]

Yes, I very, very much do, [she answers, looping her arms loosely around Liem's shoulders to keep enough distance between them that he can do all the looking and touching his little heart desires.]

[Liem's mind is a muddle of fleeting thoughts, desires and sensations all jostling for attention as Jester follows him back and crowds into his lap. A soft groan escapes him when her weight settles directly over his confined erection. He swallows, his nerves snapping excitedly at her nearness, squirming with a small roll of his hips beneath her as her bare arms wind around his shoulders.]

Well then.

[There's no need to say any more than that, is there? The sharp points of his fangs dig into his lip for a moment preceding a quick and eager grin, and his hands dance up her thighs with curious and leisurely fingers, rub gently over her waist and the curve of her stomach as his eyes drift intently down and back up to her face. As she straddles him he's working his way up deliberately, ardent but unhurried, toward the fullness of her breasts.]

[Whether he realizes it or not, Liem is actually kind of driving Jester crazy right now. The sounds he makes are so hot, just as restrained as those polite little movements he makes when he can't quite help himself. It makes her want nothing more than to make him let go a little more. She'll just make that her own personal mission...]

Ah, Liem... [She feels her face grow hot as his gaze darts down over her body and then back upward. Jester sighs and arches insistently into his hands, and then seeks out his mouth for another hungry kiss to help her cope with the fact that he only has two hands and can't touch her everywhere all at once.]

[Ah, gods… She feels so good straddling him like this, pressed close with her weight in his lap and all of her easily within reach. He relishes in the softness of her beneath his hands, so strangely cool but so vital, so alive. It doesn't feel quite as good as it would if he were just as naked as she, if he could feel her not just with his hands and lips but with every inch of him as their bodies twined together—

But as her mouth crushes against his, the slide of lips and tongue and the prick of fangs is already enough to pull a greedy sigh from him. He wants more, yes—and he seeks it as he meets that hungry kiss, as he cups her breasts in his hands and strokes them both. He circles and teases her nipples as he kisses her, nibbling gently at her mouth, then pinching the stiffened buds as he gives another small, wanting roll of his hips.]

[Liem's cool hands feel incredible, cupping her breasts and exploring her body so eagerly. Jester moans eagerly into his mouth, grinding her hips downward to chase the friction she so badly wants. She's bound to make a mess of his trousers at this rate, but that's a problem for Later Jester. For now, she's left to jerk and shudder in his lap as his clever fingers pinch her nipples.

In turn, she resumes her mission to work Liem's shirt off his shoulders, getting it off as far as she can without disrupting his roaming touch.]

Fuck, [she gasps, breaking away from his kiss only because her lungs have begun to burn for air. And then she remembers she's technically in charge, here, in a sudden stroke of brilliance.] Use your mouth, next!

[The way Jester responds to the hungry and insistent touch of his hands only drives Liem wilder. It's a torture of his own making when she bucks against him as he toys with her breasts, making him groan into her mouth. He has no room in his thoughts for the state of his pants, except to wish that they were already off, or at least undone.

When she breaks away, he drags in a much-needed breath, chest heaving for air.] Yes, [he agrees, and takes a moment to shrug the undone vest and shirt onto the cushions, revealing lean but surprisingly built shoulders, a collection of well-faded scars, and the softly-glowing shape of the gem embedded in his pale chest.]

Gods, Jester, you're irresistible.

[Once his arms are free, he slides one around the small of Jester's back and bends his head to kiss her collarbone, then the curve of her throat, his other hand lingering persuasively at her breast.]

[Jester takes a moment to catch her own breath, hungrily taking in Liem's shoulders and chest as he sheds his layers; she does some exploring of her own, fingers brushing reverently over his emerald. She grins at him, giggling softly at his compliment.]

You're one to talk, [she breathes, as his hands find her body again and his mouth dips lower. A low, contented murmur is pressed into his hair beneath his horns a moment later, and she lets her fingertips curl into the hair at the nape of his neck.] I-I've never kissed another cool-skinned person before...

[And she has to say, it just hits kinda different! She's a fan.]

[It's strange to think that Liem has been on Noctium for long enough now that his emerald has ceased to be some foreign object lodged in him, and has instead become simply part of his body—much like the brand marking his palm. He remembers looking at it in the mirror and wishing he could just carve it out. When did that urge go away?]

Mm… Neither have I.

[He'd never imagined wanting to, but he finds now that the lack of heat between them isn't disappointing in the least. If anything, the novelty is exciting.

He nuzzles carefully against the curve of her neck, mindful of his horns as he feels her murmur into his hair. His kisses trail lower, wandering down the diamond-kissed plane of her chest to the swell of her breasts—now bare, without that film of lace between her skin and his mouth. His tongue finds her nipple and strokes against it, traces around its edges, teasing the cool flesh.]

It's pretty...cool, don't you think?

[Jester can't resist the joke, though her voice definitely has a breathless edge to it as Liem's mouth dips lower and lower. Her fingers curl a little more tightly into his hair as he finds his mark, her hips pressing irresistibly into his laps, an encouraging rock.]

Ahhh... such a tease, [she murmurs into the shell of one long ear, letting the point of her tongue trace its edge.]

[Liem is just enough of a grandpa to roll his eyes a little at Jester's joke, but fortunately his face isn't especially visible while his mouth is on her tit. He's also immediately distracted by the rock of her hips pressing against him, something that turns whatever retort he might have been considering into a soft whine.]

Mnh… It takes one to know one…

[His murmur trails off as he closes his mouth more firmly around her nipple and sucks, but the hand at her other breast does indeed continue to stroke teasingly around the tightened peak. If directness is what she wants, though, he can certainly do that as well. He slides his other hand down from where it was rubbing the small of her back, instead finding the curve of her bottom.]

[Jester doesn't deny her own guilt, giggling in his ear as she presses into Liem's touch, his mouth sealing around her nipple drawing a heady moan from her. He sucks, and Jester sees stars behind her eyelids, shocks of pleasure rolling down her spine all the way to the base.]

Ah, Liem! [Her voice is almost pleading as she encourages him, chest swelling as she presses herself eagerly into his mouth. His hand on her ass is good, too, makes her feel even more desirable somehow. He'll discover her gem there, too: a teardrop shape on her left flank, where her ass cheek and hip meet, a few inches beneath her little hip fin.]

[Jester's moans and encouragements, her shiver of pleasure, the arch of her body as she presses more insistently into his mouth all thrum against his senses like rain drumming on roof tiles. The want and need in him is so much that it threatens to well up and spill out, heedless of his attempts at focus or restraint. He groans again, helplessly, the sound muffled by her breast as he laves her nipple with his tongue and then releases it with a wet, sucking sound.]

Jester… fuck…

[He returns his mouth to the skin of her breast, nibbling gently with swipes of his tongue and the light scrape of fangs as he explores the curves of her hip, her ass, her upper thigh with a wandering hand. After a moment more his other hand slides down to her ass as well, and he tugs her a little closer against him to meet a greedy roll of his hips.]

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