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[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.]

[As Liem pulls away, gasping her name and cursing, Jester feels any of her remaining resolve begin to crumble. His fangs scrape lightly against her skin, raising goosebumps in their wake, and as he pulls her closer into his lap and his erection grinds up into her, it breaks entirely. Jester whimpers, her thighs squeezing tight around his waist, and then she abandons her previous plan in favor of falling backward onto the bed, dragging Liem down with her with her hand still threaded in his hair.]

Take your pants off, [she breathes, ragged and hungry,] and then fuck me.

[Why deprive themselves any further of what they both so clearly want?]

[Although Liem agreed to have Jester over on the premise that she could order him around, he never promised to actually be well-behaved. The more he tastes of her, the more of her whimpers he drinks down and the more she teases his desperately-hardened erection, the less of his manners he seems to recall. But he has, at least, rediscovered his eagerness to please her however she likes. When Jester pulls away from his mouth only to fall back on the bed, bending him by the hair over her supine body, his tongue and teeth drag briefly, hungrily over his lower lip.]

Yes. Thank you, yes.

[Then he hastens to obey her direction, shifting over her to undo his trousers and peel himself out of them, a small groan escaping him as his swollen cock finally bobs free of its confinement, slickness already staining the tip. As he hastily slides his pants off, like his ears and tail and hair, the tidy curls he reveals are pitch black. Liem tosses the clothes aside, returning his attention to Jester almost feverishly, as though he can't bear to be parted from her for even a moment more.

But although he feels desperate enough to rut like a wild creature, he leashes his urgency as he nudges the tip of his erection against her cunt, and then slowly, deliberately pushes inside, watching her as he buries himself inch by inch.]

[The hungry way Liem licks over his lip makes Jester feel like the most tempting slice of blueberry pie that he's about to devour. She hums out a triumphant laugh as he quickly moves to obey her order, helping kick his pants down his lips with her feet before she stretches luxuriantly beneath him. Her gaze dips to finally take in his cock, admiring the shape and color before she drags her eyes back up to Liem's.]

Ah, yeah, come here...

[Her cunt is slippery-wet, and he plies into her all too easily, her slick walls gripping tight around him as soon as they're able. Jester loves the sensation of fullness, the feeling of Liem pressing into her where her Infernal blood makes her run far hotter than her cool exterior would suggest. Her legs tighten around his waist, too, as if every part of her is determined to keep him as close as he can be.]

[After the cool touch of Jester’s skin, the heat of her cunt as he presses inside her is enough to turn his soft groan into a gasp. There’s no part of him that runs any hotter than tepid, and the sudden spike of unexpected heat is nearly overwhelming.

But it doesn’t stop him from wanting more, from gripping one freckled thigh to hitch her hips higher against him as he leans over her body, his eyes aglow with what he spies in her expression.]

Ohh… you’re so hot...

[Mischief mingles with the lust in his gaze as he draws back just enough for an experimental thrust, one that has his fangs digging into the soft skin of his lip. Then he fucks into her again and begins to find his rhythm, his hand still firm on her thigh, stretching low over her so his lips can find her shoulder, her collarbone, her neck.]

[Every sound Liem makes is like fuel for the fire that's burning up inside of her, every press of his fingers into her soft flesh making her blood sing. It's such a relief to give herself over to this, to give up her delightful exercise in control, and let Liem give them both what they're after.]

You're one to talk!

[She laughs, a breathless sound, her hips lifting so she can hug her legs tight around Liem's waist. The phantom of her tail wants to wind around his ankle, but instead there's a nothingness there that's very strange if she lets herself think about it. Instead, she gazes adoringly, heatedly up at Liem as he begins to fuck her in earnest, her palms pressed flat over his back as he stretches across her to dot her skin with kisses.]

Ah, good, that's my good boy...

[Liem already knew, from the wild ache of his barely-touched cock and from the needy warmth prickling over his skin wherever Jester touched him, that his hunger for contact had been fanned even hotter by the pulsing of his gem. He knew even before he started fucking her, so he's not surprised by how desperately good she feels wrapped tight about him, or how quickly his breath begins to go ragged as he thrusts avidly into her. It would be so easy to send himself straight to peak like this, with how sensitive and how horny he is in this form. He does his best to pace himself, but gods above, Jester isn't making it any easier.]

Ohh—

[My good boy shoots straight into him and shivers all the way down his spine. Praise in bed is already compelling enough, but it's being called mine that threatens to undo him. He sighs unevenly against the freckled skin of her collarbone, spine arching against her hands and his kisses dipping greedily down to the nipple of her other breast.]

[Jester doesn't even question the possessive as it slips out of her mouth, caught up in the onslaught of sensation and closeness and the irresistible draw of Synchrony. Her Sapphire makes it so easy to just let go, to let her desire flow over like water running over the edges of a vessel. And there's Liem, his eagerness and the greedy way his hands map over her skin, his mouth wet and sweet on her nipple, he's been so good to her that he deserves everything she can give him.

Her hands don't stay still, fingers tracing down the furrow of his spine, her nails raking his skin lightly on their way back up to wander over his shoulders. Each meeting of their hips pulls eager, encouraging sounds from Jester's mouth. Sometimes wordless, sometimes a breathless yes, there!, always sweet and sincere and eager as he fills her so well.]

[For every sound of encouragement from Jester, for every sigh and moan that accompanies the rhythmic meeting of their bodies, the need beating wildly inside of Liem grows more frantic. He gasps breathless encouragement for the light rake of nails over his back, even as he chases her own little words of praise, trying to find just the right angle, the right rhythm that will fill her just so.

His body and his gem might be hungry for his own satisfaction, but even more than that, Liem thirsts for more of those eager sounds that spill from her lips, sounds that thrill his body almost as much as her tight heat wrapped around him. He shifts his weight, slowing briefly as his wandering touch slides between them, over the curve of her hip and belly until his thumb is rubbing against the swollen pearl of her clit. Then just like that, he begins fucking her in earnest once again, teasing her slickened clit with every eager thrust while she's stretched tight around his cock.]

[It's funny, how rapidly Jester's perception of Liem is changing. She's always thought he's handsome, since they met. She remembers sneaking little peeks at him in the hot springs in Haustram, not so long ago. But with his upright demeanor, she's never thought of him as sexy until today. He is, undeniably; his sounds, his fervent and unrestrained attentions, his flushed cheeks, that piercing gaze trained fully on her? That's another thing altogether.

Her instinct when he draws away is to follow after him, but the presence of his hand snaking its way down her soft stomach stops her, draws a gasp from her as it finds its way between her thighs and his fingers tease out her swollen, violet clit.]

Ah, gods, please—

[Jester shudders, her thighs tightening around Liem's waist, head thrown back as pleasure rolls through her like a fever chill.]

Come inside, oh, inside me, Liem.

[Jester's fervent invitation is all it takes to break down the last of Liem's restraint, trampling over the crumbling barriers that had been bidding him, wait, wait, as he tried to delay his own climax. He drinks in her gasp like wine, thrusting into her with mounting urgency as the shudders of her own pleasure spur him on.]

Gods, Jester—

[Words fail him as he watches her arching beneath him, lust and ecstasy written in every line of her body, hot and wanting and so very alive. Pleasure swells in him until he's brimming with it, then finally it crests in a flood, drawing a low, ragged moan from him as he bucks into her with that final, trembling release.]

[Jester relishes in the moment she feels Liem let go, lets the rest of his inhibitions fall away. He's pounding into her and his fingers rubs in exactly the right place and she's wet, almost dripping where their bodies meet. Shockwaves of pleasure lance through her, quicker and closer together, and before very long at all he's letting out a filthy moan and complying with her request all too happily. There's a warm, flooding feeling inside of her and her huge dark eyes clamp shut as she follows after Liem in short order.]

Oh, oh—! [A bark-like yelp issues from her as her body arches into a taut line beneath him, nails digging into his shoulders and her heels digging in to pull him in and hold him close. Her vision is fuzzy when she opens her eyes again, her breath coming out in quick, heavy pants as she rocks through the aftershocks of her orgasm. After a moment, her voice echoes faintly near his ear:]

Holy fucking shitballs, Liem...

[For one long, bright moment Liem is lost in the carnal delight of their joined bodies, his long ears pinned back and trembling as his hips move with fitful urgency against her. Her own orgasm ripples through him like an aftershock, coaxing a shuddering breath from his lungs as their synchrony washes him in that second wave of pleasure. Finally he slumps over her, leaning his elbows against the bed as he presses his face against the join of her neck and shoulder.]

I’ve never heard that one before.

[His reply comes slowly, exhaled against her skin as he regains his breath. Somehow, a hint of his usual mildness still manages to creep into it.]

They’re good shitballs, I hope.

[As her breathing evens out and the tension bleeds from Jester's body, she lets out a soft, shuddering sigh, her fingers running in gentle trails up and down Liem's back. Her head falls back against the mattress, hair mussed and sticking to her face, and a breathless laugh startles out of her.]

Hahaha, oh, yes. Definitely. I mean, bravo.

[Her hands clap faintly behind him, and then her arms drop and one hand slides between them, where their bodies are still joined, her fingers sliding through the slick between her thighs. Jester moans softly, her hand retreating, smearing it across her lower abdomen.]

Such a mess you made, Liem...

[Never mind that she asked him to do it, of course.]

[Content as Liem is, the gentle trail of Jester’s nails over his back brings a quiet sigh to his lips, and he arches slightly beneath them, languid as a stretching cat. He chooses to take her jesting applause as a compliment, and regards her with sly satisfaction as her hand wanders down her body and finds the slickness between her legs.]

Well… I’d best clean it up then, don’t you think?

[His house, his mess—his responsibility. His ears quiver as he pulls out of her with a small groan, but his eyes stay steady on hers as he continues to prowl backwards down her body. He pauses over her lower belly, dipping his gaze and then his mouth to lave the slick smear with slow strokes of his tongue.]

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