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Through sex? [ Phainon makes a soft, equally dry noise. He can’t imagine that being exactly what she means, but he doesn’t have the strength to form any other kind of argument. It feels odd to think so, to imagine that the intimacy of this place would do nothing to soothe his hurts and his wounds, but…

He sighs. Some of the tension bleeds out of him, rubbed away, and he reaches to hold her close, leaning into all of Cipher’s tenderness. This is a rare and pretty thing, so he should do his best to show her that he respects it, that he doesn’t intend for her to be disregarded.

Thanks to her, he understands things better than he had before.

Each kiss softens him, and he turns his head, pressing his own in return against her cheek, her jaw. When he speaks, it’s softer and more vulnerable than he’s been in a long time. ]

Stay?

[ That is absolutely not exactly what she means. For instance, there's no way she could be this tender with him in Amphoreous or even within the Exotale. That is something precious that has only been afforded to them here.

But he's not wrong, either. ]

Through sex. You learn what you want through sex fast, don't you agree?

[ He's young again, in her eyes, and Cipher can't help but feel so fiercely protective of him and this vulnerability he's allowed her to see. She settles further, letting her weight weigh heavier atop him. A silent tell that she intends to stay, but she'll say it too. For his sake. ]

I'm not going anywhere.

I am learning. That must be something, at least.

[ Being a people pleaser translating into being submissive with men who want to be on top, and a caring, leading figure for women who wanted it. It’s a strange niche he’s found himself in, but it seems to be working in his favour.

Somehow.

Leaning back, he breathes out before his forehead touches hers. He grips her, and doesn’t want to let go, a new anchor in this strange and painful world. He loves her, but he’s not sure how to express it. ]

Cipher… [ Their noses brush. There are things to say, but he can’t find the words. He hopes she understands. ]

[ Cipher nods against him. He's learning. That is something. That's all she, personally, can ask of him. The rest is up to him.

Then their noses are brushing again, and he says her name like that, and her chest tightens. She understands. It's hard not to, given what they've been talking about, their proximity, and the intimacy of the vulnerability they've both offered each other. She loves him, too. And isn't it sad that that's something else she probably couldn't admit anywhere but here? ]

Mmm. I'm glad. [ There's a part of her that worries she's still making assumptions, but Cipher commits. She closes the last, negligible bit of distance between them. ]

[ Phainon is glad she understands him.

There feels like more that should be talked about, that they should discuss the cycles, what it means, the weight of expectation. That the last thing Phainon remembers is Irontomb and his own endless graveyard, trying in vain to keep his friends safe one last time. That her love for another heir replicates his own unspoken one, and that’s an empathy that hurts.

But he doesn’t mention any of it.

Instead, he hand sinks into her hair, anchoring, as he leans into the kiss. He keeps it soft, slow to start with, born of real intimacy and honest feeling rather than the desperate burn of desire. It’s a connection with her, not this place making a demand, and he wants to treat it as the special thing it is. She’s special to him. ]

[ This is far from her first kiss here, but it's the first that steals her breath away with how gentle it is. How unhurried and easy it is. Cipher feels her blood flow slow to molasses as she continues to sink, sink, sink into the kiss and into Phainon. It's a new sensation that she thinks she could get used to.

The path her hands take down to his sternum are innocent. It's only her feline tendencies kicking in again, making her knead slowly, fists clenching around nothing in time with the rhythm of her lips moving against his.

Eventually, when her lips part and catch Phainon's bottom lip between them, it feels like the natural progression of things; still intimate and honest. No push or pull in any direction, but the option is there to further things. ]

[ It surprises him, now… innocent it feels, despite it being a deeply intimate kiss.

Cipher’s hands explore his body and Phainon leans into her, tilting his head. She nips, and he allows her to deepen the kiss just enough, his hands sliding down her body to rest gently on her waist. Her body is warm and so very good against his own, inspiring a kind of tenderness in him that he hasn’t really felt here, nor in this particular lifetime.

(It’s hard to be a creature of tenderness when your existence was a graveyard for a thing that would end your world as you knew it).

As the kiss deepens, as he leans into her, Phainon makes a soft, quiet sound against her lips. It’s not quite needy, but it’s close, not wanting to let go of her, not wanting this to end. He wants the comfort of this as much as the knowledge of her being here, being alive, after everything. ]

[ Such a soft sound... She feels it against her lips more than she hears it. Tastes it and all that it means. Cipher licks into his mouth as if to pull it out further. To swallow it down so she can keep it in her chest, selfishly hide it away, protect it.

She could kiss Phainon like this for hours, she thinks. Because it feels special, but also fleeting. Will they allow each other this intimacy again? She isn't even sure what she'll say when they eventually do part. There's too much to say and she doesn't want any of it to come to pass just yet.

So, she keeps kissing. Keeps nipping at his lips, teasing his soft palate, and hopefully stealing away more of those sweet keens of his. ]

[ As the kiss continues, something bubbles inside of him. It's a comfort, perhaps, or a warmth, something that makes him sink into this moment and feel less on edge and unsure of himself. Phainon isn't normally the type of man who gives into his worries (he is more likely to fight out the thoughts in a spar, or train to the point of exhaustion), but with nothing else to do, it is hard to ignore.

Cipher keeps kissing him, drawing more and more out of him as he yearns for him, fingers chasing her warmth. They trail along the bony shape of her spine, across shoulders lighter than his own, before he holds her closer, draws her into his embrace, and blinks back the tears that burn at his skin.

It feels like he is bleeding from an open wound, and all he can do is let her take, soothe, and hold him.

When he pauses, breathing sharply through his mouth, he leaves kisses against her jaw. His voice is low when he speaks, something like unhurried desire settling into his gut. ]

Will you let me take care of you?

[ She continues to sink, especially as his hands roam her body, but then his question (request? desire? what is it? it tastes familiar but she's never been good at putting a name to her own feelings) pulls her back above water.

Cipher stills. She blinks down at Phainon, a measured silence, before delicately shifting so she's fully atop him. She straddles his waist, bracing herself with her palms flat on his chest. ]

Is that what you want?

[ For as much as her heart is thundering in her chest and she keeps glancing at his lips, Cipher won't make this easy for Phainon. She wants to hear him say it. ]

Prove to me that you've really learnt something.

It is.

[ Wanting something and being selfish is so difficult for Phainon even now, but desire is a more secure thing. Now that he has tripped and stumbled into using his body to please others, hands calloused from fighting now soft on skin, he has a guiding light. He can manage this.

Leaning up, he pushes himself to meet her mouth again, to slide their lips together and bite at her, to hum against her skin. One hand rises, deliberate now, to brush against her waist, her thigh, to her breast, deliberate, thumb stroking there.

When Phainon moves his mouth to kiss along her jaw, he speaks in a low, soft whisper. ]

I want to touch you until you are filled with need. Until your claws sink into me and you demand more. Then I want you to put your thighs either side of my head and let me pleasure you.

[ Cipher watches him, looks Phainon directly eye-to-eye, and searches. It takes everything to ignore how his tone makes her shudder, her breathing uneven, in favor of looking for honesty in that promise of pleasure.

If this is what honesty looks like on him... ]

Unfair. [ She whimpers by his ear. How is he, really, so good at everything.

Cipher juts her chest out, into his touch, encouraging. She's not wearing anything complicated today; just a simple, loose sweater and shorts since it's starting to warm up. The hood she normally wears has been fashioned into a bow tied around one of her belt loops: an accent piece so she can keep it close without obscuring her face for the cameras. Phainon will have easy access to whatever he wants of her. ]

Then, yes, Titans - I can do that. [ She moves so they're kissing again, so she can bite at his lips more needy this time, uncaring if she's too rough or draws blood. He wants claws, so she'll give him claws and teeth. It's only fair when he's already started a slow fire in her chest. ]

[ This is him being honest.

This is him asking for what he wants.

Phainon doesn't want to think about the horrors of the cycles, the pain, the hurt, all the nightmares that haunt him. He wants to focus on Cipher, on the pleasure that he can bring her, taking care of her, doing everything within his power to bring her joy. Doing this will make them both feel good, but it will also bring her ever closer to her own wish.

He wants that for her. He wants her wish to come true.

The kiss grounds him, and he moans against her lips, drawing her closer. His hands go to her sweater, gripping the hem of it to lift it off, to tug it away so that he can make good on his word. His mouth fingers her neck as soon as the kiss breaks, and he scrapes his teeth over her skin. He feels harried, now, desperate - he wants this and her pleasure, more than he can say.

He wants her. ]

Tell me how it feels.

[ They are, truly, two leaves from the same laurel. So similar in their avoidance: Cipher doesn't want to think about any of it, either. Her wish is ever present in her mind, but she doesn't want to think about what it took to get here or what it means. How she could still fail and let Aglaea slip through her grasp again, and again.

Phainon is present. A physical force beneath her, handling her. Really wanting her. A shocking thing to realize. ]

Feels good. [ She pants. ] You can be - You can take more. Don't be so gentle.

[ Be rougher with her. She won't break. They aren't in one of the cycles; he won't hurt her. ]

[ Whatever she wants, he is willing to give.

Knowing that he is pleasing her, that she feels good because of him, is all that Phainon needs. He leans in to press his face into her neck, to chase the curve of her body with his kisses, and when he meets her collarbone, he sinks his teeth in, a little harder, enough to bruise, to leave his mark.

If anyone sees, they will know he was here. They will recognise that Phainon took care of her. It's a touch possessive, but not because he wishes to own her or claim her - but because she is someone important to him, special to him.

Tugging her closer, he lets his mouth keep going, hand rising to her breast, to squeeze gently, to chase a nipple, thumb pressing over it. ]

Anything you want.

[ The mouth will keep going, until all of her is bared, until he can get his mouth on her chest and bite there, too. ]

Ah! [ Each bite feels like a brand, radiating warmth and leaving a pleasant tingle in its wake. Cipher wants all of them; loves wearing proof that she's wanted, desired, on her skin.

He draws more gasps out of her with each bite, too. Especially once he reaches her chest. She bows her shoulders, breasts squeezing together, and that's when she finally digs her claws in to where they're anchored over Phainon's shoulders.

She manages a tut. ] What did I say, Phain-ahn? I want you to want. I'll feel good regardless. [ Her tail twitches, erratic. ]

Or do you actually want me to boss you around?

I wouldn't mind it.

[ Phainon has found he enjoys being told what to do. It might be a holdover from his issues with believing he deserves anything, or it might be that he is naturally inclined to do as he's told, but it thrills him all the same. A part of him thinks he'd like it even more of if it was Cipher, knowing he was doing something to please a person who means so much to him.

Face in her chest, he flicks his tongue over a nipple, scraping his teeth, enjoying the warmth of her, and her soft skin. ]

I want you to bite me. I want to bite you. I want you to feel how much I...

[ Care about you. Adore you. Want to keep you safe, and loved.

He groans, rolling his hips a little, hand sliding down to sink under her shorts and squeeze her ass. ]

[ With his face buried in her chest, she can curl over him. All too gentle, she kisses the crown of his head.

But then she's dragging her hands up his neck, fisting and pulling the short hair at his nape. She's back at his ear, breath still coming out ragged and uneven. ] Then bite me. Cute little puppy. Bite me as hard as you need.

[ Whatever he needs to convey what he wants. How he feels. She'll take all of it.

And for him, she'll bite. She rocks into his hips, but keeps her focus on chewing him up. She nips at his earlobe but really sinks her teeth into his neck, along one of the uneven ray of his sun tattoo after another. ]

Pull my tail.

[ The mix of something gentle and something demanding is enough for Phainon to focus on the moment, on what he had promised to do, which is pleasure her. The soft kiss she gives him makes him smile, briefly, before his attention returns to his main focus.

The pull to his hair is good, and keeps him settled as his mouth continues to explore, scraping his teeth over her skin. Absently, he wonders if she would be cross with him for leaving a bruise on one of her breasts, biting a mark there, worshipful. She tells him to bite, and so...

Leaning in, he lets his teeth sink into the flesh of her left breast, biting hard enough to leave a bruise, to leave something for her to remember later, moaning against her skin.

At the same time, his fingers slide around to wrap around her tail, moaning as her bite comes at the same time that he pulls it, muffled by the hot skin as he leans up to bite at her neck as hard as he had the rest of her. ]

[ The combination of his bite and pulling her tail has Cipher seeing stars. She moans, loud and wet against his skin, and grinds down again as if he actually pushed her into him rather than pulled.

It feels good. Like a shot of adrenaline right up her spine. Except it settles low in her gut, stirred in with the already present warmth there. The pleasure just keeps building. Phainon's too good at this. What all was he worried about before?? ]

Again. Just like that, 's perfect.

[ She bites again, as if to encourage him. ]

[ The sound she makes is enough to leave Phainon feeling as if he is going insane, such an incredible sound that he wants more of. He likes the way that she bites him, her fangs sinking into him, as if begging for their shared blood to rise to the surface, and it has him gasping against her skin. His fingers trace the thin line of her tail, before he goes to her shorts and pulls at them.

It's tempting to just rip them off her, but he can see her scolding him for that choice.

Instead, he pushes them down, to get them out of the way, with or without her help. At the same time, he nuzzles into her neck, sucking marks against her skin, leaving echoes of his touch and his affection wherever he can. Anyone who sees either of them later will have an idea of what happened, but they won't know. Only they will.

Moving, then, is easy. One hand stays around her tail, to pull and bully her as much as she might want, while the other slips between her legs, to nudge them open and start to learn all the things she likes the most. ]

[ If they weren't coming off the high of an overly emotional conversation, she'd find him ripping her shorts off very sexy. But, right now, she appreciates the care he takes. It matches the mood, despite how frantic their actions have become.

Everything is still steeped in care. Intimacy. This is something they can only experience with each other. It really is special.

Cipher mewls. She finally eases away from Phainon's neck, but hugs him tighter in exchange. ] Easy. Don't touch directly. Not yet.

[ Her clit. Unless he wants her to cum too fast. Which is an option, but. ]

Not yet. That’s for my mouth.

[ It’s good to have the warning that she might be a little sensitive, though.

Phainon is a little less experienced in this than he has been the other things he’d tried here, but he’s not planning on letting that stop him. His fingers brush against Cipher’s inner thighs gently, teasing, wanting to see how she reacts to touches so close to where it would feel the best. He’s willing to do whatever it takes, to put the work in to learn, unashamed.

As he leans in to kiss her against, he hums, fingers curled around her tail, stroking the soft fur there. Absently, he wonders about her ears, too. ]

Will you tell me what you do like? My fingers first, and then…

[ He wants to devour her so badly. ]

Fingers first. Pet like you would any other pussy... cat.

[ She just can't help herself. But it feels good to be able to joke at this time, too. Another aspect that makes this special.

Her legs part wider under his gentle teasing, no resistance. There's no reason to even play pretend when it's clear she wants him just as much. It's clear in her heartbeat, still beating rabbit-quick beneath her skin, and how she can feel her own wetness now just inches and one thin layer of fabric away from his hands. ]

Then I sit on your face like you want, and you go slow still but swallow down everything I give you.

Cipher.

[ Phainon says her name with fondness, though, despite the poor joke. She is who she is, and he adores her for it. There are so many memories of fleeting time they had together, and he was never able to share just how much he trusted and cherished her, too.

Still leaving kisses against her neck, his fingers go where commanded. At first all he does is tease a little, pressing two against where her underwear is damp, a tease he’s not able to resist, but he’d sworn to himself to be dedicated to her pleasure.

She wants fingers, so that’s what she will get.

Phainon pushes all the fabric aside and curls his fingers up, teasing her gently. He watches her face now, eyes dark and filled with want, until he finally gives in and allows her what she wants, fingers an offering to her pleasure, to the soft sound she makes when he touches her. She’s wet, and warm, and he thinks that if this is how good she feels on his fingers, he’ll lose himself when he has her on his tongue. ]

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