[ There's a tease on the tip of her tongue. A coy "you love me!" Instead, her peal of laughter trails off into another moan.
(probably for the better)
The more he touches, the more she sings a sweet song of "ah, ah, ahs" and pretty mewls for him.
To further reward him, Cipher leans back in to return mouthing at his neck. She laps at the bruises already there, bites again to muffle a particularly loud whine, rinse and repeat. All the while, her core tightens like a coil.
She tilts her hips to ease the glide of his fingers, chasing her pleasure. ]
[ The problem is that he does, he does love her, and while it might not be a deep, all-encompassing romantic love, it is real love all the same. Millions of lifetimes devoted to her happiness, and the happiness of their fellow heirs, means that he can't not love her; even without the cycles, he'd choose to cherish her in this way all the same.
The soft noises she makes for him, because of him, stir him; his cock is already hard, but it feels more intense from the way she bites, from how she whines, how she tilts her hips just-so. It makes Phainon desperate, but not for himself - for her, and her alone, his devotion real and clear.
Sliding his fingers around, he wastes no time. He can tell she's wet, can tell she wants this, knows that she doesn't mind the sweet burn of ache; he presses two fingers into her, careful all the same, giving her something to rock over and ride as he leans up to bite her neck again. ]
[ He loves her, and it doesn't matter what kind of love it is. It's a love that she reciprocates, but may not be able to stomach on top of everything else at this moment. They can have another moment, at another time, when Cipher doesn't feel like she can feel Phainon's fingers in her lungs.
She may... prefer the more delicate touch of a woman, but she will always appreciate how much bigger men's fingers tend to be. Thicker. Just two fingers and the stretch is already a pleasant sear. She rocks her hips harder, more insistent, fucking herself on his fingers while he bites, and she bites, and
That coil inside her twists impossibly tight, but it's not quite enough. Cipher wraps her arms around Phainon's shoulders, tight enough to smother, and her nails dig into his skin. A different kind of bite. ]
[ There will be time for more talking later, more discussion, maybe even more of this, idle kisses and sweet moments as they grow more and more familiar with each other. It's strange to think he knows her so well, trusts her so deeply, when the time they have spent together has been far less than other Heirs. The mantle she had to carry was a heavy one, too, wasn't it?
None of those weights matter when they're here together, watching her rock her hips over his fingers, moaning for more, taking and taking. It's what she deserves, what he wants to give her, and Phainon is obsessed with the notion of making sure she has every single desire she could wish for at her heels.
Even if he can't grant her one wish, he can try and make the others come true.
Groaning softly, he leans up to kiss her, a drag of his mouth and a bite against her lip, before he leans back. He goes further and further, fingers still rocking into her, bright eyes glued to her face. ]
[ It's almost embarrassing how much she feels the loss of Phainon's mouth and his warmth. His fingers are still making a mess of her, but immediately she craves the presence, the intensity, that was his body so close to hers. Cipher chases him down with a whine.
Her hands naturally slide down his shoulders with his descent, making it easy to take purchase of his front. So she can both push him down and grab at him like he'll slip from her fingers.
Then, she's thanking Zagreus for all the running she's done for once, because crawling the short distance and keeping herself positioned over the heat of Phainon's mouth is also easy.
He looks good like this. Eyes dark and drunk on her pleasure. This is the Phainon she wants to see more of. ]
Touch yourself, too. [ She's panting still. ] But don't you dare come without me.
[ Phainon enjoys the way she is so quick to move her body over his own, to take what she wants. He lies before her as a vessel of her pleasure, to give her anything and everything she might desire, so watching her be so open and brazen is alluring in a way that he can't find the words for.
As soon as she is settled over him he is quick to go to town, to enjoy himself, leaning up to drag his tongue over her. Phainon is tempted to deliberately avoid her clit to tease her and make her whine, but he wants her purrs more than he wants anything else, more of those sweet, needy sounds.
One arm holds onto her thigh, nails digging in, as the other slides down between them to get a hand under his own clothes, to wrap his fingers around his cock. He moans against her, shuddering from it, drunk on the sensation of fucking her with his tongue and rocking his own hand into his palm.
It's decadent, in a way, but isn't that a good thing? ]
[ It is. This is the kind of decadence she likes. Not the shitty chandeliers, and pretentious finger foods that were present at the ball. That wasn't for them. It all felt hollow, and this, here, is all for Phainon and Cipher. The cameras may still be watching, but this decadence is theirs to enjoy.
Of course, she's not thinking about any of that while he eats her out like it's his one purpose in life. She can only think of her mounting pleasure, heightened more by the sound of Phainon touching himself like she told him to. His obedience is thrilling.
Cipher rocks the same rhythm against his mouth, her hands now in his hair both to ground herself and as another expression of her pleasure. When he fucks into her or works her clit, she pulls at his hair, delirious and no longer gentle. ]
[ His own pleasure is secondary to hers, even with a hand around his cock, his hips chasing the burn of it. It doesn't feel like quite enough, a little oversensitive from how long he has been on edge, bubbling as he takes care of her, as he worships her, shows his affection and warmth without pause.
The way Cipher rocks over him, against him, makes him want to double down and give her it all, to show her just how much he cares about her. The pull to his hair, harsher and more violent than before, leaves Phainon moaning, and she might notice that under her touch and against her thighs he is getting hotter, warmer, powers awakened from the intimacy and the sex.
He's trying to contain it, he always does, but the sheer amount of Coreflames that burn bright in him are hard to swallow.
Turning his head, he lets her use him, his tongue focussing on her clit, now, listening to what he has been told, wanting to hear her come for him. ]
And that's all she needs. Phainon focuses on her clit, and it becomes the final push that she needed and all too much all at once. Her body tightens as the pleasure ebbs on overwhelming, almost painful, rising, rising until that coil inside her snaps and she comes undone.
Cipher cries out, loud, unashamed, as she climaxes. Her whole body reacts: chest heaving, thighs trembling, convulsing in Phainon's hold while she keeps her hands tight in his hair just the same. ] Oh, Kephale... Titans.
[ The space between her thighs feels even wetter than before with her release. She's sure she's made a mess of his face, oops. ]
[ It's beautiful, hearing her come for him, twisting in his hair as if he can ride along with it, as if he can lean down and ever be worthy of what she offers him in return (friendship, kindness, honesty, comfort).
Phainon is damp with her, lips flushed a hot colour, chin wet, but he doesn't care. He keeps going until he thinks she is too sensitive, needs a break, and then he's turning his head to nuzzle into the warmth of Cipher's thigh as an alternative, panting against her skin, hips moving a little faster. His heels are digging into the bed, now, and he groans, so close to his own release.
She sounds so pretty, so nice, that he can feel his own orgasm coming, whimpering against her, a pathetic dog as he blinks up to meet her eyes. ]
[ Oh, sweetness. Again, she thinks, he looks lovely like this. Gold in his cheeks and wet with her. His own whimpers and groans are so nice to her ears, too. She wants to hear more of him in the thralls of his own pleasure. Wants to hear how he sounds when he comes.
Her hands return to their gentle state, back to scraping along his scalp in little soothing circles. ] You did so well. You can come now, puppy. Come for me?
[ He deserves it. He's worth of it, worth of it all. Cipher wants so badly for him to understand that. ]
It wasn't hatred in a traditional sense. He didn't burn with anger and grief for the sake of Destruction, but in opposition to it, wanting to do no more than save the world he loved so deeply. He had raised his blade to face Nanook himself, to stop Irontomb, to give himself over and let himself fall to rot and ruin.
Right now, he feels... Loved. Cipher touching him, stroking fingers through his hair, whispering to him so sweetly... It's some kind of love. The devotion of Chrysos Heirs, the understanding of adoration, and it leaves the tears in his eyes burning, flooding him.
He is filled with love, and how rare is that?
When he comes, it's with a shaky noise, staining his fingers as he arches, hissing her name between his teeth and shuddering through it, exhausted in the aftermath. ]
[ She feels him tense, arch, and it makes Cipher feel so, so happy. So relieved. Proud again, though perhaps that's a strange sentiment to have about having sex. But it's not about the sex. None of this has really been about the sex.
Cipher feels so loved, too. Incredibly loved. This is a type of devotion she didn't think she would ever experience, either.
She giggles despite still being out of breath, fingers still carding through his hair. ] There you go. Easy.
[ The wash of feeling runs through him, and Phainon breathes out. They're both dirty, now, but that doesn't matter even a little bit to him - what happens rather than him worrying is a soft, rolling laughter, his eyes soft as he pushes himself up.
Careful of his messy hands and jaw, he leans in, nuzzling at her neck with a smile. ]
[ The kisses make him laugh, a soft and almost sweet sound as he nuzzles into her, giving into the urge and letting his mouth chase hers, kissing her jaw, her neck, and smiling into her skin. ]
You're not allowed to tease me for at least half an hour!
[ After that, bets are off.
Curling around her, he sinks into her body, holding her gently. ]
[ She laughs with him, light and gentle, and it peters off naturally as he sinks into her and she rests her head on his shoulder.
Long ago, Cipher had been so envious of Phainon. Amphoreous's Deliverer. Okhema's hero. Aglaea's golden child. She thought he was everything that she could never be. It left her bitter. Resentful.
How foolish.
Here, in his arms, she feels nothing but warm. Secure. She would do anything for this man to keep him safe, to keep him happy. ]
Heedless of the mess, the need to change his sheets, he rolls them a little so that he can lie down, so that he can offer Cipher the chance to move and curl against the too-warm heat of his chest. He doesn't mind staying here for a little bit longer, to let the high settle into something warm.
At her question, he pauses, considering, before he breathes out softly. ]
I feel...
[ He isn't sure what the best word is, and he gives it real, deep thought. ]
[ She doesn't hesitate to curl up on his chest. Though... lying down together is probably dangerous. With how comfortable and sated she is, she's likely to get sleepy. ]
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(probably for the better)
The more he touches, the more she sings a sweet song of "ah, ah, ahs" and pretty mewls for him.
To further reward him, Cipher leans back in to return mouthing at his neck. She laps at the bruises already there, bites again to muffle a particularly loud whine, rinse and repeat. All the while, her core tightens like a coil.
She tilts her hips to ease the glide of his fingers, chasing her pleasure. ]
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The soft noises she makes for him, because of him, stir him; his cock is already hard, but it feels more intense from the way she bites, from how she whines, how she tilts her hips just-so. It makes Phainon desperate, but not for himself - for her, and her alone, his devotion real and clear.
Sliding his fingers around, he wastes no time. He can tell she's wet, can tell she wants this, knows that she doesn't mind the sweet burn of ache; he presses two fingers into her, careful all the same, giving her something to rock over and ride as he leans up to bite her neck again. ]
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She may... prefer the more delicate touch of a woman, but she will always appreciate how much bigger men's fingers tend to be. Thicker. Just two fingers and the stretch is already a pleasant sear. She rocks her hips harder, more insistent, fucking herself on his fingers while he bites, and she bites, and
That coil inside her twists impossibly tight, but it's not quite enough. Cipher wraps her arms around Phainon's shoulders, tight enough to smother, and her nails dig into his skin. A different kind of bite. ]
Phainon, I can't -
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None of those weights matter when they're here together, watching her rock her hips over his fingers, moaning for more, taking and taking. It's what she deserves, what he wants to give her, and Phainon is obsessed with the notion of making sure she has every single desire she could wish for at her heels.
Even if he can't grant her one wish, he can try and make the others come true.
Groaning softly, he leans up to kiss her, a drag of his mouth and a bite against her lip, before he leans back. He goes further and further, fingers still rocking into her, bright eyes glued to her face. ]
You want my mouth? Take it.
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Her hands naturally slide down his shoulders with his descent, making it easy to take purchase of his front. So she can both push him down and grab at him like he'll slip from her fingers.
Then, she's thanking Zagreus for all the running she's done for once, because crawling the short distance and keeping herself positioned over the heat of Phainon's mouth is also easy.
He looks good like this. Eyes dark and drunk on her pleasure. This is the Phainon she wants to see more of. ]
Touch yourself, too. [ She's panting still. ] But don't you dare come without me.
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As soon as she is settled over him he is quick to go to town, to enjoy himself, leaning up to drag his tongue over her. Phainon is tempted to deliberately avoid her clit to tease her and make her whine, but he wants her purrs more than he wants anything else, more of those sweet, needy sounds.
One arm holds onto her thigh, nails digging in, as the other slides down between them to get a hand under his own clothes, to wrap his fingers around his cock. He moans against her, shuddering from it, drunk on the sensation of fucking her with his tongue and rocking his own hand into his palm.
It's decadent, in a way, but isn't that a good thing? ]
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Of course, she's not thinking about any of that while he eats her out like it's his one purpose in life. She can only think of her mounting pleasure, heightened more by the sound of Phainon touching himself like she told him to. His obedience is thrilling.
Cipher rocks the same rhythm against his mouth, her hands now in his hair both to ground herself and as another expression of her pleasure. When he fucks into her or works her clit, she pulls at his hair, delirious and no longer gentle. ]
Close- Close. Oh, fuck, Phainon-
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The way Cipher rocks over him, against him, makes him want to double down and give her it all, to show her just how much he cares about her. The pull to his hair, harsher and more violent than before, leaves Phainon moaning, and she might notice that under her touch and against her thighs he is getting hotter, warmer, powers awakened from the intimacy and the sex.
He's trying to contain it, he always does, but the sheer amount of Coreflames that burn bright in him are hard to swallow.
Turning his head, he lets her use him, his tongue focussing on her clit, now, listening to what he has been told, wanting to hear her come for him. ]
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listen, she's down for temperature playAnd that's all she needs. Phainon focuses on her clit, and it becomes the final push that she needed and all too much all at once. Her body tightens as the pleasure ebbs on overwhelming, almost painful, rising, rising until that coil inside her snaps and she comes undone.
Cipher cries out, loud, unashamed, as she climaxes. Her whole body reacts: chest heaving, thighs trembling, convulsing in Phainon's hold while she keeps her hands tight in his hair just the same. ] Oh, Kephale... Titans.
[ The space between her thighs feels even wetter than before with her release. She's sure she's made a mess of his face, oops. ]
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Phainon is damp with her, lips flushed a hot colour, chin wet, but he doesn't care. He keeps going until he thinks she is too sensitive, needs a break, and then he's turning his head to nuzzle into the warmth of Cipher's thigh as an alternative, panting against her skin, hips moving a little faster. His heels are digging into the bed, now, and he groans, so close to his own release.
She sounds so pretty, so nice, that he can feel his own orgasm coming, whimpering against her, a pathetic dog as he blinks up to meet her eyes. ]
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Her hands return to their gentle state, back to scraping along his scalp in little soothing circles. ] You did so well. You can come now, puppy. Come for me?
[ He deserves it. He's worth of it, worth of it all. Cipher wants so badly for him to understand that. ]
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It wasn't hatred in a traditional sense. He didn't burn with anger and grief for the sake of Destruction, but in opposition to it, wanting to do no more than save the world he loved so deeply. He had raised his blade to face Nanook himself, to stop Irontomb, to give himself over and let himself fall to rot and ruin.
Right now, he feels... Loved. Cipher touching him, stroking fingers through his hair, whispering to him so sweetly... It's some kind of love. The devotion of Chrysos Heirs, the understanding of adoration, and it leaves the tears in his eyes burning, flooding him.
He is filled with love, and how rare is that?
When he comes, it's with a shaky noise, staining his fingers as he arches, hissing her name between his teeth and shuddering through it, exhausted in the aftermath. ]
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Cipher feels so loved, too. Incredibly loved. This is a type of devotion she didn't think she would ever experience, either.
She giggles despite still being out of breath, fingers still carding through his hair. ] There you go. Easy.
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Careful of his messy hands and jaw, he leans in, nuzzling at her neck with a smile. ]
It's that easy, hm?
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If only because Cipher is aware that this is a unique experience that they will only have together.
She guides his head to tilt back so she can pepper his face with more kisses. She doesn't mind the taste of herself on his lips. ] Shush.
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You're not allowed to tease me for at least half an hour!
[ After that, bets are off.
Curling around her, he sinks into her body, holding her gently. ]
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[ She laughs with him, light and gentle, and it peters off naturally as he sinks into her and she rests her head on his shoulder.
Long ago, Cipher had been so envious of Phainon. Amphoreous's Deliverer. Okhema's hero. Aglaea's golden child. She thought he was everything that she could never be. It left her bitter. Resentful.
How foolish.
Here, in his arms, she feels nothing but warm. Secure. She would do anything for this man to keep him safe, to keep him happy. ]
How do you feel?
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[ Slowly, careful, Phainon wiggles.
Heedless of the mess, the need to change his sheets, he rolls them a little so that he can lie down, so that he can offer Cipher the chance to move and curl against the too-warm heat of his chest. He doesn't mind staying here for a little bit longer, to let the high settle into something warm.
At her question, he pauses, considering, before he breathes out softly. ]
I feel...
[ He isn't sure what the best word is, and he gives it real, deep thought. ]
Lighter.
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Good. I'm glad.
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Do you want to bathe together, too?
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Fiiiine. If only because I'm half asleep now.
[ And because she adores him ugh ugh ugh. ]
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[ But he's not moving just yet, clearly content. ]
Just a few more minutes.
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[ But yes, just a few more minutes. A few more minutes... ]