[ And he earns one - although she does what she can to muffle the noise by biting down her lip never once allowing her gaze to leave his. It's not long before her nipples are pert perks, the exposed skin of her belly and chest now pebbled not because of the warm summer air but ignited because of his touch.
It's his teeth against the sensitive skin of her thighs however that finally coax another soft needy sound from her. Her hips jerk involuntarily and the hand that had been teasing the quickly dampening fabric presses against herself a little harder. Hilda can't help but let out a breathy laugh as her fingers slip underneath the delicate lace of her underwear this time. A hand slips underneath the pillow behind her head, as her back arches her body quietly calling out for him in spite of what her words say otherwise. But she wouldn't give in that easily. ]
More specific? If I have to be more specific then you might have to go sit at the other end of the bed. Maybe it would inspire you or encourage you to think a little faster on your feet.
[ Her knuckles stretch the fabric as her fingers begin to play with her clit, eyes shining with that unspoken challenge. ]
[ Not even Claude with his control over showing or feeling something can pretend like those noises and that needy lift of her hips doesn't affect him, half hard as he is already inside his sleep shorts. And Hilda's challenge? It's a successful one: Claude withdraws his hand again, this time to slide it beneath her underwear as well. His hand comes to rest over hers with her free fingers curled into his palm as his other ones join hers around her clit. Much as he's enjoying her legs over his shoulders he leaves them around his waist now as he moves back up the bed to lean over her. ]
Like this end of the bed instead of where I was?
[ Asked with a heavy dose of faux innocence - of which they both know well he has none and this isn't what she meant by sitting back to watch. But Claude's choosing to find his own inspiration as he moves their fingers at pace which gets incrementally quicker every few seconds while watching her reaction considering he knows it's still not quite enough.
Which is why with a slight smirk he bends his head down, this time foregoing teasing her with his (other) hand to run his tongue over that bud of her nipple a few times in time with the strokes of her clit before pausing as he keeps their hands moving together while trailing his other fingers along her heat in more teasing than intent without further permission first. ]
Seems to be working out okay right here, unless there's something else you want.
[ She'd huff more at his cheekiness for twisting her words in a way that best suits him in this situation, but she can't say that she's particularly bothered by it. Not when it also benefits her too. Such was the nature of their back and forth. There were few times when they were together like this that they actually meant what they said and expected the other to abide by it. And even if she wouldn't have had any problem playing with herself while he watched, it's immediately lost in the form of a pleased hum when his weight shifts and his hands come to join hers in stretching the fabric even tighter.
Any clever quip or retort is lost to his dexterous fingers and warm mouth. Every slight menstruation against her folds and clit make it increasingly difficult not to moan and buck into his touch to the point where her mind forgets that her own fingers are still there. They're simply being moved by Claude's will. Her gaze is half-lidded as the dampness and need for him between her legs grows. A flush spreads down her chest as legs tighten around his waist, her other hand finding purchase in his hair at the nape of his neck so she can draw him close and press her lips to his.
The next quick touch against her swollen clit has her head pressing back against the pillow, eyes fluttering closed. Of course he knows what she wants. But she isn't about to beg yet. He hasn't done enough for that. ]
[ Her legs tightening around him as a different kind of betrayal to the need, the desire, the want already being telegraphed in all those noises and all those motions is enough to bring a smirk to Claude's face. One which is short lived when her fingers in his hair in a grasp he knows she knows he likes get his lips to part on an exhale. It's not until she pulls him down for a kiss that a noise slips out and gets lost between their mouths as he meets her just as insistently.
For that Hilda earns another sweep of his fingers and he's rewarded with her falling back against the pillow with a look on her face he never gets tired of memorizing. Her petulance never fails to be something he finds endearing even as he risks a breathy laugh. ]
Not doing a good enough job showing you, am I?
[ A question he's not looking for an answer to as he's admiring that flush where it stands out even in the room's dim light. Where it'd been teasing before, now his touch quickens to take over for her fingers that've lost focus. That suits him just fine as he keeps his focus on her clit to keep those smaller waves of pleasure that could be bigger still as he leans down again, but this time to murmur into her ear in a low voice. ]
Should I make it up to you by making you come now or later?
[ Quickly becoming lost in her own pleasure still isn't enough for her to miss the noise that Claude lets out. Knowing that she can still pull those sounds of pleasure from him makes her toes curl and a little jolt of satisfaction runs through her.
Although her legs are wrapped securely around his waist, her fingers wound through his hair feel like a lifeline tethering her here to the present. Hilda knows that it's only a matter of time before she loses herself completely if things continue this way. As her own fingers fall to the wayside and emerge from beneath the fabric of her underwear they're slick with her desire and how much she needed him. His teasing and tactics were effective - not that either of them had any doubts.
Her fingers find purchase on her other breast, kneading it and twisting and teasing her other nipple in time with Claude's fingers. But it's his breath tickling her ear and the low cadence of his voice that has her letting out another keen from the back of her throat as her hips buck up into him. Her body demands it now, but the look she gives him from under half-lidded eyes says something else. How is she supposed to pick? ]
Claude - [ Her hips buck again as another wave of heat washes over her and she draws in a sharp breath. ] don't be mean. I'm not sure you've earned making me come now.
[ That noise after his question like the words dragged it out of her ignites the feeling already running through his veins more than when she'd given herself over to his touch alone. Claude has to swallow back his own need when his focus stays on Hilda and altering each movement to tailor it to each reaction. His name on her lips as her hips jerk again as he keeps his fingers moving nearly erases the thoughts from his mind despite his resolve from seconds ago, and same for the sight of her beneath him as he sits up enough to watch her resisting an edge he's working her carefully towards. Ready to bring her over it right then and there, in fact, but then there's another option she's just presented him with. ]
No? Well, if you'd rather wait...
[ Slowing it down for just a very impatient minute is valid, right? A couple more strokes of her clit and then he withdraws his hand from her underwear and with a smirk that says he knows that's exactly what she wasn't asking for. Before she protests - with any luck - he leans down to kiss her deeply before catching her bottom lip between his teeth when he breaks it. Not long enough for his liking, but: the whole point of being difficult was with something else in mind as he reaches for her nightgown with the intent of finally taking it off her. ]
If I have to earn it, then I want back between your thighs. I'm sure I can think of something that'll count as later instead of now.
[ The strokes of his fingers coax more minute shockwaves through her body, the muscles of her stomach tightening as she fights against the desire to break. It's difficult considering how devious he looks staring down at her like that like he plans on devouring her whole. Her throat works, making the scars left behind in the wake of their fight with the dragon visible in the moonlight. But none of that phases her, fixated on the knowledge that if Claude wanted to devour her all of her newly acquired scars and all, she would let him.
The thought and ensuing protest he correctly guesses on her lips are captured by his muffling the unintentional whimper. Anticipation wracks her and as he pulls away it breaks as a gasp fluttering from her swollen lips. Still reeling from the loss of his touch it takes her a moment to recognize his intent. But as she props herself up on her elbows to help him remove the rest of her clothing she grabs his hand, pulling the fingers that has been playing with her clit and sucking what remained of her from them.
Gazing at him from beneath her lashes she takes her time working his fingers with her tongue. When she finally drags her lips up the length of them a thin line of spit is left in their wake. ]
[ The nightgown gets bunched up in his hands to toss aside with all intentions of it being forgotten until later - much later if he had any say in it - and Claude tosses it aside unceremoniously. Maybe he would've put a little more flair into it simply because he can, but for now his attention stays riveted on Hilda.
At first when she moves he almost thinks, what with his own mind beginning to whirl even without being the one on the other end of the teasing what with orchestrating it, she's sitting up for another kiss. Something he leans forward for in a near surrender to keeping her beneath him like this, but then she takes his hand. If Claude thought he'd been engrossed before, the rest of the room fades away now to nothing but her gaze pinned on his as she works over his fingers in a way which makes him ache.
Fitting considering he'd just done the same to her and by the time she releases his hand there's something between a strangled laugh, a breathless curse, and a groan which rumbles its way out of the back of his throat. ]
Has anyone ever told you you're very convincing?
[ He might have before. There's no pretending it's not with a swiftness he lowers himself to her hips after unwinding her legs from around him. With a practiced move Claude skims both hands down her lower back to her ass for a gratuitous squeeze before hooking his fingers into her underwear to tug them down. Even moving with quickness won't stop him from skimming his mouth along her thigh he hadn't teased before along the way, just to make sure he earns it. ]
[ Hearing that choked sound of desire come from him only further proves to stoke the glint of smugness in her eyes. Fair was fair when it came to them; anything that Claude doled out to her was probably likely to come back to him in some fashion too. The bedroom was no exception to that rule. ]
You have, actually.
[ There's a rumble of a laugh in her voice, a smugness to it that says quite plainly that she knows she can be when she chooses to exercise that power she apparently has over select individuals, present company included. There's no time to linger on that however. Not when she's given him a command and he moves to act on it.
A spark jolts through her as he moves with the motivation of a man on a mission. She barely has time to kick her underwear off to the side of the bed where she'll likely have to search for them in the morning before letting out a soft keen at the touch of his lips to her thighs. A hand finds purchase on her nipple, playing and teasing herself as she settles back onto the pillows to watch. ]
[ Another laugh gets pressed into her thigh where he's still busy moving his lips along it at wouldn't mind hearing it again. Enough so that Claude tilts his head to look up at her as he skims an open mouth kiss along what he learned long ago is a sensitive spot guaranteed to get another reaction when the noise she'd made sent a shiver through him.
Though he might be distracted for a brief moment since of course that means taking a second to skim his gaze up the length of her body until he meets her gaze as she teases herself, and it strikes him all over again how he could never get tired of this sight. Not because she's beautiful though she very much is, but because of all the winding ways in which they've ended up here as Hilda looks at him with want he doesn't have to second guess.
Getting lost in thought won't do anything but gratify some part of his brain he can use to think about all of this later - like after, because he's got plenty in mind as better ways to put that rush of affection to use here and now. ]
I'll keep that in mind.
[ Those words get paired with bringing forward his hand with those fingers still slick from her mouth to slip one inside of her with soft strokes, ready to add a second in mere moments. And as as tempting as it is to continue his devotion to leaving marks along her thigh, he'd meant it about being between them. After one last kiss to her hip he shifts that leg back over his shoulder once more and leans down to run his tongue lightly over her clit in time with those strokes. ]
[ The touch of his lips against that particularly sensitive part of her thigh does earn him the reaction he wants. Her hips jerk inadvertently, fingers tugging hard on her nipples as she lets out a sharp breath. That alone isn't what has warmth pooling in her core. Rather, it's the knowledge that he knows her so well like the back of his hand to be able to fray what little restraint she otherwise has when it comes to him. Because what was love but to be known in every way? This makes everything they've gone through, everything they'll face and experience all worthwhile. It seems impossible to her that she was this lucky to have earned an ounce of affection. And yet.
Whatever clever quip she has ready flies from her mind as she feels him slip his fingers inside of her. His tongue lapping at her clit draws another gasp from her, thighs and walls clenching tight. She already knows that this won't be enough for her. The insatiable desire for more, for him, has her bucking into his mouth, a hand coming to bury itself in his hair as he continues to tease her.
Every swirl of his tongue over her sensitive bud drives the need for him higher and her lips part wordlessly with an exalted exhale. Her lashes flutter as she watches him worship her through half-lidded eyes, the mounting need quickly rising to where it had been before their brief interruption. ]
[ The noises slipping from her one after another are a good start as each one sounds better than any music. A trail to be followed and one he never tires of when it means pleasing her, even if as always it comes with the desire to have his hands everywhere at once. Like joining hers in where they play with herself in tandem or pinning her hips down to the bed as he intentionally doubles and triples down on what made her arch to bring more of it.
As his mouth moves along her folds Claude changes pace based on her reactions for more of this or that to drive her more and more to the edge. Hilda's hand finding purchase in his hair gets another noise of desire all but strangled in the back of his throat but felt no less even as it'd been an unconscious reaction. Of all the things Claude might pretend to feel or not feel, this will never be one of them when moments like this of her beneath him all but etch themselves in his memory much like so many other moments with her.
Though his fingers have been moving ever faster to those clenches around him, it's a curve to them he adds in now while closing his lips around her clit again as he looks up the length of her body once more with a deliberate smirk meant to hold her gaze. ]
[ The curve of his fingers is what she needed to send her from teetering to tipping right into her orgasm. Hilda's thighs grip firmly around his head, her fingers that had been twisting and tugging at her nipples pulling it taunt like she does with his hair. The muscles of stomach clench as wetness gushes between her folds as she shakes caught in that brilliant, devious gaze of his between her legs. She is unabashed in her release, eyes only shutting at the very last moment because she wants to sear this moment into her memory just like they had so many times before this.
It's something she never tires of though. Not this. Not him. Not them. She cherishes every moment that they spend together and that hasn't changed in the time that they've shared. Even before they had grown to each other intimately, before daydreams had blossomed into feelings that would forever change and leave their mark on her in ways she couldn't have imagined.
Needy whimpers escape her throat as the tension slowly begins to ebb from her body. Her grip loosens both on his hair and her nipple but the aftermath of her orgasm leaves shudders in their wake. Hilda's chest rises and flutters as she slowly opens her eyes to gaze down at him with unfiltered fondness. Despite catching her breath she somehow she manages to look every bit the part of a smug cat. ]
Okay, showoff. That was so good that I might have to selfishly keep you down there the rest of the night and maybe tomorrow too.
[ Claude keeps both his fingers and mouth in motion as she rides out her orgasm to intensify it if not bring her even more pleasure as he watches her all but arch against the bed. It occurs to him again and again, just as it always has that her fingers' grip in his hair, the way her thighs hold him there as she comes could be a work of art if only he had a paintbrush. And wasn't otherwise occupied exactly where he wants to be as her eyes shut.
Those whimpers ignite more sparks inside him with the need and pleasure in each shudder of breath as Hilda relaxes back against the bed and for a second Claude's well reminded of his own intense desire. He'd do something about it if he didn't have something else in mind as he sits up enough to press a light kiss to her inner thigh before taking a second to wipe his mouth and looking up to catch that satisfied look on her face. ]
Is that a threat or a promise?
[ Or both when it comes to where he should stay; either one would be effective on their own, and adding them together doesn't just double it but makes it exponentially so. Even if he's already spent time pressing adoration into her skin over and over tonight, it'll never be enough. Claude takes his time working in reverse as he moves up her stomach, between her breasts, on a collarbone until he's back even with and over Hilda to look down at her with a smirk. ]
Or should I hear that more as 'don't stop'?
[ Since he's not withdrawn his hand, after all, and kept it moving in even slower strokes to play on oversensitivity and send more shivers through her in the aftermath. Maybe a more accurate question is who will stop teasing who first. ]
[ Try as she might to not give him the satisfaction of having her squirm as sensitive as she is under his touch it's a useless endeavor. A wanton sigh flutters from her lips and it takes her a moment and a bitten lip to collect herself before she can continue, body still reeling from the shockwaves that come at the expense of his fingers working exactly how she likes against her folds.
Her eyes flutter open, the stars behind her eyelids slowly fading and replaced with the glimmering emerald ones of Claude full of mischief and glee. Though pleasure begins to ebb away her body still seems to lean into him, wanting and needy for more. A hand snakes between them, easily finding his length that she wastes no time teasing and working. ]
How much do you want my mouth around your cock or between my legs?
[ At the mention of it depending Claude's already eying her, if only because it's a (welcome) sign the games they usually play are going to continue even as Hilda moves beneath him and that flutter of her eyes is enough for him to memorize like he could immortalize it into a portrait. At least until that train of thought is disrupted several times over as her hand moves to grasp him at last. A noise somewhere between relief, considering he's long past achingly hard, and frustration, not from the motions of her hand he's rocked his hips into to match her pace but for the question, escapes him. ]
An impossible choice and you know it.
[ His favorite kind, really, considering there's no wrong answer. Also a taste of his own medicine at the same time what with how he'd turned that 'logic' on Hilda not long ago, and Claude pretends to consider it - as much as a man seriously distracted can, anyway. Whatever sounds he was planning on keeping tucked behind his teeth end up as anything in those few seconds of supposed thought. Two can continue to play this much beloved game between the both of them as even though it takes another moment to remember, to focus.
Whatever lazy motions his own hand was making against her become anything but as Claude matches her and moves to tease her clit again, this time with a hum which doesn't hide how much he's affected. ]
I'd rather fuck you unless you're suddenly feeling patient.
[ It should come as no surprise to him when she chooses to tease him right back. ]
I do. But you love impossible choices.
[ As much as Claude loved his impossible choices however, she loved watching him make them even more - but only when it was in situations like this. Ones where the consequences of his choices didn't really quite matter in the end because it meant that she'd be able to see him awash in pleasure and where his inhibitions and guards were fully let down. There was no such thing as lives lost or accounted for, no noble egos to balance, no prayers to answer. It was just them tangled together with their warm skin pressed against one another in the night.
Her own patience as it were is rewarded by the feeling of him wet and hard making it more than easy for her hand to expertly work him. Just at that moment his fingers brush against her swollen clit and she lets out a brief sound that has her head pressing back into the pillows. ]
[ It's not quite a laugh that escapes him as Hilda proclaims a truth - one not even he can refute given how many times over it's been proven to be nothing but an ironclad fact by now. Along with that is coming to learn each other so well from years of days spent together and then nights just like this one. While Abraxas itself might be a newer setting still than those at the Academy, in Derdriu, and scattered throughout Fodlan in between, all of it is still a constant.
As is that question she asks which has him cracking a brief grin. ]
My love and devotion isn't enough?
[ A completely unserious answer despite the words and one he's still choosing to counter with when he knows that's not what she's seeking. Any other time Claude might've been able to sound properly defeated by that even if it'd be as equally to make Hilda laugh as it is now. One particular touch of her hand derails that attempt before it even truly begins when speaking of memorizing each other, there's proof of it. The same which can be said for that noise she makes and the movement against the pillows which has his attention entirely focused on her. Another lazy sweep of his fingers then meant for the exact same reaction followed by another to play upon that same reaction with no mistake in what he's doing. ]
Could always make you come again first, if that's what you're asking for.
[ His touch has her arching into it again, as he strings her along in the way that he knows how. As Hilda's thighs tighten around his hand in a quiet cry for more her thumb skips teasingly over the tip of his head slick with desire for her. The reply she gives him his breathy as she gazes at him from beneath her lashes well aware of the attention he's giving her. ]
Maybe I'm choosing to live up to the whispers I kept hearing back home about me being a demanding lover.
[ The whispers about her being a bit of a pillow princess and brat are of course not unfounded. But frankly, if she is demanding, it's because because she knows what she likes and thinks herself deserving of it. But she isn't selfish. Being demanding and being selfish aren't as mutually exclusive as some would like to think. ]
What if coming again tires me out?
[ In a swift motion she presses her foot against his chest, pushing him back onto his back. Losing Claude's touch from between her thighs is a small price to pay since it means getting to see him spread out against the sheets as she crawls over him with a glint in her eyes as if he were some sort of prey. Relishing the view she takes her time kissing her way up towards his cock where her lips hover above him.
But just before she makes contact she spins around, positioning her cunt just above his mouth. Mischief glints in her voice as she leans forward taking a hold of his cock. ]
Which I suppose is my way of saying, why not both?
[ He should've foreseen that Hilda would do something, much as it's become a stronghold of their relationship to tease each other in so many endless ways with time in bed as absolutely no exception. Maybe he could blame it on her hand still sliding over his cock in both idle and intentional teasing for distracting him - because it is distracting him plenty - from foreseeing ending up on his back. But here he is on it and with a laugh of entertainment and appreciation combined; it's the sort of thing he'd never not enjoy.
Only even more so as her lips press to his skin and send an involuntary shiver of anticipation, enjoyment, and any number of things adjacent as she moves. Of course it wouldn't be that simple and if his laugh before had been on the breathier side as a suggestion of one, then now it's outright (and with no less of treasuring this behind it) even as he arches up into her touch once more. ]
Then I guess I'd better not be doing anything at all, right? Wouldn't want you to get worn out too early.
[ Obviously a very serious concern he's about to follow ("follow") as he runs his hands over the curve of her ass to appreciate it, dipping a hand lower to slide the pad of a thumb along her folds slowly but with nothing further following as his hands next move to grip her hips to keep her there. If she turns back to look, there'll be a distinct smirk on Claude's face. Unsurprisingly. ]
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It's his teeth against the sensitive skin of her thighs however that finally coax another soft needy sound from her. Her hips jerk involuntarily and the hand that had been teasing the quickly dampening fabric presses against herself a little harder. Hilda can't help but let out a breathy laugh as her fingers slip underneath the delicate lace of her underwear this time. A hand slips underneath the pillow behind her head, as her back arches her body quietly calling out for him in spite of what her words say otherwise. But she wouldn't give in that easily. ]
More specific? If I have to be more specific then you might have to go sit at the other end of the bed. Maybe it would inspire you or encourage you to think a little faster on your feet.
[ Her knuckles stretch the fabric as her fingers begin to play with her clit, eyes shining with that unspoken challenge. ]
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Like this end of the bed instead of where I was?
[ Asked with a heavy dose of faux innocence - of which they both know well he has none and this isn't what she meant by sitting back to watch. But Claude's choosing to find his own inspiration as he moves their fingers at pace which gets incrementally quicker every few seconds while watching her reaction considering he knows it's still not quite enough.
Which is why with a slight smirk he bends his head down, this time foregoing teasing her with his (other) hand to run his tongue over that bud of her nipple a few times in time with the strokes of her clit before pausing as he keeps their hands moving together while trailing his other fingers along her heat in more teasing than intent without further permission first. ]
Seems to be working out okay right here, unless there's something else you want.
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[ She'd huff more at his cheekiness for twisting her words in a way that best suits him in this situation, but she can't say that she's particularly bothered by it. Not when it also benefits her too. Such was the nature of their back and forth. There were few times when they were together like this that they actually meant what they said and expected the other to abide by it. And even if she wouldn't have had any problem playing with herself while he watched, it's immediately lost in the form of a pleased hum when his weight shifts and his hands come to join hers in stretching the fabric even tighter.
Any clever quip or retort is lost to his dexterous fingers and warm mouth. Every slight menstruation against her folds and clit make it increasingly difficult not to moan and buck into his touch to the point where her mind forgets that her own fingers are still there. They're simply being moved by Claude's will. Her gaze is half-lidded as the dampness and need for him between her legs grows. A flush spreads down her chest as legs tighten around his waist, her other hand finding purchase in his hair at the nape of his neck so she can draw him close and press her lips to his.
The next quick touch against her swollen clit has her head pressing back against the pillow, eyes fluttering closed. Of course he knows what she wants. But she isn't about to beg yet. He hasn't done enough for that. ]
You're awful. I thought you loved me.
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For that Hilda earns another sweep of his fingers and he's rewarded with her falling back against the pillow with a look on her face he never gets tired of memorizing. Her petulance never fails to be something he finds endearing even as he risks a breathy laugh. ]
Not doing a good enough job showing you, am I?
[ A question he's not looking for an answer to as he's admiring that flush where it stands out even in the room's dim light. Where it'd been teasing before, now his touch quickens to take over for her fingers that've lost focus. That suits him just fine as he keeps his focus on her clit to keep those smaller waves of pleasure that could be bigger still as he leans down again, but this time to murmur into her ear in a low voice. ]
Should I make it up to you by making you come now or later?
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Although her legs are wrapped securely around his waist, her fingers wound through his hair feel like a lifeline tethering her here to the present. Hilda knows that it's only a matter of time before she loses herself completely if things continue this way. As her own fingers fall to the wayside and emerge from beneath the fabric of her underwear they're slick with her desire and how much she needed him. His teasing and tactics were effective - not that either of them had any doubts.
Her fingers find purchase on her other breast, kneading it and twisting and teasing her other nipple in time with Claude's fingers. But it's his breath tickling her ear and the low cadence of his voice that has her letting out another keen from the back of her throat as her hips buck up into him. Her body demands it now, but the look she gives him from under half-lidded eyes says something else. How is she supposed to pick? ]
Claude - [ Her hips buck again as another wave of heat washes over her and she draws in a sharp breath. ] don't be mean. I'm not sure you've earned making me come now.
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No? Well, if you'd rather wait...
[ Slowing it down for just a very impatient minute is valid, right? A couple more strokes of her clit and then he withdraws his hand from her underwear and with a smirk that says he knows that's exactly what she wasn't asking for. Before she protests - with any luck - he leans down to kiss her deeply before catching her bottom lip between his teeth when he breaks it. Not long enough for his liking, but: the whole point of being difficult was with something else in mind as he reaches for her nightgown with the intent of finally taking it off her. ]
If I have to earn it, then I want back between your thighs. I'm sure I can think of something that'll count as later instead of now.
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The thought and ensuing protest he correctly guesses on her lips are captured by his muffling the unintentional whimper. Anticipation wracks her and as he pulls away it breaks as a gasp fluttering from her swollen lips. Still reeling from the loss of his touch it takes her a moment to recognize his intent. But as she props herself up on her elbows to help him remove the rest of her clothing she grabs his hand, pulling the fingers that has been playing with her clit and sucking what remained of her from them.
Gazing at him from beneath her lashes she takes her time working his fingers with her tongue. When she finally drags her lips up the length of them a thin line of spit is left in their wake. ]
Now you can earn it.
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At first when she moves he almost thinks, what with his own mind beginning to whirl even without being the one on the other end of the teasing what with orchestrating it, she's sitting up for another kiss. Something he leans forward for in a near surrender to keeping her beneath him like this, but then she takes his hand. If Claude thought he'd been engrossed before, the rest of the room fades away now to nothing but her gaze pinned on his as she works over his fingers in a way which makes him ache.
Fitting considering he'd just done the same to her and by the time she releases his hand there's something between a strangled laugh, a breathless curse, and a groan which rumbles its way out of the back of his throat. ]
Has anyone ever told you you're very convincing?
[ He might have before. There's no pretending it's not with a swiftness he lowers himself to her hips after unwinding her legs from around him. With a practiced move Claude skims both hands down her lower back to her ass for a gratuitous squeeze before hooking his fingers into her underwear to tug them down. Even moving with quickness won't stop him from skimming his mouth along her thigh he hadn't teased before along the way, just to make sure he earns it. ]
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You have, actually.
[ There's a rumble of a laugh in her voice, a smugness to it that says quite plainly that she knows she can be when she chooses to exercise that power she apparently has over select individuals, present company included. There's no time to linger on that however. Not when she's given him a command and he moves to act on it.
A spark jolts through her as he moves with the motivation of a man on a mission. She barely has time to kick her underwear off to the side of the bed where she'll likely have to search for them in the morning before letting out a soft keen at the touch of his lips to her thighs. A hand finds purchase on her nipple, playing and teasing herself as she settles back onto the pillows to watch. ]
But I wouldn't mind hearing it again.
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Though he might be distracted for a brief moment since of course that means taking a second to skim his gaze up the length of her body until he meets her gaze as she teases herself, and it strikes him all over again how he could never get tired of this sight. Not because she's beautiful though she very much is, but because of all the winding ways in which they've ended up here as Hilda looks at him with want he doesn't have to second guess.
Getting lost in thought won't do anything but gratify some part of his brain he can use to think about all of this later - like after, because he's got plenty in mind as better ways to put that rush of affection to use here and now. ]
I'll keep that in mind.
[ Those words get paired with bringing forward his hand with those fingers still slick from her mouth to slip one inside of her with soft strokes, ready to add a second in mere moments. And as as tempting as it is to continue his devotion to leaving marks along her thigh, he'd meant it about being between them. After one last kiss to her hip he shifts that leg back over his shoulder once more and leans down to run his tongue lightly over her clit in time with those strokes. ]
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Whatever clever quip she has ready flies from her mind as she feels him slip his fingers inside of her. His tongue lapping at her clit draws another gasp from her, thighs and walls clenching tight. She already knows that this won't be enough for her. The insatiable desire for more, for him, has her bucking into his mouth, a hand coming to bury itself in his hair as he continues to tease her.
Every swirl of his tongue over her sensitive bud drives the need for him higher and her lips part wordlessly with an exalted exhale. Her lashes flutter as she watches him worship her through half-lidded eyes, the mounting need quickly rising to where it had been before their brief interruption. ]
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As his mouth moves along her folds Claude changes pace based on her reactions for more of this or that to drive her more and more to the edge. Hilda's hand finding purchase in his hair gets another noise of desire all but strangled in the back of his throat but felt no less even as it'd been an unconscious reaction. Of all the things Claude might pretend to feel or not feel, this will never be one of them when moments like this of her beneath him all but etch themselves in his memory much like so many other moments with her.
Though his fingers have been moving ever faster to those clenches around him, it's a curve to them he adds in now while closing his lips around her clit again as he looks up the length of her body once more with a deliberate smirk meant to hold her gaze. ]
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It's something she never tires of though. Not this. Not him. Not them. She cherishes every moment that they spend together and that hasn't changed in the time that they've shared. Even before they had grown to each other intimately, before daydreams had blossomed into feelings that would forever change and leave their mark on her in ways she couldn't have imagined.
Needy whimpers escape her throat as the tension slowly begins to ebb from her body. Her grip loosens both on his hair and her nipple but the aftermath of her orgasm leaves shudders in their wake. Hilda's chest rises and flutters as she slowly opens her eyes to gaze down at him with unfiltered fondness. Despite catching her breath she somehow she manages to look every bit the part of a smug cat. ]
Okay, showoff. That was so good that I might have to selfishly keep you down there the rest of the night and maybe tomorrow too.
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Those whimpers ignite more sparks inside him with the need and pleasure in each shudder of breath as Hilda relaxes back against the bed and for a second Claude's well reminded of his own intense desire. He'd do something about it if he didn't have something else in mind as he sits up enough to press a light kiss to her inner thigh before taking a second to wipe his mouth and looking up to catch that satisfied look on her face. ]
Is that a threat or a promise?
[ Or both when it comes to where he should stay; either one would be effective on their own, and adding them together doesn't just double it but makes it exponentially so. Even if he's already spent time pressing adoration into her skin over and over tonight, it'll never be enough. Claude takes his time working in reverse as he moves up her stomach, between her breasts, on a collarbone until he's back even with and over Hilda to look down at her with a smirk. ]
Or should I hear that more as 'don't stop'?
[ Since he's not withdrawn his hand, after all, and kept it moving in even slower strokes to play on oversensitivity and send more shivers through her in the aftermath. Maybe a more accurate question is who will stop teasing who first. ]
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[ Try as she might to not give him the satisfaction of having her squirm as sensitive as she is under his touch it's a useless endeavor. A wanton sigh flutters from her lips and it takes her a moment and a bitten lip to collect herself before she can continue, body still reeling from the shockwaves that come at the expense of his fingers working exactly how she likes against her folds.
Her eyes flutter open, the stars behind her eyelids slowly fading and replaced with the glimmering emerald ones of Claude full of mischief and glee. Though pleasure begins to ebb away her body still seems to lean into him, wanting and needy for more. A hand snakes between them, easily finding his length that she wastes no time teasing and working. ]
How much do you want my mouth around your cock or between my legs?
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An impossible choice and you know it.
[ His favorite kind, really, considering there's no wrong answer. Also a taste of his own medicine at the same time what with how he'd turned that 'logic' on Hilda not long ago, and Claude pretends to consider it - as much as a man seriously distracted can, anyway. Whatever sounds he was planning on keeping tucked behind his teeth end up as anything in those few seconds of supposed thought. Two can continue to play this much beloved game between the both of them as even though it takes another moment to remember, to focus.
Whatever lazy motions his own hand was making against her become anything but as Claude matches her and moves to tease her clit again, this time with a hum which doesn't hide how much he's affected. ]
I'd rather fuck you unless you're suddenly feeling patient.
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I do. But you love impossible choices.
[ As much as Claude loved his impossible choices however, she loved watching him make them even more - but only when it was in situations like this. Ones where the consequences of his choices didn't really quite matter in the end because it meant that she'd be able to see him awash in pleasure and where his inhibitions and guards were fully let down. There was no such thing as lives lost or accounted for, no noble egos to balance, no prayers to answer. It was just them tangled together with their warm skin pressed against one another in the night.
Her own patience as it were is rewarded by the feeling of him wet and hard making it more than easy for her hand to expertly work him. Just at that moment his fingers brush against her swollen clit and she lets out a brief sound that has her head pressing back into the pillows. ]
Do I get something else for being patient?
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As is that question she asks which has him cracking a brief grin. ]
My love and devotion isn't enough?
[ A completely unserious answer despite the words and one he's still choosing to counter with when he knows that's not what she's seeking. Any other time Claude might've been able to sound properly defeated by that even if it'd be as equally to make Hilda laugh as it is now. One particular touch of her hand derails that attempt before it even truly begins when speaking of memorizing each other, there's proof of it. The same which can be said for that noise she makes and the movement against the pillows which has his attention entirely focused on her. Another lazy sweep of his fingers then meant for the exact same reaction followed by another to play upon that same reaction with no mistake in what he's doing. ]
Could always make you come again first, if that's what you're asking for.
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Maybe I'm choosing to live up to the whispers I kept hearing back home about me being a demanding lover.
[ The whispers about her being a bit of a pillow princess and brat are of course not unfounded. But frankly, if she is demanding, it's because because she knows what she likes and thinks herself deserving of it. But she isn't selfish. Being demanding and being selfish aren't as mutually exclusive as some would like to think. ]
What if coming again tires me out?
[ In a swift motion she presses her foot against his chest, pushing him back onto his back. Losing Claude's touch from between her thighs is a small price to pay since it means getting to see him spread out against the sheets as she crawls over him with a glint in her eyes as if he were some sort of prey. Relishing the view she takes her time kissing her way up towards his cock where her lips hover above him.
But just before she makes contact she spins around, positioning her cunt just above his mouth. Mischief glints in her voice as she leans forward taking a hold of his cock. ]
Which I suppose is my way of saying, why not both?
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Only even more so as her lips press to his skin and send an involuntary shiver of anticipation, enjoyment, and any number of things adjacent as she moves. Of course it wouldn't be that simple and if his laugh before had been on the breathier side as a suggestion of one, then now it's outright (and with no less of treasuring this behind it) even as he arches up into her touch once more. ]
Then I guess I'd better not be doing anything at all, right? Wouldn't want you to get worn out too early.
[ Obviously a very serious concern he's about to follow ("follow") as he runs his hands over the curve of her ass to appreciate it, dipping a hand lower to slide the pad of a thumb along her folds slowly but with nothing further following as his hands next move to grip her hips to keep her there. If she turns back to look, there'll be a distinct smirk on Claude's face. Unsurprisingly. ]