[ 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 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. ]