[ 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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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. ]