Cold? When I’ve got hot water at beck and call? Are you mad?
[He chuckles, the accusation gentle.Anyway, it’s not quite pounding. And he’s used to pain at this point. Besides… There are natural remedies for headaches, too.]
It’s just me. [He strips off his shirt as he swings into the washroom. It’s spacious enough for a couple of adults to stand in. He sits on the edge of the tub as he starts running the water to temperature.]
And no one visits. [This is by design.] It’s nice to have a bit of peace and quiet now and then.
A cold shower can help, [ she insists with a little laugh, opting to sit right next to him. Not that there's any other option. She lets their knees touch, just as they did the previous night. A quiet test, to see what else he might like. ]
... It helps wake up your nerves, rejuvenates you if you're feeling a little under the weather.
[ His bathroom does look like a bachelor's, though, so she has no reason to doubt what he says. ]
But what do you do when it gets too quiet, or too lonely? [ He'd seen how big the mansion was, how much she seemed to thrive around all the people in attendance, even if they weren't people she knew well. Ororo liked her fair share of solitude, but in the end - she craved having a community. People looking after other people. ]
I go outside, where all the people are. Find one of them to talk to.
[He switches the shower part on, the water spraying the wall as droplets mist them in their position, too.]
You almost seemed smothered in that great big house. Worried about who might hear or see...
[He slowly rubs his knee against hers as he turns towards her in his shirtless state. He glances back to the water and sighs. He was certainly going to undress before her, wasn't he? And what did it matter. She's seen him in the bathing suit that really, really revealed it all. He reluctantly places a thumb and forefinger over the button on his fly.]
My friends are... very gifted. [ Her smile is some odd cross between resigned, wry, and very very fond. She loves them, she does, but navigating the mansion for privacy has always been a unique challenge. But if she's honest, she wouldn't have had it any other way.
She sees him play with the fly of his trousers, clearly stalling, and can't resist reaching out to still his fingers there. ]
They cannot help it. With their powers, they would hear or sense me no matter where we escaped into, in that mansion. It has always been that way.
So if I ever needed privacy - for whatever reason - well, there was always the sky. [ Her eyes flick up to his, a little grin tugging at her lips. ] Or extended visits at a friend's house.
[ She works the button free with one hand, fingers as quick and silent as a pickpocket's, before she leans in to drop a very soft and very quick kiss to his lips. ]
The sky- [His line of questioning is interrupted with a kiss that he happily leans into.]
[His pulse quickens at the contact- this nod towards confirmation, agreement. He isn't unconfident, but perhaps out of practice. He pulls his zipper down and lifts his hips slightly as he tugs the shorts to the floor. Now it was just him in the swimsuit, an echo of the day before.]
[He stands and sighs, thumbs hooked in the waistband.]
I'm not the one in need of a bath. [ She points out, amusement dancing in her eyes. She does get up a little when he does, though, to tug off the loose top she was wearing. There's a bra on underneath, white cotton, and she doesn't move to take it off.
She does move to help him peel off that swimsuit, careful so that nothing gets snagged on any elastic or spandex. If she lingers over where it tents over him, surely it's just a coincidence. She looks up. ]
Let me do this for you.
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[Well, he appreciates the new view for sure, though it's hardly new, he doubts he could get sick of this anyway. And then her fingers are upon him, and his breath hitches slightly. ]
[He moves his hands out of the way and immediately tries to find somewhere else to put them. He places one on her shoulder, he's not going to touch somewhere untoward uninvited. He knows the rules.]
Do what, then?
[The words they each said moved past one another often enough that he suddenly feels unclear to her meaning.]
[His cock, however, is completely confident. It's average enough in length, though handsomely shaped. He's well-groomed here, a self-standard. A habit.]
Take care of you. [ She quirks a brow up at him, shifting closer. If he's unsure, she simply assumes he's trying to be polite by giving her a last out. Except she won't take it. ]
You were in a state last night, as you left. I think I owe you at least this much. [ It's not like he was hard to miss, even at the late hour. So her hand closes around him, finding him firm and definitely confident. Easy enough to start with a slow tug and steadily surer strokes to keep him that way.
She keeps her voice as low and quiet as she did the previous night, like they might be overheard. ]
The shower will stay warm. I'll make sure of it, so we can get you well and properly clean. [ Whatever that would entail, she hasn't exactly decided yet. But she's willing to do at least this much. ]
[He quips as he finds his bearings, placing a hand on the counter behind him for added stability. He gazes down at her fondly, not bothering to hide how he looks at her body. He relaxes into it with a sigh- as if he's settling into a steam room.]
[If he wasn't fully hard before, he is now. His foreskin rolls over his head again and again, drawing rumbling noises from his chest.]
[He brushes a little bit of her hair back from her face as he takes the view in- actively trying to commit it to memory for a rainy day. ]
[ She just chuckles a little at his quip, pausing briefly to lean into his hand in her hair, allowing herself to indulge in the affectionate touch. He gets another kiss for it, deeper than the last, something to distract him as she keeps her pace slow and even, waiting for the drip of precum to help slick up her hand. ]
[ She drags her lips down his jaw, murmuring against the roughness of his scruffy beard. ]
[He chuckles, a flush ruddying his cheeks. She wanted him to talk, huh?]
It- It's good, of course. You of anyone should be able to tell how much I like it. Considering-
[He is already dribbling a bit of precome, but he's referring to the thick pulse of it in her hand.]
[He pulls her towards him right arm around her waist, nosing and kissing her neck, hips moving against her hand. The hand on her shoulder slides slightly, testing, with a thumb under her bra strap at her shoulder.]
[ She stalls on purpose, swiping her thumb over where he starts to leak and laughing quietly. It's cut short as he brushes his lips against her neck, something that always makes her shiver pleasantly and murmur in approval. ]
Use your words. I like hearing what a partner thinks when I have my hands on them.
Words? Aren’t words the first thing to fail in moments like this? I’m no chirurgeon, but if I’m not mistaken, all the thinking blood’s in your hand. Ask him for words instead.
[He takes a breath] But I’ll try my best.
[He drags his lips up her neck to kiss at her ear, to allow his voice to reverberate right there.]
Do you intend to just milk me like this? [His leg quakes.]
[ His voice. She shivers pleasantly; it's a lovely timbre, and she thinks she could listen to him for hours. What would her name sound like, if she drove him to a point where he might call for her? ]
... They should be the first thing to fail. So if you still have words, then clearly I am not doing enough...
[ She trails her hand down to his balls, fingers cupping together to hold him gently. ]
I did intend to milk you relatively dry. If you'd let me. Was there something else you wanted?
Without even undressing? Without me touching you? This is rather unequal. Come now, I’ll feel patronized.
[He scrunches his brow for a moment, and then takes the matters into his own hands-]
Don’t hold too tight onto it, eh?
[He cups her thighs round the back and lifts her onto the countertop with ease, pressing into the space between her knees. The mirror behind her has completely fogged, the room itself was turning into a sauna. He chases her, leaning in to kiss as the underside of his cock bumps against the rounded counter edge.]
I understand if you wanted to have your way with me, but it’s a bit too early in the day for me to just be standing about.
[ It wasn't her intention to make him feel patronized, just to give him a handjob. But as much as she liked being in control, she liked it better when the table's flipped and turned on her in a way that feels right. So she's chuckling again when he gets her on the counter, reaching up to tuck her hands around his neck so she can pull him in for that kiss, short and hot. ]
So what would you prefer? [ She didn't plan on sex yet, but he's made it tempting, and too difficult to resist. Her legs part wider to accomodate him, and she's suddenly sharply aware of how dressed she still is - a bra and some trousers. She reaches behind her to unhook the clasp. ]
Standing about while you catch me up? I would not complain.
[He watches her unhook the bra, unable to look away. Maybe that was crude of him, but would it not be more boorish to look away from such a beautiful sight? He bites his lip as he watches the tension slacken on the garment.]
[He runs his hands up her thighs, till his palms meet her waistband. He watches her expression, one hand moving slowly to the center seam of her trousers. He strokes downward with his thumb firmly. The other comes up to her rib, not quite touching her breast yet.]
[ She's wearing too many layers to feel his thumb the way she wants. It's still just enough for her breath to catch, and for her to decide. The bra's shrugged off without much show, a little inelegantly perhaps, but maybe it's better for him to see her that way. Like a woman with desires, rather than something made of glass and too delicate to touch, as his careful questions keep making her feel.
She nods once, pulling his hands from her skin and to her waistband, just as she'd had her own hands on his fly earlier. ]
Gorgeous. [His hand slides up to touch as he sorely wanted to this entire time. He throbs at the sight and feel of it- The weight, the softness. His heart thrums.]
Let’s see what else you’re hiding, hm?
[He watches her face for pleasure, disappointment. He tries to read her, but he’s missing information. In spite of their magnetism, they are in fact strangers-]
[Cid merely does not wish to be seen as a brute or a pig. He likes this too much to employ his humor, he drops a bit of his charm as collateral. He treads too lightly.]
As you wish. [But he is still eager. His dextrous hands pull apart the fastenings and he tugs them down in one smooth motion, as if he’s doing a tablecloth trick with a row of wine glasses. He idly squeezes himself to keep himself presentable and ready for her.]
[ She flushes and smiles in spite of herself, a quick flash of appreciation for the compliment as he reaches out for her. His hands are gone too quickly, and she resolves to get them back up there, later, to see how much rougher he could get.
Her legs bend and stretch, trying to anticipate how he moves as he pulls her clothes off until she's as bare as he is. If he's the type to stare -- and she expects it, she's not met a man who hasn't stared even a little, for how strange she looks -- he'll note that she's white hair down below too, the contrast against her skin stark, neatly trimmed since she'd just had a pool day. She's typically perfectly at home in her own skin, but part of her is always watching for these first reactions up close. Was she too strange for him? ]
I try not to hide anything. [ She takes him by the hands, pushing her trousers away towards the nearest surface. He might be ready for her, but as she'd said - she needs to catch up.
She leans forward for another kiss, and guides one of his hands between her legs to where she's hot and waiting. ]
That's right, you're tough, aren't you? I admit... I'm used to being stronger than most others around me. Haven't really laid with anyone like me before.
[He doesn't look remotely off put by the white hair at all, instead he seems reflective for a moment.]
I've never been in the position to see it for myself, but I'm told I look quite different when I've semi-primed. I wonder if that just how it is with the thunder.
Though... That is something I typically don't show people, but... [he chuckles] Well, later, perhaps. I've talked enough, it's time for some action.
[He kisses her again as he starts to let himself off his leash, the kiss deeper, more passionate that the last. He wraps his arms around her and presses her flush with his body, relishing in the very feeling. ]
[ She's not going to say it out loud, not today. But it's not as if she'd lay with someone weak, either. That felt a little too dangerous considering what she was, and what she could do. And in many cases - the weak-willed never wanted to try anything with her anyway. She can't think of anything more discouraging, being with someone who was too unsure to even try.
She kisses him back, drawing it out and leaning back a little so she can feel him hot and hard against her body. It doesn't escape her that he moves like he's ready to just slip it in - so she draws back when she needs a breath, eyes flickering with light. ]
Is this all the action you're going to give me? [ She looks at him, amused, voice booking no argument. ] I don't care how - but get me wet before you put it in.
And people call me quick... I must be getting old. I better make quick with my plans, then-
[He plants a kiss on her jaw before his slips down to his knees. Propped up on those long legs of his, he's comfortably face level to lean forward and taste her.]
[He supports her thighs over his broad shoulders and sinks in without hesitation. He truly wasn't expecting her to actually suggest penetration, but who is he to disappoint? He's spurred on by the promise and command of it.]
[He gently presses her labia aside to give him better access to her clit, and he kisses the hood with wanton reverence. ]
[ The first touch of his mouth pulls a long exhale out of her. With as much humidity as there is in this little washroom, it'll seem as though the room breathes along with her, temperature rising as her anticipation does. If he's as sensitive to lightning as she thinks he is, then he'll also feel the prickle of static under her skin, a charge that builds the more attention he gives her.
Her hand finds its way down to his hair, curling into it as gently as possible as she braces herself. ]
... Slowly. Please. [ She's demanding, but at least she takes care to be polite about it. ]
[So thoroughly attuned with the electric as he is, he is very keen to its presence.]
[He can’t help but laugh a little.]
Slowly! After going right for my plums, even. If you want slow, let’s have a change of scenery, eh?
[It’s almost suffocating in here, as it is. He turns and shuts off the shower, opens the door, and then moves to pluck her from her position on the counter.]
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[He chuckles, the accusation gentle.Anyway, it’s not quite pounding. And he’s used to pain at this point. Besides… There are natural remedies for headaches, too.]
It’s just me. [He strips off his shirt as he swings into the washroom. It’s spacious enough for a couple of adults to stand in. He sits on the edge of the tub as he starts running the water to temperature.]
And no one visits. [This is by design.] It’s nice to have a bit of peace and quiet now and then.
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... It helps wake up your nerves, rejuvenates you if you're feeling a little under the weather.
[ His bathroom does look like a bachelor's, though, so she has no reason to doubt what he says. ]
But what do you do when it gets too quiet, or too lonely? [ He'd seen how big the mansion was, how much she seemed to thrive around all the people in attendance, even if they weren't people she knew well. Ororo liked her fair share of solitude, but in the end - she craved having a community. People looking after other people. ]
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[He switches the shower part on, the water spraying the wall as droplets mist them in their position, too.]
You almost seemed smothered in that great big house. Worried about who might hear or see...
[He slowly rubs his knee against hers as he turns towards her in his shirtless state. He glances back to the water and sighs. He was certainly going to undress before her, wasn't he? And what did it matter. She's seen him in the bathing suit that really, really revealed it all. He reluctantly places a thumb and forefinger over the button on his fly.]
So what about you?
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She sees him play with the fly of his trousers, clearly stalling, and can't resist reaching out to still his fingers there. ]
They cannot help it. With their powers, they would hear or sense me no matter where we escaped into, in that mansion. It has always been that way.
So if I ever needed privacy - for whatever reason - well, there was always the sky. [ Her eyes flick up to his, a little grin tugging at her lips. ] Or extended visits at a friend's house.
[ She works the button free with one hand, fingers as quick and silent as a pickpocket's, before she leans in to drop a very soft and very quick kiss to his lips. ]
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[His pulse quickens at the contact- this nod towards confirmation, agreement. He isn't unconfident, but perhaps out of practice. He pulls his zipper down and lifts his hips slightly as he tugs the shorts to the floor. Now it was just him in the swimsuit, an echo of the day before.]
[He stands and sighs, thumbs hooked in the waistband.]
Come on, it's a bit unequal, isn't it?
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She does move to help him peel off that swimsuit, careful so that nothing gets snagged on any elastic or spandex. If she lingers over where it tents over him, surely it's just a coincidence. She looks up. ]
Let me do this for you.
cw sex probably. idk why im warning, it's an inbox. It's what it's for
[He moves his hands out of the way and immediately tries to find somewhere else to put them. He places one on her shoulder, he's not going to touch somewhere untoward uninvited. He knows the rules.]
Do what, then?
[The words they each said moved past one another often enough that he suddenly feels unclear to her meaning.]
[His cock, however, is completely confident. It's average enough in length, though handsomely shaped. He's well-groomed here, a self-standard. A habit.]
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You were in a state last night, as you left. I think I owe you at least this much. [ It's not like he was hard to miss, even at the late hour. So her hand closes around him, finding him firm and definitely confident. Easy enough to start with a slow tug and steadily surer strokes to keep him that way.
She keeps her voice as low and quiet as she did the previous night, like they might be overheard. ]
The shower will stay warm. I'll make sure of it, so we can get you well and properly clean. [ Whatever that would entail, she hasn't exactly decided yet. But she's willing to do at least this much. ]
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[He quips as he finds his bearings, placing a hand on the counter behind him for added stability. He gazes down at her fondly, not bothering to hide how he looks at her body. He relaxes into it with a sigh- as if he's settling into a steam room.]
[If he wasn't fully hard before, he is now. His foreskin rolls over his head again and again, drawing rumbling noises from his chest.]
[He brushes a little bit of her hair back from her face as he takes the view in- actively trying to commit it to memory for a rainy day. ]
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[ She drags her lips down his jaw, murmuring against the roughness of his scruffy beard. ]
How is it? Tell me, Cid.
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It- It's good, of course. You of anyone should be able to tell how much I like it. Considering-
[He is already dribbling a bit of precome, but he's referring to the thick pulse of it in her hand.]
[He pulls her towards him right arm around her waist, nosing and kissing her neck, hips moving against her hand. The hand on her shoulder slides slightly, testing, with a thumb under her bra strap at her shoulder.]
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[ She stalls on purpose, swiping her thumb over where he starts to leak and laughing quietly. It's cut short as he brushes his lips against her neck, something that always makes her shiver pleasantly and murmur in approval. ]
Use your words. I like hearing what a partner thinks when I have my hands on them.
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[He takes a breath] But I’ll try my best.
[He drags his lips up her neck to kiss at her ear, to allow his voice to reverberate right there.]
Do you intend to just milk me like this? [His leg quakes.]
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... They should be the first thing to fail. So if you still have words, then clearly I am not doing enough...
[ She trails her hand down to his balls, fingers cupping together to hold him gently. ]
I did intend to milk you relatively dry. If you'd let me. Was there something else you wanted?
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[He scrunches his brow for a moment, and then takes the matters into his own hands-]
Don’t hold too tight onto it, eh?
[He cups her thighs round the back and lifts her onto the countertop with ease, pressing into the space between her knees. The mirror behind her has completely fogged, the room itself was turning into a sauna. He chases her, leaning in to kiss as the underside of his cock bumps against the rounded counter edge.]
I understand if you wanted to have your way with me, but it’s a bit too early in the day for me to just be standing about.
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So what would you prefer? [ She didn't plan on sex yet, but he's made it tempting, and too difficult to resist. Her legs part wider to accomodate him, and she's suddenly sharply aware of how dressed she still is - a bra and some trousers. She reaches behind her to unhook the clasp. ]
Standing about while you catch me up? I would not complain.
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[He watches her unhook the bra, unable to look away. Maybe that was crude of him, but would it not be more boorish to look away from such a beautiful sight? He bites his lip as he watches the tension slacken on the garment.]
[He runs his hands up her thighs, till his palms meet her waistband. He watches her expression, one hand moving slowly to the center seam of her trousers. He strokes downward with his thumb firmly. The other comes up to her rib, not quite touching her breast yet.]
Would that be alright with you?
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She nods once, pulling his hands from her skin and to her waistband, just as she'd had her own hands on his fly earlier. ]
Pull it off for me.
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Let’s see what else you’re hiding, hm?
[He watches her face for pleasure, disappointment. He tries to read her, but he’s missing information. In spite of their magnetism, they are in fact strangers-]
[Cid merely does not wish to be seen as a brute or a pig. He likes this too much to employ his humor, he drops a bit of his charm as collateral. He treads too lightly.]
As you wish. [But he is still eager. His dextrous hands pull apart the fastenings and he tugs them down in one smooth motion, as if he’s doing a tablecloth trick with a row of wine glasses. He idly squeezes himself to keep himself presentable and ready for her.]
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Her legs bend and stretch, trying to anticipate how he moves as he pulls her clothes off until she's as bare as he is. If he's the type to stare -- and she expects it, she's not met a man who hasn't stared even a little, for how strange she looks -- he'll note that she's white hair down below too, the contrast against her skin stark, neatly trimmed since she'd just had a pool day. She's typically perfectly at home in her own skin, but part of her is always watching for these first reactions up close. Was she too strange for him? ]
I try not to hide anything. [ She takes him by the hands, pushing her trousers away towards the nearest surface. He might be ready for her, but as she'd said - she needs to catch up.
She leans forward for another kiss, and guides one of his hands between her legs to where she's hot and waiting. ]
You don't have to be so careful. I won't break.
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[He doesn't look remotely off put by the white hair at all, instead he seems reflective for a moment.]
I've never been in the position to see it for myself, but I'm told I look quite different when I've semi-primed. I wonder if that just how it is with the thunder.
Though... That is something I typically don't show people, but... [he chuckles] Well, later, perhaps. I've talked enough, it's time for some action.
[He kisses her again as he starts to let himself off his leash, the kiss deeper, more passionate that the last. He wraps his arms around her and presses her flush with his body, relishing in the very feeling. ]
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She kisses him back, drawing it out and leaning back a little so she can feel him hot and hard against her body. It doesn't escape her that he moves like he's ready to just slip it in - so she draws back when she needs a breath, eyes flickering with light. ]
Is this all the action you're going to give me? [ She looks at him, amused, voice booking no argument. ] I don't care how - but get me wet before you put it in.
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[He plants a kiss on her jaw before his slips down to his knees. Propped up on those long legs of his, he's comfortably face level to lean forward and taste her.]
[He supports her thighs over his broad shoulders and sinks in without hesitation. He truly wasn't expecting her to actually suggest penetration, but who is he to disappoint? He's spurred on by the promise and command of it.]
[He gently presses her labia aside to give him better access to her clit, and he kisses the hood with wanton reverence. ]
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Her hand finds its way down to his hair, curling into it as gently as possible as she braces herself. ]
... Slowly. Please. [ She's demanding, but at least she takes care to be polite about it. ]
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[He can’t help but laugh a little.]
Slowly! After going right for my plums, even. If you want slow, let’s have a change of scenery, eh?
[It’s almost suffocating in here, as it is. He turns and shuts off the shower, opens the door, and then moves to pluck her from her position on the counter.]
If you want leisurely, let’s go to bed, hm?
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