knightofmercury | Frederick and Tiwa (Outside a Bar-shaped place)

Frederick and Tiwa (Outside a Bar-shaped place)

Frederick is out in the forest tonight, lying in a clearing by the lake, looking up at the stars. He traces patterns of constellations in the air with one hand, his other arm placed casually under his head and his legs crossed above him. He hums softly as he does so, a wayward tune that seems to vascillate between songs he's only vaguely familiar with, and nonsensical melodies he's made up on the spot.

The calm, dark water of the lake nearby reflects the glittering specks of light in the clear night sky, creating the illusion of space both above and below.

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He moans again. His heart is pounding, and his breathing is becoming rather labored.

But oh, is he enjoying this. His fingers tighten in her hair, keeping her close for as long as she's willing to stay there.

In time she moves to his other nipple with a parting light bite and wiggles against him, gasping as she feels him pressing against her.

The friction isn't helping matters. Or it is, depending on how you look at it.

He grins at the thought and the pleasant sound of her gasping, all the while gasping a bit himself and shifting against her as she does the same.

Tiwa happens to think it sort of is and ends up biting his nipple rather harder than she meant to thanks to one wonderful bit of friction.

Frederick lets out a sharp little moan at that. His hands shudder as he slides them down to her shoulders, digging his fingers into her skin slightly.

She looks up at him, hungrily kissing up his body and pressing herself to him before kissing him deeply.

He pulls her close, sighing almost as if with relief-- he can reach her much better now. He slowly slides his hands down to the small of her back, tightening one arm around her there and slipping the fingers of his other hand underneath the elastic of her underwear.

He makes a little "mm" noise against her lips at what he finds there, and squeezes slightly.

His touch makes her groan and she moves against him, gasping as she moves to nip his ear.

Frederick turns his head to let her, arching his neck a bit and stretching his legs, shivering at the sensation.

He tugs at her underwear, pulling it just a little ways down her hip.

"I'm going to need you to take these off pretty soon, my gorgeous little bird," he murmurs to her, breathlessly.

It takes her a moment to have the breath to talk again,

"Long as you do too."

Frederick lets out a few breaths like laughter. "Naturally, m'dear," he tells her, managing a bit more solidity in tone. He sits up slightly, intending to resolve the problem.

When he sits up, she moves her hands down his body to help him get his underwear off and pulls hers so that she can straddle him.

The feel of him so close makes it hard to be patient and as soon as she can, she kisses him again, pushing him back onto the bed.

He smiles at that, moaning and holding her close. He enjoys her kiss, doing his best to keep his breaths deep, drawing out this feeling as long as he can. His fingers slide up and down her thigh, grazing his fingernails lightly against her skin.

She catches her breath as his fingers move on her skin and twist her hands in his hair as she kisses him.

Frederick sighs against her-- whimpering, almost-- pulling on her hips and thighs with both hands, trying to bring her closer around him. Between her gasps and her kisses and her fingers in his hair... he isn't sure how much longer he can hold on like this.

She gasps and groans, stopping the kiss to rest her head on his shoulder and whisper,

"Yes, now."

He rests his cheek against her hair. It's always at this point that he finds himself a bit speechless, in that he wouldn't know the words to say, even if he had adequate breath to say them.

He continues to pull on her thigh with one hand, sliding the other one slowly over the front of her hips to her pelvis. He may need some help adjusting.

Sadly to adjust, she needs to move slightly away from him and she does before lowering herself onto him with a sigh and a kiss.

He brings his arms up to her shoulders then, satisfied with where her hips are for the moment and more concerned with bringing her lips deeper into his own. He licks at the corners of her mouth rather breathlessly, gasping every now and then as he moves his pelvis against hers.

The licking is odd and pleasant, she moans as she tries to find the best way to move. Everything is wonderful and so much as she kisses him and keeps one hand wound in his hair.

He brings one hand down to her lower back, indicating with slight pressure what movements might feel good, trying to find them with her. But then he lets go to grasp onto her shoulders, enjoying the way she's slightly more in control, focusing on the pleasing and escalating heat between his legs. He moans again, a sound that's both distinctly happy and desperate.

She follows him and moans when she finds the best place before kissing him and his neck.

Frederick moans in between breaths, bringing one hand up to tangle his fingers in her hair. Everything she's doing feels so very good... If she would just... a bit...

"Lower," he pleads, in a whisper-- one word is about all he can manage at this point. He tugs gently in her hair, guiding her kisses more towards his upper chest.

When he pleads she kisses lower, moving faster as she wants more and gasps as she finds a space that feels so good.

There.

Frederick has a noticeable reaction when she kisses his collarbone; he cries out, muscles tightening all at once, and grasps firmly onto her back, fingers digging into her skin.

He is strangely aware of everything, in this instant. He can feel her, every part of her, closed around his body and flowing through his veins. It's a high that's better than flying, and yet oddly similar-- her energy is lofty and fluttering and free, yet mixed with an unfamiliar, musical quality that almost seems to ring pleasantly in his ears.

He lets out another cry as he releases into her, not long after the first. He locks his hands tight around her waist, desperate to feel her as close to himself as he can in this moment.

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