Mm... what a shame, then, working so hard to make sure it's soft to the touch. At least I have you to appreciate it, I suppose.
[... If Evangeline thought he had a healthy idea of boundaries, she's free to dump those thoughts now. Because, yeah, he doesn't quite understand why you'd need to be friends for something like that.
Likewise, does not occur to him at all that the way he laces his fingers with hers, essentially straddling her lap at this point, isn't exactly something "just friends" do. Despite the fact that in his mind, she is exactly that.]
[She kisses him. The previous kisses had been light and chaste, but this is firmer and more intense. The kind of kiss that leads to making out that leads to fucking.]
[- Oh! She's getting so good at taking him off guard with these things! But the kiss is returned, of course. As best he can, despite the fact that even now, his kisses are inexperienced and clumsy.
There's no hesitance to it, though. The moment his brain catches up, she's getting him in full force - he does not want to just kiss, and that's clear enough from the energy behind it.]
[If there's something to be said about Louis, it's that he certainly has enthusiasm and zeal for these things... and he's more than happy to take every little thing that's given to him. Case in point -
She barely needs to part her lips at all for him to take it as an invitation, tongue delving in to sweep across hers without an ounce of pause or thought. Letting out a heavy, heated puff of breath against her cheek as he does, well aware that it's not going to take much for him to end up hard over this.]
what do you mean surely this will be normal sex with zero feelings
[Perfect. She tangles her tongue with his, more muffled moans and gasps of pleasure swallowed up by his mouth.
She needs more hands. Luckily she can have more hands, and she feels at his shirt hem to see if he's wearing something where she can slip her hand under his shirt to feel his chest, or if his pants are in the way again.]
[Luckily for her, not all of his clothing options pin him in his clothes like a doofus - His shirt's nice and light and airy, plenty easy for her to reach beneath and pull a soft little gasp from him against her lips.
The fact that she's willing to touch him so unabashedly is something he appreciates about her, honestly, and it makes him wish he could return it - but it'd be a bit difficult, each others' arms getting in the way... So instead, he'll bring his free hand up to cup her face, letting his fingers push into her hair behind her ear as the claw-like nail on his thumb presses against her cheek.
Just to hold her face where he'd like it as he shares his magic with her, gleefully exploring her teeth with his tongue.]
[Absolutely perfect. Colors dance at the corners of her vision, music playing distantly. The effects of his magic don't deter her at all, only driving her to even more eagerly deepen the kiss.
She strokes over his stomach, his chest. He doesn't have much in the way of pecs but she gives them a squeeze anyway.]
[He can tell - when his magic starts to flood her mind, he can tell just from how much she starts looking for more out of this kiss of theirs. A moan manages to pass between them as he turns his head, pressing in to share as much of his toxins with her as he possibly can... quietly grateful that this is something she seems to enjoy, even though he can't promise her that all her visions will always be pleasant.
Can he control the hallucinations, once she has them? Yes. But that requires active thought, which isn't really in large supply when her hands are wandering across his skin like this.
He may not have much in the way of any muscle definition, really, but the light grip is appreciated regardless - Louis pressing into her hand just to chase the warmth of it against his cool skin, already needing to shift from knee-to-knee above her lap where he sits.]
[They're something that is uniquely his. Kissing him is like kissing no other person, and for that she prizes it even more than she normally would.
A hand gropes at her chest - it takes a moment for her to realize it's not his. Still, she acquiesces, pulling back from the kiss in order to unbutton her suit jacket and toss it carelessly to the side. Then her blouse follows the same way, leaving her in her bra and skirt.
Dropping the protection of her EGO suit on the floor, because she doesn't need it.]
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[Even better for her - the more she kisses him, the more of his magic she'll take in, and the stronger the effects become. If this were the land of the dead, she'd already be blessed with enough Orange magic to end up with second sight, seeing all the spirits invisible to everyone else.
It takes him a second, though, to understand what she's just done - He ends up pulling out of the kiss, chest heaving as he looks down between them... and it clicks. She's taken off her EGO suit. He had convinced himself she wore it here to protect herself from him, and yet... she's happily stripped it off, trusting him implicitly. (Or so he thinks.)
Give him a second. He has to try very hard not to tear up over this whole idea. Something he's sure will help - he frees his hand from her hair to reach out and take one of her breasts, massaging it gently in his palm as he goes back in for another kiss.]
like you don't hallucinate someone copping a feel all the time (no that's just you eva)
[The turmoil, thankfully, is ambient - he can feel it brew in the back of his mind, but he's able to push it down so he can try and focus on her and her alone, instead. Rubbing her chest with his palm as he finally grinds his hips down against hers, letting out a heady sounding hum against her lips.
...
All of which is immediately put on pause when she starts scratching at his horn like that. Even his hand stills completely, just a nice, firm, unmoving hold on her breast. Sorry, Eva. That's his Shut Up And Stop Thinking button.]
[She stops the scritching and he seems to recover, blinking at her a bit before looking down between them as his face starts to tint a nice, deep orange in embarrassment.]
M-mm... I, ah - I have never... had someone touch my horns like that. Before. I suppose they're quite sensitive...
Yes - yes! I can do that, yes, give me just a moment...
[He has to shift a bit on his knees, making sure he's stable before he lifts himself up onto them from off of her lap. Holding onto her shoulders delicately, of course.]
... I feel as though I should have dressed more... attractively for this, rather than simple loungewear - But at least that should make your job much easier, here.
[Seriously. Alongside that airy shirt, he's just in... pants. Nothing fancy at all. They're wide-legged, even, for comfort's sake. Scandalous??]
[Well, he WANTED to just enjoy the way she was stripping him and stroking him, but. Y'know. He can't help pulling back further to look at her when she references that so casually, blinking in surprise... before trying to let himself be as casual as she is, moving to take off his shirt as he talks.]
... You truly have no boundaries, do you?
Yes, I suppose my nausea over having eaten you would make it a bit hard to fuck you properly... riding me would be the best choice. And I just enjoy not having to do any work, of course.
Here - shall I lay back for you? Or... were you thinking of something else?
It is what it is, and what it is is an important point of consideration when it comes to sex position.
[She pulls off her skirt and underwear and tosses them aside, then straddles him and lowers herself carefully down. She takes a moment just to breathe, to get used to the feeling of him inside her-
-and then immediately starts bouncing on him with enthusiasm, riding him hard and fast.]
[Yeah, that enthusiasm is noticeable, and he's more-or-less forced to grab onto her thighs just from how much it is; he feels as though he's going to topple right off the sofa from it... or maybe die outright, considering he's still new to this whole "fucking" thing - He needs to mentally catch up with it all, legs spreading and his heel pushing into the arm of his couch like that will somehow slow things down and make it easier to catch up.]
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At least I have you to appreciate it, I suppose.
[... If Evangeline thought he had a healthy idea of boundaries, she's free to dump those thoughts now.
Because, yeah, he doesn't quite understand why you'd need to be friends for something like that.
Likewise, does not occur to him at all that the way he laces his fingers with hers, essentially straddling her lap at this point, isn't exactly something "just friends" do.
Despite the fact that in his mind, she is exactly that.]
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I will play with your hair extra to make up for it. -Any other body parts that need extra appreciation?
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All of them?
[ma'am he is a touch starved narcissist, he would like attention on everything everywhere please]
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[She kisses him. The previous kisses had been light and chaste, but this is firmer and more intense. The kind of kiss that leads to making out that leads to fucking.]
welp time for the nsfw warning,
But the kiss is returned, of course. As best he can, despite the fact that even now, his kisses are inexperienced and clumsy.
There's no hesitance to it, though. The moment his brain catches up, she's getting him in full force - he does not want to just kiss, and that's clear enough from the energy behind it.]
they had a good run
The hand that isn't holding his tangles in his hair as she parts her lips for him.]
time for them to be Extremely Emotionally Charged
Case in point -
She barely needs to part her lips at all for him to take it as an invitation, tongue delving in to sweep across hers without an ounce of pause or thought.
Letting out a heavy, heated puff of breath against her cheek as he does, well aware that it's not going to take much for him to end up hard over this.]
what do you mean surely this will be normal sex with zero feelings
She needs more hands. Luckily she can have more hands, and she feels at his shirt hem to see if he's wearing something where she can slip her hand under his shirt to feel his chest, or if his pants are in the way again.]
surely! no reason for feelings here, none at all
His shirt's nice and light and airy, plenty easy for her to reach beneath and pull a soft little gasp from him against her lips.
The fact that she's willing to touch him so unabashedly is something he appreciates about her, honestly, and it makes him wish he could return it - but it'd be a bit difficult, each others' arms getting in the way...
So instead, he'll bring his free hand up to cup her face, letting his fingers push into her hair behind her ear as the claw-like nail on his thumb presses against her cheek.
Just to hold her face where he'd like it as he shares his magic with her, gleefully exploring her teeth with his tongue.]
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She strokes over his stomach, his chest. He doesn't have much in the way of pecs but she gives them a squeeze anyway.]
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A moan manages to pass between them as he turns his head, pressing in to share as much of his toxins with her as he possibly can... quietly grateful that this is something she seems to enjoy, even though he can't promise her that all her visions will always be pleasant.
Can he control the hallucinations, once she has them?
Yes.
But that requires active thought, which isn't really in large supply when her hands are wandering across his skin like this.
He may not have much in the way of any muscle definition, really, but the light grip is appreciated regardless - Louis pressing into her hand just to chase the warmth of it against his cool skin, already needing to shift from knee-to-knee above her lap where he sits.]
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A hand gropes at her chest - it takes a moment for her to realize it's not his. Still, she acquiesces, pulling back from the kiss in order to unbutton her suit jacket and toss it carelessly to the side. Then her blouse follows the same way, leaving her in her bra and skirt.
Dropping the protection of her EGO suit on the floor, because she doesn't need it.]
eva taking off her shirt after groping herself like https://i.imgur.com/L5qBYDL.png
If this were the land of the dead, she'd already be blessed with enough Orange magic to end up with second sight, seeing all the spirits invisible to everyone else.
It takes him a second, though, to understand what she's just done -
He ends up pulling out of the kiss, chest heaving as he looks down between them... and it clicks. She's taken off her EGO suit.
He had convinced himself she wore it here to protect herself from him, and yet... she's happily stripped it off, trusting him implicitly.
(Or so he thinks.)
Give him a second. He has to try very hard not to tear up over this whole idea.
Something he's sure will help - he frees his hand from her hair to reach out and take one of her breasts, massaging it gently in his palm as he goes back in for another kiss.]
like you don't hallucinate someone copping a feel all the time (no that's just you eva)
She runs her fingers through his hair, once again scritching the base of his horns like he'd liked so much as she kisses him as deeply as she can.]
i mean. lbr he probably has. he's had ten years to hallucinate all kindsa things
Rubbing her chest with his palm as he finally grinds his hips down against hers, letting out a heady sounding hum against her lips.
...
All of which is immediately put on pause when she starts scratching at his horn like that.
Even his hand stills completely, just a nice, firm, unmoving hold on her breast.
Sorry, Eva. That's his Shut Up And Stop Thinking button.]
she's speedrunning it
Feels nice, hard to do anything during?
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M-mm... I, ah -
I have never... had someone touch my horns like that. Before.
I suppose they're quite sensitive...
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Would you mind lifting your hips for me? I like your fashion, but I really want to get you naked.
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[He has to shift a bit on his knees, making sure he's stable before he lifts himself up onto them from off of her lap.
Holding onto her shoulders delicately, of course.]
... I feel as though I should have dressed more... attractively for this, rather than simple loungewear -
But at least that should make your job much easier, here.
[Seriously. Alongside that airy shirt, he's just in... pants. Nothing fancy at all.
They're wide-legged, even, for comfort's sake. Scandalous??]
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[Quick to reassure him as she tugs his legs down and off of him. She gives him a few good strokes, smiling.]
You're probably too queasy for a lot of motion right now, so how about I ride you?
[Referencing his current state without so much as a change of expression.]
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He can't help pulling back further to look at her when she references that so casually, blinking in surprise... before trying to let himself be as casual as she is, moving to take off his shirt as he talks.]
... You truly have no boundaries, do you?
Yes, I suppose my nausea over having eaten you would make it a bit hard to fuck you properly... riding me would be the best choice.
And I just enjoy not having to do any work, of course.
Here - shall I lay back for you? Or... were you thinking of something else?
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[With most people that would be a severe moodkiller.]
Lay back for me, please? I'll make it up to you.
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[Said, of course, as he moves to lay back for her, letting his trousers bunch up around his calves while everything else is on display.]
... I'm merely surprised that you seem to have no issues discussing it during.
The average person would consider it fucked up, you know.
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[She pulls off her skirt and underwear and tosses them aside, then straddles him and lowers herself carefully down. She takes a moment just to breathe, to get used to the feeling of him inside her-
-and then immediately starts bouncing on him with enthusiasm, riding him hard and fast.]
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[Yeah, that enthusiasm is noticeable, and he's more-or-less forced to grab onto her thighs just from how much it is; he feels as though he's going to topple right off the sofa from it... or maybe die outright, considering he's still new to this whole "fucking" thing -
He needs to mentally catch up with it all, legs spreading and his heel pushing into the arm of his couch like that will somehow slow things down and make it easier to catch up.]
You - you truly waste no time, hm...!
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i need more icons with this specific vibe, apparently
eva brings that out in him
she truly does...
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this icon getting more mileage in smut than i expected just bc i havent drawn a smutty version yet--
can't believe you don't have a sexual exhaustion icon
frankly a missed opportunity considering this boy gets exhausted just jacking off
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wrapup!