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Ira

Her lips travel down his neck, her heavy breathing hot against his skin, then slowly make their way upwards again. Gently, almost calmly as if she is trying to not show too much of the rapidly growing desire, but the way her fingers then grip at his hair might give it away when he starts moving with her. Her legs press more firmly against him as tries to press herself even closer to him.

A small gasp escapes her as his hands move further up, then another at the touch of his thumbs. She smiles against his neck, her lips kissing their way along his jawline again back towards his chin, then press hungrily against his lips. Her tongue boldly seeking for that piercing of his. Whatever self-control she had to hold back goes out the window bit by bit by each movement from either of them. One of her hands leaves his hair to trail down his neck, across his chest to the edge of his shirt to start pushing it up over his torso.

// && my heart won't change if my head don't break,
i need a little bit of patience, 'cause we been going through changes //

It’s like the both of them are trying not to come off as too desperate, too involved, and yet with each little adjustment and movement, it becomes more increasingly clear. She presses more firmly against his hips and Uldren lets a soft breathy sound leave him at the pressure applied, one that doesn’t last too long as their lips meet again and he obliges her request in letting her explore the piercing again.

She tastes sweet, even as he presses up against her again in order to get that tank top lifted, breaking momentarily and withdrawing from her to toss it into a heap on the floor with another small roll of his hips, before returning to her own, lifting it in an attempt to do the same, lips momentarily seeking out her cheek, then her neck, followed by her collarbone in a path downward as he aims to have her shirt join his on the floor.

Uldren

Ira

They break apart for a moment, Ira taking her other hand from Uldren's hair as well to not have it being in the way of the shirt coming off. With a playful smirk growing on her face she takes the opportunity to try and catch her breath, only to have it come out in small gasps again after her own shirt is removed and Uldren's lips are on her skin.

Her hands find their way back to him, stroking over his chest, gripping at his shoulders and thumbs stroking the side of his neck. With a deeper breath, her head tilts backwards a bit to expose her neck more to him and her hips continue their movements. Still at a slower pace, but with some more pressure added. She wants more of it. To just dive in deeper, the desire almost making her mind hazy, yet still clear enough to hold onto the small amount of control still there.

Her lips even part a bit more as if she is about to say something. What really, she is not sure of herself, but all she gets out is just another heavier breath and gives it up. Instead, one of her hands returns to Uldren's hair and tugs gently to get him even closer.

// && my heart won't change if my head don't break,
i need a little bit of patience, 'cause we been going through changes //

Skin on skin, even despite the heat, Uldren finds no complaints. His lips find her collarbone, dropping to the swell of her breast, his hands returning to her sides and ribs, swooping down in a gentle stroke to her hips where he toys with the waistband of her pants. Her hips continue to press against him and he continues to press back, rocking with her even if they’re separated, too caught up in the way she moves atop him to do much else.

That is, until she tugs and he rises to press his lips to her neck, light nips that won’t leave marks behind are followed with a gentle touch of his tongue, pressing the piercing against her damp skin as he tastes the salt and sweetness there. One hand leaves her waistband to slip between them, pressing against her inner thigh, another little mimicry in their teasing game.

Uldren

Ira

She is not even sure she can feel the air anymore; her skin and his feeling burning hot. If anything, the soft breeze from the distant fan gives her goosebumps instead. Or they come from the touch of his lips and his hands. She is not in a mental state where she can stop to consider which it is. Or even care which. All she knows is that she does not want to stop feeling that touch.

He moves up to her neck and she leans her forward to hide her face in his hair on top of his head. Her hands sliding over his shoulder blades, her fingertips sticking slightly to the damp skin as she feels for the muscles on his back. His hand sliding down the inside of her leg causes her to let out a mix of a soft gasp and a small whimpering noise. She quickly bites her lip as if to quiet her own reaction to the touch and buries her face more into his hair.

// && my heart won't change if my head don't break,
i need a little bit of patience, 'cause we been going through changes //

He burns under the touch, where they connect, and it’s a spark he hasn’t felt in quite some time. So he indulges, tracing her skin and bones with his lips, mapping her out to the best of his ability with how they’re situated currently. Beneath her hands as they run along his shoulder blades, will find harder muscles, formed from having to forge the metal for the jewelry, and in other places his skin is far softer, still pale as any Drencher would be, but soft if not for the dampness.

The rest, however, he doesn’t think about as his hand slides along her inner thigh, pausing when he hears the soft sound that leaves her and feels the way she tries to hide it. So he noses his way back up, along her neck and cheek toward her ear. “You can be however loud you wanna be.” Comes the soft whispered tone, hoarse with the lust and desire. His hand drifts further, coming closer toward the apex of her thighs while his other tugs at the waistband to pull it down.

Uldren

Ira

Every little movement and touch feels amplified, yet not intense enough. The feeling of his skin against her and the scent of his hair. While she could sit like that for the rest of the night, with her slender body pressed against his more muscular one, she is aching for more. The way he noses up her neck makes her shiver and the whispering words bring out a huff of a laugh. "Mh, you sure...No one is home to hear...?" She breathes out and leans her cheek against his while his face is near. It isn't the neighbours she is thinking of, but her hazy mind clearing up just enough for her to remember Uldren does not live alone.

Uldren's hand interrupts her thoughts, however, and she lets out another soft gasp. The tugging of her shorts brings her back a bit more to reality and becomes aware of that Uldren's plan might be tricky to follow through with while she sits like that, straddling his lap. But she does not want to have to get up, to break the contact in any way. Yet, the layers of clothing between them feel more in the way than ever.

She puts her hands on the edge of the desk on either side of Uldren and moves to stand in front of him and the bench. While still leaned down over him with support from the bench, one of her hands start trailing down his chest, down across his belly to the edge of his own pants. One finger hooks in under the edge of them and she gives them a small tug as well, a small smirk forming on her lips and she looks to his face with a burning look in her eyes.

// && my heart won't change if my head don't break,
i need a little bit of patience, 'cause we been going through changes //

“M’ sure. It’s jus’ us.” He adds gently, lips moving along her skin again. Her soft gasp sparks a small smirk against where he kisses and it lasts merely long enough for her to readjust and stand, hovering over him so he can slip the rest of her clothes off. He makes quick work of it, slipping it down her hips to fall to the ground, head angled up to meet her face, pressing a soft kiss to whatever part of her he can reach.

But her hand starts to trail, along his chest to his pants, giving a tug to his own that applies enough of a surprised pressure against how hard he is that the reaction she’s met with is a rumbling moan. His hand moves along her again, slipping from the outside of her thigh toward the inside, now that no fabric is between them, and his other hand moves toward his own pants, deftly unbuttoning them and with Ira’s help, manages to slide them down as well, leaving the both of them nude, Uldren’s skin flushed and sticky with a light sheen of sweat, muscles tense in anticipation for her to return to his lap where he’s already aching.

In fact, one hand abandons her completely to reach for a drawer at the side of the desk, pulling out a condom in order to slip it on his cock, stroking himself to make sure it’s on all the way which has a heavy hum of a sound slipping from his throat when his green gaze finds her face again.

Uldren

Ira

Her clothes are kicked away in a random direction and she feels briefly exposed, until Uldren's moan turns up her desire enough for her to not care about it anymore. His hand finds its way back to the inside of her thigh and drags a softer moan out of her. She moves herself carefully against it, almost as if still trying to mask just how much of the burning lust she is feeling. However, there is little hiding it with no clothes in the way. She steals glances down at Uldren through half-opened eyes as the last piece of clothes are removed from him as well and a faint smile forms on her lips.

She moves in closer, putting one knee up on the bench next to him, but pauses when she catches him searching around in a drawer out of the corner of her eye. The wait feels achingly long, but she does not move a muscle (other than her heaving chest) while he works the condom on. Then their eyes meet again and she makes her way back to his lap, sitting on the bench with one knee on either side of him. She holds herself up on her legs just high enough for the two of them to not touch, the faint smile still playing on her lips.

The small nervous flutter makes itself known in her stomach again and she takes a moment to hover there, stroking her fingertips slowly over his shoulders. Breathing.

// && my heart won't change if my head don't break,
i need a little bit of patience, 'cause we been going through changes //

She returns, slipping into his space with relative ease while he fumbles in the drawer, but once he’s gotten everything situated, his green gaze finds her face, lingering on her own as if there’s a silent conversation happening. There may or may not be, but Uldren leans back the second she slips onto his lap again. And so he flashes her a crooked smile in response to her faint one as she hovers, as her fingertips run along his shoulders in gentle strokes.

One of his hands slips up her side, starting at her hip and rises to the swell of her breast again, stroking his thumb along the underside of the curve while his other hand departs from himself to run gentle little lines along the inside of her thighs. He pushes himself up a small amount, only to press a kiss to her neck, trailing upward to her chin. “Let me know when you’re ready, Ira…” He whispers against her skin, his voice still hoarse and deeper from his desire, body aching but restraint is easy as he proves to her that he won’t do anything until she’s ready to.

Uldren