[ Of course, he's met with a curious tilt of her head, a question in her eyes before she nods, putting her tea aside for the time being— and after a moment, she takes his too— so that she can move herself around in the tub, ass sliding between his thighs so her back can lean into his chest, her head falling back onto his shoulder.
She's certainly not about to protest the idea of sitting with him like this. ]
Mm. Like this, Monsieur?
[ And because she knows he loves his tea perhaps more than anything, she takes his cup to press gently into his hand once more. ]
( He’ll sacrifice looking directly at her so their bodies can lock like puzzle pieces. His cock squeezed down against his sack and her tailbone.
He takes a sip from his tea before setting up on the edge of the basin again, freeing both hands to roam her thighs and up her chest. Crystals begin to form to some degree just as he massages his thumbs around her nipples. )
Sensitive?
I have to admit, I’ve never used my vision this way. Guess you’re a lucky first. Or unlucky?
[ She's not sure exactly what he's planning, her mind still stuck on the ridiculous image of the water frozen around her and locking her in place, petulant pout and all. But she likes the feel of him against her back, and the hands warm from the bath and yet more from holding a hot teacup—
—She gasps, though, the sharp unbidden sound perhaps the loudest she's made all night, a wordless answer to his question as tiny crystals of ice form where his thumbs trail over her nipples, sensitive at the best of times and yet now sharpening and pebbling abruptly under the assault. A softer sound finds her lips, something akin to a whine, and her head turns to try to find a spot to nestle into his throat, breath short on her tongue. ]
Oh? ( The sound blasts through bathroom walls beautifully, she’s always so expressive with her delight. He pinches the two perky ends, lifting them higher between icy digits like he’s trying to keep playing her soprano.
He angles himself ajar from her hips, cock pressed softly on her hip as she smothers herself on his neck. This is a better idea than he realized, he has never seen her this sensitive to a touch.
He runs one hand down her navel and between her legs. If that’s the reaction to her nipples he wonders: how would she react when his fingers slide between her heated, puffed lips. He barely grazes her clit in case it’s too overwhelming for her, especially after their previous wall fucking session. )
[ His attempts to play her are quickly rewarded as she alternates seemingly at random between moans and gasps, back arching and breasts pushing into the touch. The sensation is so foreign compared to any she has experienced, the sensitivity overwhelming but delightful in all the right ways, the ache of it more pleasure than anything else, pleasure and unrepentant need, and her breathing quickly turns ragged as the shift of his hand speaks of the most sinful of promises.
Her hips jolt against the barely-there graze of his finger, and while later she will certainly be grateful for his choice to treat her carefully, in this moment a sudden swell of frustration has her teeth nip at the skin of his throat, a punishing bite as her hips lift in search of more.
"How's that?" he asks, and she groans out her answer. Nothing has ever felt this good, not ever. ]
I swear to each and every god still living in Teyvat— [ she breathes out, tongue laving over the red mark her teeth left behind ] —if you don't touch me...
[ It's an empty threat, mainly because all Navia knows is him right now— she barely has enough coherency to think of what she could possibly do to him in her frustration. ]
( So much for keeping it all professional, huh. Not ten minutes have gone by and she's already filling the bathroom with worthy pornographic records. Water sloshes gently around their bodies, rippling as much as her pleasure and splashing over smooth edges. )
I thought it was my birthday.
( He's teasing, of course, being a victim of his dick tragically betraying him despite the pleasure of her visuals. This is all he can offer for the time being. Calloused fingers seemingly featherlight as they caress between her inner thighs, tracing the shape of her pussy longways just to deny her from truly seizing into oblivion. He presses two digits on either side of her hood, tracing down her folds and up and again, rubbing her quicker before she takes fate into her hands. A shock of frost pulses just over her swelled clit. He tugs at her nipple using the same, icing method, kissing the sweat and bits of water off of her neck. See, she always gets what she wants. )
[ Archons. Not only is he quickly getting her back to very het up with his touches, the pulses of ice serve to keep her on her toes, forcing her to focus on each and every touch. He knows just where to be, the perfect spot to keep her aching for more, reaching for the edge but being drawn constantly away, giving her everything she needs but never enough.
But he's right, when he speaks— it is his birthday, and while he may just be teasing her, while she knows he's enjoying the way she cries sonorously for him, she can't help but wonder if there's something she might enjoy even more. She pulls her face back from where it's pressed into the side of his neck, looking up at him with a dazed softness in her blue eyes.
Before the words even come, she stumbles out several gasps and moans. ]
Then— then tell me, Wriothesley. What do you want for your birthday? [ Another sharp sound, and Navia pants out a rough groan into his neck. ] Tell me. Whatever it is, I'll grant it.
[ A dangerous promise, perhaps? But she trusts him. ]
No need to tell you. ( He mumbles against her neck, lips curving to a smile that is pressed up against pleasure-riddled skin. The essential oil in the water accentuates her freshness and aromas. She's ravishing in design and nudity.
His fingers keep pressing pointedly over her clit, dipping over it from one heated side to another. It'd be a waste to leave the bath when she put so much care to it, or to let their teas get cold.
However, her sounds vibrate between his ears. She's so effortlessly erotic when she's being driven towards the edge, ready to pounce into the clouds and her mouth is also testing his limits. Steadily, her touch also triggers pleasing shocks down his spine.
So it is to nobody's surprise that he somehow lifts and pushes himself up from the bath, dodging the cups of tea. A puddle of lavender drips down every hair and line on his body and he helps her out as well. Without time wasted, he tosses her heavy hair over her shoulder to then scoop her off of the floor with fair ease.
Her body shines with the remnants of lavender oils and water, hopefully, her sheets don't get stained with it. It's too late now, as he slams her body down on her bed so he can follow suit. Her nipples are so bright with the shine, perky and tasteful. He immediately leans over her to suck in one of them, mixing in kisses and bites. )
[ Navia is prepared to argue, to tell him that he should be informing her of what he wants from her, but between the teasing and the way he has her arching and moaning and whining under his touch, it truly is no surprise at all when he stands and hoists her into his arms in what in the end is little more than a race to the bed.
The sound she makes as she's slammed into the mattress is some sweet mix of moan and laugh, and her fingers thread into his hair to tug him close, back arching into the sinful ministrations his mouth and teeth and tongue have to offer. ]
Fuck— [ Her voice, yet tinted with the edges of a laugh, sounds in the room. ]
[ With the way he's leaning over her, reaching between his legs isn't much of an option. Instead, she lets her other hand run down over his shoulder and back, nails scraping teasingly against the skin. ]
You know, for all the mess we've just made, you may as well have, mm, fucked me in the tub.
[ Not that she's opposed to the comfort of a mattress against her back as she arches into his mouth. Although she's no longer entirely sure where they will sleep— that's a problem for later, though. Right now, her legs hook under his, back arching, the blonde wondering if she can take enough of his balance to roll him under her, treat him to a proper show. ]
And ruin a perfect batch of tea? ( Not in his world. He licks around her nipple then kisses up her neck, finding her mouth. Her wet body glistens under the light, sprawled and erotic ready to be taken. The sight alone punches a void into him and fills it with nothing but desire.
When her legs loop around him, he inches closer to her and holds onto one of her thighs. The look in her eyes is very telling of something, so wicked in lust. )
[ She hums when he peers at her, trying to clarify for himself the wickedness glinting behind her eyes. Caught, but she hardly minds, not when it means she can press hungry kisses into his mouth before her lips drift instead to his ear, a soft chuckle against the shell as she kisses it. ]
Why don't you lie back and let me ride you, handsome?
[ It's the best of both worlds for him. A good fuck, a good view, and she gets to take care of him the way he deserves on his birthday. In Navia's mind, it's the perfect present. ]
( More presents, huh? His cock does like the sound of it, aching with a steady twitch at the mere thought of her taking control. So much responsibility always falls on his shoulders, it's a change of pace, and besides: he trusts her. It wouldn't be possible otherwise.
He tilts their bodies to the side to assume her favored position. The view is nice from below. Her skin is still shining with oils and water of intoxicating scents, her breasts are perky and frankly, he's ready to see them bounce. He reaches out for one of them, cupping her fully and tender. )
You are full of surprises tonight. Color me impressed.
[ Navia chuckles, and she offers a sly smile down at him as she stretches her arms to gather her hair behind her back so the curls of gold and rivulets of falling water don't serve as too much of a distraction for him, especially as she starts to move. ]
How could I not be sure to go all out on your birthday, Wriothesley?
[ It's said with a slow, playful smile, and then Navia starts to move, a rise and fall of her hips against his that certainly has her breasts bouncing in just the way he wants to see; with a low chuckle, she reaches to cup her fingers around his wrist, tugging it back so she can see him in all her glory. ]
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She's certainly not about to protest the idea of sitting with him like this. ]
Mm. Like this, Monsieur?
[ And because she knows he loves his tea perhaps more than anything, she takes his cup to press gently into his hand once more. ]
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( He’ll sacrifice looking directly at her so their bodies can lock like puzzle pieces. His cock squeezed down against his sack and her tailbone.
He takes a sip from his tea before setting up on the edge of the basin again, freeing both hands to roam her thighs and up her chest. Crystals begin to form to some degree just as he massages his thumbs around her nipples. )
Sensitive?
I have to admit, I’ve never used my vision this way. Guess you’re a lucky first. Or unlucky?
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—She gasps, though, the sharp unbidden sound perhaps the loudest she's made all night, a wordless answer to his question as tiny crystals of ice form where his thumbs trail over her nipples, sensitive at the best of times and yet now sharpening and pebbling abruptly under the assault. A softer sound finds her lips, something akin to a whine, and her head turns to try to find a spot to nestle into his throat, breath short on her tongue. ]
Oh, certainly not unlucky, Your Grace. Mn.
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( The sound blasts through bathroom walls beautifully, she’s always so expressive with her delight. He pinches the two perky ends, lifting them higher between icy digits like he’s trying to keep playing her soprano.
He angles himself ajar from her hips, cock pressed softly on her hip as she smothers herself on his neck. This is a better idea than he realized, he has never seen her this sensitive to a touch.
He runs one hand down her navel and between her legs. If that’s the reaction to her nipples he wonders: how would she react when his fingers slide between her heated, puffed lips. He barely grazes her clit in case it’s too overwhelming for her, especially after their previous wall fucking session. )
How’s that?
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Her hips jolt against the barely-there graze of his finger, and while later she will certainly be grateful for his choice to treat her carefully, in this moment a sudden swell of frustration has her teeth nip at the skin of his throat, a punishing bite as her hips lift in search of more.
"How's that?" he asks, and she groans out her answer. Nothing has ever felt this good, not ever. ]
I swear to each and every god still living in Teyvat— [ she breathes out, tongue laving over the red mark her teeth left behind ] —if you don't touch me...
[ It's an empty threat, mainly because all Navia knows is him right now— she barely has enough coherency to think of what she could possibly do to him in her frustration. ]
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I thought it was my birthday.
( He's teasing, of course, being a victim of his dick tragically betraying him despite the pleasure of her visuals. This is all he can offer for the time being. Calloused fingers seemingly featherlight as they caress between her inner thighs, tracing the shape of her pussy longways just to deny her from truly seizing into oblivion. He presses two digits on either side of her hood, tracing down her folds and up and again, rubbing her quicker before she takes fate into her hands. A shock of frost pulses just over her swelled clit. He tugs at her nipple using the same, icing method, kissing the sweat and bits of water off of her neck. See, she always gets what she wants. )
Uh-huh.
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But he's right, when he speaks— it is his birthday, and while he may just be teasing her, while she knows he's enjoying the way she cries sonorously for him, she can't help but wonder if there's something she might enjoy even more. She pulls her face back from where it's pressed into the side of his neck, looking up at him with a dazed softness in her blue eyes.
Before the words even come, she stumbles out several gasps and moans. ]
Then— then tell me, Wriothesley. What do you want for your birthday? [ Another sharp sound, and Navia pants out a rough groan into his neck. ] Tell me. Whatever it is, I'll grant it.
[ A dangerous promise, perhaps? But she trusts him. ]
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( He mumbles against her neck, lips curving to a smile that is pressed up against pleasure-riddled skin. The essential oil in the water accentuates her freshness and aromas. She's ravishing in design and nudity.
His fingers keep pressing pointedly over her clit, dipping over it from one heated side to another. It'd be a waste to leave the bath when she put so much care to it, or to let their teas get cold.
However, her sounds vibrate between his ears. She's so effortlessly erotic when she's being driven towards the edge, ready to pounce into the clouds and her mouth is also testing his limits. Steadily, her touch also triggers pleasing shocks down his spine.
So it is to nobody's surprise that he somehow lifts and pushes himself up from the bath, dodging the cups of tea. A puddle of lavender drips down every hair and line on his body and he helps her out as well.
Without time wasted, he tosses her heavy hair over her shoulder to then scoop her off of the floor with fair ease.
Her body shines with the remnants of lavender oils and water, hopefully, her sheets don't get stained with it. It's too late now, as he slams her body down on her bed so he can follow suit. Her nipples are so bright with the shine, perky and tasteful. He immediately leans over her to suck in one of them, mixing in kisses and bites. )
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The sound she makes as she's slammed into the mattress is some sweet mix of moan and laugh, and her fingers thread into his hair to tug him close, back arching into the sinful ministrations his mouth and teeth and tongue have to offer. ]
Fuck— [ Her voice, yet tinted with the edges of a laugh, sounds in the room. ]
[ With the way he's leaning over her, reaching between his legs isn't much of an option. Instead, she lets her other hand run down over his shoulder and back, nails scraping teasingly against the skin. ]
You know, for all the mess we've just made, you may as well have, mm, fucked me in the tub.
[ Not that she's opposed to the comfort of a mattress against her back as she arches into his mouth. Although she's no longer entirely sure where they will sleep— that's a problem for later, though. Right now, her legs hook under his, back arching, the blonde wondering if she can take enough of his balance to roll him under her, treat him to a proper show. ]
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When her legs loop around him, he inches closer to her and holds onto one of her thighs. The look in her eyes is very telling of something, so wicked in lust. )
What is it?
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Why don't you lie back and let me ride you, handsome?
[ It's the best of both worlds for him. A good fuck, a good view, and she gets to take care of him the way he deserves on his birthday. In Navia's mind, it's the perfect present. ]
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He tilts their bodies to the side to assume her favored position. The view is nice from below. Her skin is still shining with oils and water of intoxicating scents, her breasts are perky and frankly, he's ready to see them bounce. He reaches out for one of them, cupping her fully and tender. )
You are full of surprises tonight. Color me impressed.
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How could I not be sure to go all out on your birthday, Wriothesley?
[ It's said with a slow, playful smile, and then Navia starts to move, a rise and fall of her hips against his that certainly has her breasts bouncing in just the way he wants to see; with a low chuckle, she reaches to cup her fingers around his wrist, tugging it back so she can see him in all her glory. ]
Mm— good?