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[wooow]

You got my interest. I'll tell our dutiful front desk to deliver it once Aeife drops it off. Do I get a hint as to what it is, at least?

[buttercream]

Well~

There's something to eat, and something to play with. ♥

[wooow]

( Is it underwear? )

I'll need more than that to figure it out.

[buttercream]

Or, monsieur, you could wait just a little.

[wooow]

I've waited a whole year.

[buttercream]

Then thirty minutes won't kill you, no?

[wooow]

It might. Who knows if those otters won't smash their rocks on the Fortress glass and flood us in.

[buttercream]

Hmm. I think I will take my chances.

[wooow]

I'll see you on the other side.

[buttercream]

[ Navia doesn't reply, but exactly 30 minutes later, a box will be delivered to Wriothesley's room, wrapped in dark blue paper, tied with gold ribbon, a card attached to it that is empty other than a heart drawn carefully onto the cardboard.

Upon opening it, he'll find two smaller boxes:

one containing a selection of macarons flavored for different styles of tea,

and one holding naught but a small contraption vaguely resembling a control device for a robotic creature. ]

[wooow]

( After thirty minutes of admiring the desolation past the window, he heads back up after hearing someone at the door.

He brings the mystery box to his desk and carefully slides the ribbon off. He picks out a macaron to taste while his other hand investigates the other device. )

You don't say...

( That Navia is unpredictable sometimes, not that he's complaining. He wipes off crumbs off his lips before taking another macaron whole, stuffing his mouth. )

What a birthday. Thanks. The macarons are delicious as always. And this other thing, how do I know it works once I turn it on?

( These devices are rarely advertised because of the implications and lewdness. People either know where to buy them or they don't. )

[buttercream]

How many of them have you eaten already?

As for the device... Visual feedback, perhaps?

[ And she sends through a photo, showing her comfortably lounging back on her bed in his favorite of her lingerie sets. ]

Photographs are certainly easier to send, but if you are alone, monsieur, I am unopposed to video.

[wooow]

( Forget macaron talk the moment he receives sepia perfection in the form of Navia. Warm lighting always suits her, especially on the shine of her hair, curvature and softness. He almost chokes on his tea. )

i'm alone.

( With that, he presses one of lower power buttons. )

[buttercream]

Then give me just a moment and I'lwsgimopdlv

[ It's unfortunate, perhaps, that he misses the first hitch of her breath as her half of the toy comes to life inside her. But he'll be rewarded at least with the press of her teeth into her lower lip as she starts up a video call. ]

[wooow]

( Truly better than pictures. Where their business don't mix, they surely clash better than ever in other ways. It's really too bad he's not the one inside her instead, but this will do. How can she always seem so innocent and dainty yet greet his sight with that face, so strained with a sudden spike of pleasure? A shock runs through his cock. )

Greetings, Navia. Are you gonna sing me happy birthday?

[buttercream]

[ He looks good, especially for someone who claimed to be surprised at the word "handsome". Navia smiles, although it's certainly strained with the suddenness of the pleasure, and then she swallows against the sudden dryness of her mouth.

Sing?

He's clearly joking, but she can't quite help herself. ]

Happy birthday to you~

[wooow]

( As opposed to the goddess of Spina Di Rosula? He's just a bag of scars and blood. He doesn't expect her to attempt her voice at the silly idea, so he laughs under his breath. The phone is slightly unsteady when he pushes for another level of potency in her. )

And how's that?

[buttercream]

Happy birfffmm—

[ Navia's singing ends as quickly as it started, the second line turning quickly into a gasped out moan as he adjusts the level of the toy; her back arches, and it takes her a moment to pull herself together enough to offer an accusatory look to the camera, breath a little short as she laughs. ]

Your Grace, it's— mm, a little hard to sing like this.

[wooow]

( It's his kind of way to celebrate, having someone's pleasure - especially Navia's - literally under his fingertips. He can only imagine how much the toy presses right where it matters, deep inside her. He swallows the idea that is then released with a sigh and an airy laugh of his own. )

All that matters is you tried. You'll get another chance next year, for now, do you think you can take it a step further?

[buttercream]

[ She can see the hints of Wriothesley's interest and pleasure playing out across his face, and it makes her smile slightly to herself, even as her hips lift a little against the toy, and she's quickly finding herself shorter of breath, brows lifting at his question. ]

Take what a step further? [ Oh, she knows exactly what she means. But she can't resist the tease anyway, another soft laugh on her tongue. ] Should I keep singing?

[wooow]

( Only she can truly tease him in a way that makes the hairs on his nape rouse with a shiver. The phone is still not entirely still on his end, not when he's steadily stroking a hardening erection. Not too hard, not too easy. )

Whatever you want, if you can handle it.

( If she wanted to sing and break out calling his name, she can. He revs up the device's intensity again. )

Is this really working? I can't tell.

[buttercream]

Of course it's working, monsieur; do you not—

[ Once again, Navia's sentence is torn in two, replaced by a sharp moan, her own device trembling in her hand and nearly falling as her body arches again, a borderline accusatory glance leveled at the screen. ]

You are a cruel man, Your Grace. [ She pauses, eyeing him through the screen, considering the shake of his own camera— but if he is, he is far more subtle than she, canting her hips off the bed with whined moans shivering out between each labored gasp for breath. ] You know very well what you are doing to me.

[wooow]

( He tries to be. It would be quite simple gazing at the beauty in pictures, spread or otherwise, and filling his mind with scenarios for a quickie. This is better, of course, and he has to release his cock so he can play around with the different options on the remote, controlling her from afar each time she squirms. It must be buzzing just where she likes it if she's breaking out the moans like that. )

I think I'm not doing enough, honestly. My mouth could be on more important places. Imagine how much better that would feel, no?

( The blade of his tongue against her nipple, languid and tastefully. Or on her lips, catching every moan. His eyes shut for a second and he breathes in deep. His hand smears the pearling at the tip, squelching as his stroking becomes more labored. )

[buttercream]

[ Wriothesley's words are perhaps even better than the feeling shuddering constantly through her body; in an instant, she's granted the most delightful mental images, strong enough that she can almost feel the sensation of his mouth on her body, his tongue teasing her as she goes to pieces underneath him.

And then follows his sharp breath in, the faint wet sound of his shifting hand, and Navia's eyes flutter, an answering sound on her own lips as she reaches her free hand to pinch and rub at a nipple through the lace of her lingerie, her tongue stroking over her lower lip as she struggles to form the words against the thrum and her imagination combined. ]

Mm. I am regretting very much that I couldn't be there in person, Your Grace— I could certainly be putting my mouth to better use too. Celebrate your birthday properly—

[wooow]

Mm. Toys can only do so much...

( His voice is stern and breathless. He, too, regrets how impossible it can be making plans down here. His gaze is intent on her lips and the appearance of her tongue. If only the camera could show more of her - everything. The way she speaks of his title and addresses him hits differently when she's so busy touching herself; he presses another button on the device. A reward for her thoughtfulness in gifting him with the control to begin with.

He strokes himself faster when he thinks of her working her mouth on him, or having dainty lips dripping with his cum. He can't stand how much need he's in. )

...Fuck.