( 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. )
( 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. )
[ 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. ]
( 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?
[ 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. ]
( 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. )
[ 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.
( 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?
[ 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?
( 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. )
[ 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.
( 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. )
[ 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—
( 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. )
[ The sound of his voice, as flinty and sharp as it is wanting for breath, sends the most delighted shudder down her spine, only for her to gasp out in her own pleasure, body almost jackknifing in the way her back and hips arch against the toy pressed deep into her. Her hand drops from her chest to pull at the bedcovers instead, seeking something to anchor herself against as her hips rock up into the pleasure.
And then Wriothesley curses, and Navia moans again, the sound of his voice low and delightful in her ears. She should be there with him, kneeling between his legs, letting him take her mouth, her cunt, whatever he wants—
She takes in a deep, shaky breath. ]
If— mm, if I were to go out into the streets like this right now... do you think they would arrest me?
( Nothing pains him more than releasing his cock from a very stronghold, beading and sleek just for her. Veins are tight along it and his entire core feels like it's on fire. Her sounds are pristine to his ears, filling up the high ceilings as they pour from the speaker. It's his birthday, right? Nothing is actually stopping him from visiting her. It's less suspicious than her suddenly showing up. )
What, you think getting fucked is worth a sentence? Cause I guarantee it's not.
Do you want me there, Navia?
( He inhales a steady breath and the camera is no longer shaky. Still, his features seem rigid. )
[ Is getting fucked worth a sentence? No. But the chance to be with him each and every day just might be, even if it meant she needed to follow the rules and regulations of the prison like anyone else. Her brain is clouded by lust right now, but the frustration of being apart all the time is real.
It's enough that there's no hesitation at all when he asks the next question, even as his camera stills, giving her a hint of an indication that he's stopped touching himself to the sight of her
(but only a hint, because her own camera continues to tremble in her hand as she writhes under the never-ending pleasure of the contraption inside her)
and Navia nods, her breath shallow as she pants out her agreement, eyes lazy and half-lidded as she seeks his gaze through the camera's lens. ]
( He's half teasing, seeing how much fun she's having by herself still. Good thing he's in charge of the device because he ends up turning it off and gets an idea to up the potency the closer he is to her. She'll figure it out. Many others seek her attention and frankly, he kind of likes watching them fail. It's not like she belongs to him per se. Except tonight. )
I'll see you soon.
( The screen goes dark soon after.
But soon becomes synonymous with a two-hour mark. His balls could burst. All he thinks about the entire trip is how she'll be greeting him. Or if she'll keep the toy inside her the whole time. The last case they worked on sparked something between them he can't exactly put out, and as long as she lets him stand by the warmth of it, he'll keep coming back.
He clicks the remote when he's walking down the slant into the underground. On, off, on, off. Then he forgets it entirely when he's at her door, knocking loudly out of habit. It's the sound many hear before they're escorted away from the surface and into a new life. )
[ His tease is met with a laugh, although the sound is certainly strained by the pleasure in her voice. Still, she hangs up when he does and sits up to try and reduce some of the pressure on her body. Blessedly, the pulsing stops in the moments that follow, and she's able to stand up, able to smooth out the wrinkles and creases she's worked into the lingerie she's wearing, able to move around her quarters to tidy up a little, able even to throw on a robe so that she can show her face around the Fleuve Cendre and ask some of her people to have food and drinks brought to her door later in the evening.
She's only just made it back when the toy pulses back on; the seat she takes on her bed is much heavier than she intends as she bites back a soft, stunned moan. The sound has barely made it from her mouth when the vibration stops— and then starts again—
(The word she utters under her breath is one that has no place being on a lady's lips.)
—and after a few repeats of that comes the knock on her door, Navia pulling it open as she stands on legs that are trembling all over again, the robe still wrapped demurely around her body so that any nosy onlookers aren't greeted with the sight of the Spina di Rosula boss greeting their guest in naught but her underwear. ]
Your Grace, it's a pleasure to see you in person.
[ Her tone is surprisingly even as she steps aside to usher him in. ]
( A couple of familiar gazes take notice of him making his way to her home. He has escorted a few people out of here under less desirable circumstances. Although it wouldn't be unusual for him to end up meeting with Navia, either. He shoves the remote in his pocket, adjusts his tie and cuffs while impatiently awaiting her on the other side. )
Navia, fancy seeing you.
( Her fragrance is like an immediate punch the moment he enters and the door locks behind them. Everything is tidy and cozy, and her robe is about as ravishing as it would be through a screen. He'll behave for now, he'll let her get in a few words.
He's a good dog, after all. Edged to the bitter ends of the stars just to land in the arms of her mercy. That is, until he isn't. He shrugs off the heavy jacket and tosses it somewhere on a chair, grabbing her close until they're mouth to mouth and against one of her walls. Her lips taste delightful, warm and rosy. He bites down on it and tugs, finding his fingers around the robe so he can untie it. )
[ She chuckles at the words he chooses, as if it's a surprise to see her here; before she can even make a smart comment, though, she finds him bearing down on her, her back against the wall. His scent is one she's missed, the full richness of tea muddled with musk and metal and ocean water, and she smiles into the first press of his lips. Her arms wind around his broad shoulders, fingers tangling in his hair to draw him close, answering his kiss as his fingers seek the ties of her robe. ]
Mm, we might have to agree to disagree, [ she purrs, shifting against him and coiling one leg around the back of one of his, giving her the space and leverage to grind her hips up against his, hissing under her breath at the way each movement makes the toy shift inside her like a reminder of what's to come. ] Lest we spend the whole day arguing about it.
[ Not that an argument wouldn't be fun in its own way, of course, with the way that Wriothesley sets her alight, iced blue eyes that make her want to melt to him and turn even the most passionate of disagreements into kisses and touches. ]
( It's impossible to avoid the saline air inside the Fortress, embedded in rust down to every fiber of clothing. He easily melts to her touch just like it, eager to seep under her skin and into her. His nerves are roused while her fingers rake through his hair. If this is what it means to argue then he'll sit and be her personal contrarian. Tangling limbs and exchanging words into their mouths, leaving all their sinful wishes to speak for themselves.
He'll still wring her patience one way or another for his amusement, slowly rolling off the robe from her shoulders so it ribbons down below their feet. )
Really? Let's see, we might figure this out with a little something I received earlier.
( He holds onto the thickness of her thigh around him while he fishes for the remote in his other pocket, flicking it on to a low setting. A pleasing, soft buzz resonates against his clothed groin pressed to hers. He starts buckling his pants while raking teeth down her neck, kissing and sucking. The fact she's been keeping the toy inside her all this time sends a shock down his spine. Only she has the true power of coaxing him out of his Fortress like this, and now he's getting miserably hard again. )
[ The robe slides off her shoulders and pools at their feet, and Navia idly twines it in her foot to kick it aside so they're not caught up in it later, although most of her attention is on the words he's murmuring into her lips between kisses, between the slow rocks of her hips into his; with eyebrows arching she breaks their kiss for a moment, sapphire eyes widening as a soft, urgent protest seizes her tongue: ]
Wriothesley don't you dare—
[ Her sentence is shattered by a low moan as the toy buzzes back to life, and Navia's head tilts back against the wall, allowing him the room to kiss his way down her neck as her hips arch again in mindless instinct, fingers tightening in his hair. For this moment at least, he has her on the ropes; it's all she can do to roll her hips into his body, moaning lowly at the burgeoning hardness she can feel as he unbuckles his pants.
( How does he not dare use his birthday gift? Just a few shifts to the side and their shadows might spell a show to anyone walking past her sweet adobe. He grinds their clothed parts hotly, marking her neck with a blast of bites and kisses. He likes putting her in impossible situations, especially when she also has fault in them. She longed for this and now she’s complaining? Cute. )
Or else?
( He rolls down his pants over the curve of his cock to free it from the constraints, then starts working off his vest and shrugging it off his shoulders with some work and violence behind it. Every vein trailing up to his happy trail is swelled along with him, throbbing for attention.
Lace looks good on her, he’ll figure out how to fuck her without it coming completely off. And he begins by sliding the fabric to the side using two fingers, purposefully grazing over her clit. )
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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. )
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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.
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i'm alone.
( With that, he presses one of lower power buttons. )
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[ 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. ]
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Greetings, Navia. Are you gonna sing me happy birthday?
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Sing?
He's clearly joking, but she can't quite help herself. ]
Happy birthday to you~
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And how's that?
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[ 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.
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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?
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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?
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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.
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[ 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.
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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. )
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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—
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( 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.
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And then Wriothesley curses, and Navia moans again, the sound of his voice low and delightful in her ears. She should be there with him, kneeling between his legs, letting him take her mouth, her cunt, whatever he wants—
She takes in a deep, shaky breath. ]
If— mm, if I were to go out into the streets like this right now... do you think they would arrest me?
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What, you think getting fucked is worth a sentence? Cause I guarantee it's not.
Do you want me there, Navia?
( He inhales a steady breath and the camera is no longer shaky. Still, his features seem rigid. )
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It's enough that there's no hesitation at all when he asks the next question, even as his camera stills, giving her a hint of an indication that he's stopped touching himself to the sight of her
(but only a hint, because her own camera continues to tremble in her hand as she writhes under the never-ending pleasure of the contraption inside her)
and Navia nods, her breath shallow as she pants out her agreement, eyes lazy and half-lidded as she seeks his gaze through the camera's lens. ]
Yes. Yes, I want you here.
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( He's half teasing, seeing how much fun she's having by herself still. Good thing he's in charge of the device because he ends up turning it off and gets an idea to up the potency the closer he is to her. She'll figure it out. Many others seek her attention and frankly, he kind of likes watching them fail. It's not like she belongs to him per se. Except tonight. )
I'll see you soon.
( The screen goes dark soon after.
But soon becomes synonymous with a two-hour mark. His balls could burst. All he thinks about the entire trip is how she'll be greeting him. Or if she'll keep the toy inside her the whole time. The last case they worked on sparked something between them he can't exactly put out, and as long as she lets him stand by the warmth of it, he'll keep coming back.
He clicks the remote when he's walking down the slant into the underground. On, off, on, off. Then he forgets it entirely when he's at her door, knocking loudly out of habit. It's the sound many hear before they're escorted away from the surface and into a new life. )
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She's only just made it back when the toy pulses back on; the seat she takes on her bed is much heavier than she intends as she bites back a soft, stunned moan. The sound has barely made it from her mouth when the vibration stops— and then starts again—
(The word she utters under her breath is one that has no place being on a lady's lips.)
—and after a few repeats of that comes the knock on her door, Navia pulling it open as she stands on legs that are trembling all over again, the robe still wrapped demurely around her body so that any nosy onlookers aren't greeted with the sight of the Spina di Rosula boss greeting their guest in naught but her underwear. ]
Your Grace, it's a pleasure to see you in person.
[ Her tone is surprisingly even as she steps aside to usher him in. ]
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Navia, fancy seeing you.
( Her fragrance is like an immediate punch the moment he enters and the door locks behind them. Everything is tidy and cozy, and her robe is about as ravishing as it would be through a screen. He'll behave for now, he'll let her get in a few words.
He's a good dog, after all. Edged to the bitter ends of the stars just to land in the arms of her mercy. That is, until he isn't. He shrugs off the heavy jacket and tosses it somewhere on a chair, grabbing her close until they're mouth to mouth and against one of her walls. Her lips taste delightful, warm and rosy. He bites down on it and tugs, finding his fingers around the robe so he can untie it. )
The pleasure is mine, though.
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Mm, we might have to agree to disagree, [ she purrs, shifting against him and coiling one leg around the back of one of his, giving her the space and leverage to grind her hips up against his, hissing under her breath at the way each movement makes the toy shift inside her like a reminder of what's to come. ] Lest we spend the whole day arguing about it.
[ Not that an argument wouldn't be fun in its own way, of course, with the way that Wriothesley sets her alight, iced blue eyes that make her want to melt to him and turn even the most passionate of disagreements into kisses and touches. ]
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He'll still wring her patience one way or another for his amusement, slowly rolling off the robe from her shoulders so it ribbons down below their feet. )
Really? Let's see, we might figure this out with a little something I received earlier.
( He holds onto the thickness of her thigh around him while he fishes for the remote in his other pocket, flicking it on to a low setting. A pleasing, soft buzz resonates against his clothed groin pressed to hers. He starts buckling his pants while raking teeth down her neck, kissing and sucking. The fact she's been keeping the toy inside her all this time sends a shock down his spine. Only she has the true power of coaxing him out of his Fortress like this, and now he's getting miserably hard again. )
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Wriothesley don't you dare—
[ Her sentence is shattered by a low moan as the toy buzzes back to life, and Navia's head tilts back against the wall, allowing him the room to kiss his way down her neck as her hips arch again in mindless instinct, fingers tightening in his hair. For this moment at least, he has her on the ropes; it's all she can do to roll her hips into his body, moaning lowly at the burgeoning hardness she can feel as he unbuckles his pants.
Ah, but she's been waiting for this. ]
You— monsieur, you are incorrigible—
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( How does he not dare use his birthday gift? Just a few shifts to the side and their shadows might spell a show to anyone walking past her sweet adobe. He grinds their clothed parts hotly, marking her neck with a blast of bites and kisses. He likes putting her in impossible situations, especially when she also has fault in them. She longed for this and now she’s complaining? Cute. )
Or else?
( He rolls down his pants over the curve of his cock to free it from the constraints, then starts working off his vest and shrugging it off his shoulders with some work and violence behind it. Every vein trailing up to his happy trail is swelled along with him, throbbing for attention.
Lace looks good on her, he’ll figure out how to fuck her without it coming completely off. And he begins by sliding the fabric to the side using two fingers, purposefully grazing over her clit. )
Navia, neighbors will hear you.
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