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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.

( 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. )

Is this really working? I can't tell.

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.

( 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—

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.

[ 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. ]

Yes. Yes, I want you here.

Hey, don't go and finish without me there.

( 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. )

The pleasure is mine, though.

[ 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.

Ah, but she's been waiting for this. ]

You— monsieur, you are incorrigible—

( 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.

[ He seeks a threat from her, but Navia's only answer is to laugh, a sweet sound marked more with pleasure than it is amusement. She could respond, could find something to say to admonish, to tease, but the toy is already thrumming inside her, an aching pleasure matched only by the promise of his cock throbbing between them, flushed and swollen with his pleasure. It would be so easy to just push the flimsy lace of her lingerie aside—

(something he's already doing, leaving her to gasp and moan on an arch of her hips as his thumb grazes deliberately over her clit)

—to crawl up over his front and just seat herself on him, let him take her against the wall where even the slightest of movements in the wrong direction might splay their shadows for all to see. Even now, he's warning her, telling her the neighbors will hear, and Navia answers by taking him into her hand, a slow stroke from base all the way to tip, fingers smearing across the pre and smudging it back into his skin on the downstroke that follows. She laughs, and her free hand grips at his jaw, drawing him up so that she might kiss him again, a playful— hungry— nudge of her mouth against his. ]

And if they do? [ Her voice is breathy with the same need that has her hips rolling in search of further touch from him, that has her fingers finding a slow rhythm over him, matching each stroke for a pulse of the toy inside her. ] I am a grown woman, Your Grace; no one should have any objections to me taking my pleasure as I see fit.

[ She smiles, teeth tugging at his lower lip. ]

So let them hear.

( This will be a curse in his heart. It has been ever since he first began pursuing her against all basic logic. Despite the spark burning between them, part of him is still safely distant. He enjoys the taste of her neck and mouth while their raw skin grinds after the buzz and heat. His lips stretch to a smile while she bites down and tugs. She’d be wrong to think only one can play this game. )

I was hoping you’d say that.

( His pants ease lower past the mound of his balls so he can align himself against her wetness. A jolt of pleasure crawls down through his core when she takes his girth and strokes down, tip raw and exposed — glistening with their combined fluids. This is exactly how he’ll have her— crucified to her living room walls for the world to hear moans. A breath halts on the back of his throat, and he lowers the top hem of her lace to free her breasts from it. God. They’re truly ravishing as the frame of the bodice pushes up against them, begging to cover them from exposure. Every pore burns with prickly heat so soon his shirt is also shrugged off. Every scar on his body presented just for her eyes alone. Maybe she will leave her mark on him permanently as well.

His cock slides up to lather her, darkening the fabric of the lace that has been wedged to the side. He made the right choice tonight and she always dresses to impress. He arches down to lap the expanse of his tongue over her nipple, sucking and kissing his way up her neck again. Blue eyes rolled up to meet hers full, craving everything about her. His thumb rolls over her sleek clit, pushing down her hood sinuously— he feels for the toy vibrating inside her, eager to replace it with himself. )

[ It's not the first time Navia has seen Wriothesley without a shirt— doubtlessly it won't be the last, either. As her fingers continue to work, delicate and teasing, over the hard swell of his arousal, her free hand lifts to his chest, mapping his scars the way she has other times before, tracing them from memory alone, a gentle acknowledgement in the midst of their passion of the things he's experienced, the stories he's lived.

Her breasts rise with a shaky gasp as they're freed, and again when his tongue laps rough over a nipple; Navia's rounded nails press momentarily into his chest, biting crescents into the skin, and the hand at his cock forms a proper circle around him, strokes slow and firm to answer his teasing ministrations. ]

Right now, Your Grace, I think I would say anything you wanted me to, if it means you continue what you're doing.

[ The admission emerges on a breathless chuckle, although the sound breaks into a moan in the next moment as his eyes meet hers, his thumb rolling over her clit and pressing, a pressure against the thrumming bliss of the toy, causing it to shift and her hips to stutter against him. ]

Oh, fuck.

[ The curse is uttered throatily into his dark hair, and the hand cupped around him draws him nearer to rub against her again, the pulsing slickness of his tip against the aching heat of her slit; her position doesn't allow her to easily remove the toy, but surely she can tempt him into doing that for the both of them as she rolls her wet against his. ]

( He grinds briskly against her palm, seeking her warmth and grip. She's familiar enough with his body at this stage. So when she rubs her fingers down certain parts, he feels a burn of cold pleasure shocks him through the core. His cock twitches for her and his mouth also lets her know true appreciation. Both hands now tend to her chest, she's just the perfect size for him to cup her entirely and still leave room for the flesh to mound between his fingers. He pushes down the fabric further, breathing hot on her neck before biting just below her earring. Her perfume hits every part of his brain. )

And I'd say something, but you make it really hard to think sometimes.

( Just how she likes him to be, no? Her personal tamed Wriothesley, fresh out of the Fortress on his birthday. He already had forgotten the whole purpose of tonight's arrangement. Now they both get to win.

He gets the cue from her pressing against him, the toy still vibrates in a way he feels it, too. He can taste it, even. Don't ask him how. Lift your leg, he whispers between kisses on the shell of her ear. So far he has been letting her play with his cock, but now he helps her align himself, tapping her clit with his bulbous head before rubbing up against it for the two to kiss. It's getting sloppy which means it's good. He sighs while glancing down at her and what's left of her bodice dressing her skin. She looks this way, unwrapped as if she's the actual birthday gift. But no, she's more than just that. His finger traces the fabric down her folds, prying at her gash. With his cock in the way, he can't see, but that's fine. Blue eyes flicker towards her while he pushes in a finger, rolling around the buzzing toy before pushing on it to slide out.

The entryway table will need some deep cleaning after this because he puts the toy thereafter he turns it off. Now he can't really fuck Navia without fucking with her first, can he? )

How many times did you cum before I arrived? Be honest.

Mm, I'm hardly the only one guilty of that.

[ Navia rolls her hips into his again, another chuckle— the sound breathless and moaned as his fingers cup and squeeze at her breasts, as his mouth breathes hot and bites into the skin of her neck. So easily he distracts her, her rough-around-the-edges wolf— and maybe he thinks that she likes him domesticated and broken in, but in her mind it's better this way. A tamed man is not the one she invited into her bed.

Although under certain circumstances, even the most headstrong can be tamed; at his bidding, she lifts her leg, and the nudge of his cockhead against her clit is met with another moan, a sound echoed in the next moment when a finger dips into her, teasing alongside the toy for a moment before it's finally, finally removed.

Archons, she can breathe again. The torment of the last few hours is over, and—

She blinks. Of all the unrepetant— ]

Mm.

[ She has a feeling she's going to regret this answer, but it is his birthday, and he did ask for honesty, so... Navia chuckles, skimming the fingers of one hand up and over his chest as the other strokes and rubs over his balls, biting her lip at the heaviness she finds under her touch. He's been pent up, waiting— perhaps she should feel a little more remorseful. ]

Once. [ It's an honest answer, just as he requested. ] You asked me to wait until you got here, and I tried, but... mm, when you got nearer, and started flicking it on and off, on and off... it was just a little too much for me. [ A soft kiss against the corner of his lips, another roll of her hips against his even as her hand trails once more up his cock. ] Will you forgive me?

( He can see the guilt seconds away, her tale-tale blinks are all he needs. It's honestly expected considering the amount of sensory overload her cunt received over this whole time, so he's not bothered. He smiles against her lips, turning his head so she's no longer just kissing the corners but so they fully graze as they speak. )

Tsk.

( Her truth only puts a smile on his face, every nerve burning with her hand caressing upwards against his sack and towards his underside. He pushes their bodies and takes her smaller wrist captive, aligning his cockhead between wet lips. The raw skins slide against one another purposely, fully intent on drawing out her pleasure even if he's just about to combust. His eyes close briefly when he pushes the head into her core, so unbearably hot and precise. The surge of pleasure has his mind momentarily empty, and he squeezes her wrist enough to leave his mark. )

We'll see, I haven't decided yet...

[ She makes a soft sound as her wrist is captured in his grip, breath catching and hips arching, a low groan against his mouth as he presses into her, hot and hard and everything she's needed since she first teased herself earlier today with the push of that toy into her aching cunt.

(And it's a sound just a little too loud for these four walls, no doubt hinting echoes to the outside that other inhabitants of the Fleuve Cendre may start to catch.)

From his smile, she knows he's not really annoyed— and honestly, she'd be confused if he were— but the squeeze of his fingers and the murmur of words is enough to send a thrill down her spine. ]

Tell me— [ It's gasped between stolen kisses, between presses of her teeth into his lower lip and soothing laps of her tongue, even as her one free hand slides down between them to curl at his hip, to hold him close as his raw skin joins hers with the most enjoyable sort of finality. ] —If you won't forgive me, what will happen?

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