(open | february log)

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Who: Ozymandias + you!
When: All month!
Where: Lots of places!
What: Open prompts for speed-dating quest/general + closed starters. Feel free to message me at rebreather or this journal if you'd like a closed starter!
Warnings: nsfw in caren's thread

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[Ozymandias allows their fingers to intertwine when her hand shifts. He has no reason or need to tease her for the action, not when he was the one to first seek out her hand. That sort of intimacy, it seems, has been there for a while now between the two of them and it is a natural, easy thing to do. It would perhaps be more alien and discomforting now for the two of them to be detached from one another.]

[As she takes more of Ozymandias' cock into her mouth, he begins running the fingers of his other hand through her hair in wordless praise.]

[showsnopiety]

[It's something she'll remember later-the sensation of their fingers intertwined as she tastes him. The stroking of her hair has her lean in, and nuzzle him-more cat-like then she meant to, pressing against his hand.

It was fine. She pulled back though, trying not to choke-or reveal one of her cat-like behaviors.

And to cover it up, she pressed forward again, establishing a slow rhythm. No need to rush. The fact they were doing this was enough.]

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[As she nuzzles at him and inadvertently creates her own motivation for establishing her rhythm, Ozymandias' breath hitches and his grip on her hand momentarily tightens. But he does not become impatient when she sets the pace slow. There is something equally enticing in allowing the exploration of their bodies be something a little more drawn out. He still, after all, possesses the desire to claim every inch of her skin for himself, to know every little spot that will leave her trembling and pleading. Why should she not be afforded the same?]

[He does not try to suppress anything. Soft sounds escape Ozymandias as her head bobs and her tongue pulses against him.]

[showsnopiety]

[His reaction, quiet as it is, is motivation. Motivation to please him, kneel for him and-of course-offer a slow, sweet torment, knowing once he gets his hands on her, she'll most likely melt under his touch.

She nearly did when he was touching her before.

Her thumb brushed over the top of his hand, greedy for touch.

It was a minute-two, even three-before she started to move in closer. Careful, so she wouldn't overdo it in her excitement, and be able to deep throat him for more then a second. It took a few tries, taking more and more of him into her mouth until she was able to take him in completely, her nose brushing against hair and skin.

Don't sneeze, don't sneeze...Caren peeked up at him, ears twitching. She thought he'd like it but...she wanted to see for herself.]

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[Her assumption is correct. The further she takes him in her mouth, the more Ozymandias needs to expend conscious thought to not buck his hips and thrust himself in further. By the time she manages to take him fully, Ozymandias' fingers have curled tight in her hair and she has him near-breathless. He's tense in trying to remain still for her.]

Caren...

[showsnopiety]

[She's pushing him. But his fingers in her hair like that...she squirmed, and had to close her eyes. Ah, it was tempting just to stay like this and make him growl but-

Slowly, she pulled back, as much as she could with his hand buried in her locks.]

What do you want...?

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[Caren pulls back and it is simultaneously the greatest and worst thing she could have possibly done. His grip is able to loosen somewhat on her hair and once her mouth is off him, that need to move is able to quieten considerably. But to be left only with the heat of her breath as she speaks after that is frustrating, too; the action is met with a groan.]

[And so, it ends up being one piece of relief exchanged for another desire. He does not answer her question immediately, instead pressing upon her this very fact.]

You're being exceptionally cruel.

[showsnopiety]

[To that, she just. Smiled up at him.

And slowly dragged her drag against him, before pulling back again.]

Is that your way of telling me to stop, or that you need more?

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[Ozymandias' next breath is so sharp, it's more hiss than anything else as she continues to tease him. While not unheard of necessarily, it is a very rare thing for Caren to have this much of the upper-hand when it comes to teasing, and she's clearly enjoying it.]

More...

[showsnopiety]

[Usually she's the one that grows all flustered and breathless first. It was good to see him be the flustered on for once.]

I thought so.

[She leaned in, offering him a nuzzle.]

You have my permission to move, if that's what you need.

[Gently, she took his hands, and laid them on her head.]

Here.

[And with That, she slowly took him back into her mouth.]

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6,000 years later!!