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Good. Me too. (maybe even now if he wanted to. zatanna trails her hand along his chest, tracing abstract shapes. really just laying here with him is nice.)

[Nice and he’s enjoying the time together. He nuzzles at her cheek and then kisses her, long and steady.]

(she slots readily against him, kissing him back with matching temperament. the hand at his chest slips around aemond's back and zatanna hooks one leg over him as though they aren't close enough. lips slant together, tender and affectionate.)

[This is more what he had imagined his first time to be like, when he bothered to think about it. They may not know each other all that well, but it feels organic. It feels right.

He pulls her closer still, hands palming up and down her back. No doubt she can tell he’s ready again, with him pressing his hips against hers.]

(oh hello. it's not all that surprising given his youth that he'd rebound fairly quickly. zatanna smiles against his lips, devouring her touch along his back and down across his hip to eventually take him in her hand. maybe since they've gotten the immediate lust satiated for the time being, they can take their time a little. she strokes him lazily as they kiss and even when she pauses for a breath.)

Do you like it? When I touch you?

[He sighs as she touches him and nods between kisses.]

Very much. Keep going.

(of course she will comply, sucking in his bottom lip and nipping lighting with her teeth. the way zatanna strokes him is somewhat experimental; not in that she is unsure of what she's doing. more so she is searching for just the right angle and pressure and speed that might make his breath hitch.)

Will you tell me? If there's something that really feels good? (zee hums at the corner of his mouth, that charming spot that so often is quirked into a smirk.)

[His breath does hitch when she does that, and he offers a slight moan against her mouth.]

This feels good. Very good.

Good, (she smiles, nipping at his lip again and she adjusts her pace just a little---something faster. he's like iron in her hand and she can't help but start thinking about riding him like a fine thoroughbred into oblivion.)

What do you think about me using my mouth, Aemond? (she purrs, wanting to hear more of those uncontrolled sounds from him.)

[His hips gently rock against her hand as he grips her waist, needing something to hold on to. Kisses are coming fast as well, quick and fiery.

At the thought of her mouth on him a whimper escapes him,]

Please.

(zatanna nods, stealing one more kiss before descending, pressing her hand to his shoulder to coax aemond onto his back. she takes her time with the drag of her lips down the hollow of his throat, kissing across his chest and nipping here and there. down, down his abdomen until she is able to settle between his legs with his proud cock standing at attention in front of her.

not wanting to torture him too much, zee leans in, gripping him at the base with one hand and the other resting lightly at his hip. glancing up with doeish eyes, making sure he's watching, she licks a long stripe with the flat of her tongue up the shaft...and then she takes him into her mouth.)

[It’s all torture, a delicious pain mixed with pleasure. She moves steadily, though he can hardly wait for her to take him. Resting on his back he strokes her cheek before she lowers herself, then rests his hand in her hair.

He’s mesmerized watching her and when her tongue tastes him, he almost jumps out of his skin. It feels better than he imagined.]

Gods, Zee.

(the jolt isn't unexpected and she smiles to herself as aemond's fingers thread through her dark curls. not to overwhelm him too much, she experiments just as she had with her hand: the swirl of her tongue, playing with suction that hollows her cheeks. what she cannot quite fit, she strokes with her hand.

giving him pleasure like this...well, he deserves it. to carry the burdens upon his shoulders as he does? that and she really, really is liking being able to unravel a fraction of that stoicism.

as she works, zatanna occasionally glances up to study his expressions. she might even wink.)

[His expression is that of awe, mixed with a tiny bit of torture in that he can’t get enough. Groans grow louder as she experiments, urging her on, though he catches his breath every time her tongue swirls over him.

His hands become demanding. Not enough to hurt her, but he grasps at her locks as the sensations brought about by her mouth run through him.]

(she likes that look. a lot. almost as much as the sounds he can't quite restrain and the catch of his breath.

zee hums along his length, moaning a little herself as his hands twist into her hair. she works him just a little longer, moving her hand so she can attempt to swallow all of him---when she half-chokes she pulls away with a satisfying pop.)

God, I want you.

Zee.

[It’s barely a breath on his lips, but it is a reverent sound. And gods, he wants her, too.

He lifts her head, then directs her on her hands and knees.]

Just like that, my beautiful girl.

(the way he breaths her name sends a shiver along her spine; how could she possibly do anything but give him everything that he desires? zatanna shifts, moving as be directs until she is facing away from him, on her hands and knees and swaying her hips tantalizingly.)

[He rounds his hands over her buttocks, then secures them on her hips. Guiding himself inside her, he lets out a soft curse at just how good she feels. How she makes him feel. Then she starts stroking into her, steadily and evenly despite his overly aroused condition.]

(zee hisses in pleasure as he presses inside her again, blissfully, and sighs a curse. she’s quite slick from his earlier spill and her own renewed arousal making for an easy glide. she backs against him, rocking back and forth to meet his steady thrusts.)

[She is very ready for him and it's all he can do to not come again immediately. He's very focused on the task at hand, ignoring the sweat beading across his forehead. This has been quite a session and he means to end it properly.

He quickens the pace a little, the rocking of her hips urging him on. Just a few more thrusts and he'll let himself think about spilling inside her once more.]

(she gasps at the quickened pace and moans as she drops to one shoulder. reaching beneath her and between her legs, zee pleasures herself as aemond ruts into her. the obsence sounds of flesh against flesh mingles with curses and groans, praises for how good he feels, how good he is to her.)

[And with that, he's done for. A grunt, a thrust and he's emptying himself, tensing against her. He hopes she's well on her way to joining him through her own ministrations.]

(her eyes are screwed shut, rocking back against him even as she feels him tense, his blunt nails digging into the curve of her hips. a few seconds later zee is following after him with a cry of ecstasy and milks his cock for every drop he has left to give. her legs tremble, relying on his hold to keep her up.)

[His hold is strong; he won't let her falter just yet. She's still so wet and warm, he enjoys the feel of her for a few moments and then pulls out from her. Another minute and he's dragging her back onto the bed, holding her against him.]

That was quite something.

(aemond gets her back beside him. she's quite a mess with mussed hair, kiss-swollen lips, skin mottled with sweat, and the seed that sneaks out and down between her thighs. surely quite the picture of debauchery.)

I'm glad you enjoyed it.

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