[Rufus Shinra wouldn't let just anyone touch his hair, would make certain anyone afforded the privilege was well aware of the rare opportunity it was. But he's not quite Rufus Shinra right now, even maskless, and the fact of the matter is he likes the feeling of fingers carding through the strands — odd affection he's almost never received from anyone, living or dead. It's charming, though, how she's grasping for some sliver of agency in her own pleasure now that he's affording her enough of an opportunity to try for it; though he's very overtly the one setting the pace, he doesn't resist much should she try to pull his head here or there to get his tongue in the places it feels best.]
Mmmmm.
[She's so slick and so soft, and notwithstanding all the other more despicable pursuits he's ever committed his mouth to advancing, he's undeniably skilled at this one. The undulations of his tongue are less aggressive than the pace of his fingers had been, more focused on stirring up sensation than overwhelming her with arousal — understandably so, when she's fresh off one orgasm and likely overstimulated for it.
But he's a delicate touch, both with the heel of his hand pressed against the bulge in his trousers and with the way his tongue circles and flicks at her clit, the way it parts her folds and dips down to test at her hole before flattening again for a lengthy lick back up again.
When he comes up for air, it's brief, and as much to get a word in edgewise as to refill his lungs for the next pass.]
Too much?
[He chuckles, more on the side of teasing than of taunting, but she does seem to like it when he talks to her with that edge of dark filth, so —]
Should I stop?
[The bastard.]
it's gonna be so beautifully disastrous, i can't wait
[ she doesn't so much as guides him with her tightening grip as she simply seeks something to latch onto, to keep her steady when her knees are already threatening to give out, when her thighs are still quivering from her last orgasm and yet readily seeking the chase for another. there's also something plenty arousing in feeling the motion of his head against her hand, how she can follow its movements as he explores the tasting of her.
the pace is so drastically different that it's almost jarring, in a way that isn't unpleasant, not as it seems to strangely help in grounding her, when his explorative tongue wanders with a patience that's almost torturously slow, rounding her clit with an awareness of its sensitivity that doesn't lets her breathe while still stretching out that lasting pleasure that doesn't seem to rest.
and then he stops, so abruptly, while she's sounding out another moan, that she has to will herself to avoid opening her eyes on instinct. she even gives a persistent shake of her head, before realizing that he might not even be looking towards her. ]
Don't.
[ with the convenience of those strands of hairs caught between her fingers, she briefly holds him as she blindly curves her hips forward, until she can feel the lips of her cunt teasing against the lips of his mouth, just the slightest flutter of contact as that damp pink skin smears its slick surface to the corner of his mouth and cheek. ]
Youβyou wanted to make me scream, didn't you? Make it so I can't forget, okay? [ her fingers loosen only so she can gently scrape the tip of his nails lightly to his scalp, thriving on these touches as her eyes remain shut, with honesty slipping from her lips with the boldness of this arousal. ] And ... and you won't either. Make me come so hard again that your tongue never forgets how I taste.
[And that's the first, most dangerous tell of his true identity — a favorite filler phrase of Rufus Shinra, spoken in the very same tone albeit with a significantly different context than his usual. Something she might think on later, perhaps; for the moment, he's humming his approval at the way her fingernails drag through his hair, alternating between pressing his mouth back against her and tilting aside to kiss at her thigh to keep her arousal holding at a plateau even while they exchange words.]
What a shame you can't scream my name. But I won't hold it against you.
[He noses at her thigh again, buying himself another moment to stretch and work his jaw in preparation, then ends her reprieve and returns to her cunt with renewed vigor; where before he'd tongued and teased, now he works his mouth firmly against her, paying lengthy attention to her clit as he sucks and laps at her.]
[ if there's any hints or crumbs sprinkled of the man's identity, tifa isn't in the midst of picking up on it, not while she isn't even seeking to find out who the man currently on the knees in front of her is, almost preferring that she not find out, since it means she stands a better chance of remaining a mystery herself. because she's not sure she ever wants to be found out, to be known for being this hungry for satisfaction, begging and pleading and moaning as shamelessly as she does now, basking in the luxury of anonymity.
though she does guiltily wish she could watch him, feeling the way he noses against her thigh as he paints momentary intermission kisses there, ticklish at the skin between the tight nets of her stockings. but it's all for the best, since she's not sure she could stare at him without instantly shying away at the way he buries his face to her cunt. ]
Is there ... something else you want me to call you?
[ or something else for her to shout in place of a name she doesn't wish to know. not that it matters since sounds will slip from her lips regardless. when his mouth returns, she's caught off guard by the increase in fervor, in the full devouring from lips and tongue. the leg atop his shoulder tightens, heel digging in at this back, as her hips respond to his mouth, writhing at the succulent attention to her clit.
as she keeps a hand clutched to his hair, the other rises to one of her free breasts, grabbing a palm full of the soft flesh and giving it firm squeeze as she pants soft moans again with each of her breaths. ]
[He could push his luck, perhaps. It wouldn't be the first he's demanded his partners call him one thing or another in bed, usually less for his own experience of hearing it and more for the thrill of getting them to say it. But that's more about the person he's provoking than it is about the words being said, and the thrill doesn't strike him as quite as potent when they're both anonymous.
Still, it's worth a moment's thought. Mostly because she sounds so pretty when she's panting and clinging to him like she'd fall if she didn't. Personalized appreciation has its allure, after all, particularly in a place like this.
And fortunately, there's an easy, natural code for them to fall back on, right close at hand.]
Wolf. Miss Bunny and Mister Wolf. [He rumbles a chuckle, low.] Since I'm enjoying your taste, and all.
[And eating her alive. That's certainly a part of it, too.]
[ in any other conversation, she would despise the metaphor, to shake with frustration at being seen as nothing more than prey against a predator, as if to highlight all of the weaknesses she's worked tirelessly to strengthen defenses in front of. but the costumes they wear here has certainly set their current roles into place, and there's no denial that it's him that's getting a full feast in eating her up, giving him plenty to lick up from between her legs.
annoying in other settings perhaps, but here β in tifa lockhart's place really is a bunny being made to bounce for the wolf that feeds so deliciously into her. the comparison regrettably turns her on more, index and thumb pinching tightly at her nipple. there's a satisfying freedom in pretending to be someone she's not β or to chase the cravings she's often too reserved to approach. difficult to say now. ]
Then ... eat me up, Mister Wolf. [ her back arches, hips rolling forward as her fingernails scrape lightly along the back of his head. her own cheeks flare red, bright with the lust that aligns with those animalistic desires of her own suit, made all the more appropriate with the assigned names of their game, emboldening her words to play along. ] Make β make this bunny come with your hungry mouth.
[He laughs again, and not unkindly; he's hardly about to complain at her willingness to play along, much less the way she's taken to pleasuring herself right along with his efforts. It certainly warrants a quick, appraising glance up to enjoy the view. It makes him wonder, idly, how much wetter he could make her from replacing her fingers on her breast with his own. She must be sensitive, to like it so much. He could bite them sore and then find her tomorrow just by looking for a pretty dark-haired woman squirming about from the chafing of her own clothes.
Now isn't that an attractive thought. Not particularly anonymous, but attractive — and worth contemplating when it was he'd gotten so concerned with his own ability to find her again. That would imply wanting to have this again, or more —
And so what if he does? She'd look just as lovely bouncing like a bunny on his cock.]
Heh. Then don't forget to scream for me, Miss Bunny —
[And since it'd be a little unwieldy to try to get a hand up and play with her breasts while he resumes his work, he opts instead to fit his fingers back up against her, first to hold her wide open while he runs his tongue the whole length of her cunt, and then to sneak back and press up into her again while he focuses the attentions of his mouth onto her clit.
His fingers slide so easily into her, loose and soaking wet as she is; he crooks them into a come-hither gesture once her walls are wrapped snugly around them, looking for the spot inside of her that will set her off at the same time he's stimulating her outside as well.]
[ it's a silly little game of playing pretend and she wonders if she might regret getting herself so tied up in it, if tomorrow comes and she'll feel the weight of shame for venturing somewhere so indecent, that she'd let herself be touched in a place so exposed, that she craved so hungrily to come over and over for a man whose name or face she doesn't even know.
but tomorrow is tomorrow, and right now, tifa remains in a swirl of suit-compelled lust, panting lewdly like an animal in heat, the animal that she seems to be with the ears upon her head and the wolf that eats greedily at her cunt like he truly might devour her for a meal.
with the inward slip of his fingers within her, returning to where they've seemed to find familiarity tonight, tifa gasps a sharper breath, as those digits thrust with such ease as if they belong there, taking her apart bit by bit. ]
Mmm, that'sβ! [ as his lips latch onto her clit, she tilts her head back, eyes half-lidded as she stares up into the ceiling, still keeping her gaze strayed away from her devoted provider of pleasure, clinging to the comfort of that lasting mystery, even as her mind races with the curiosity to know whose tongue does so well to such at that sensitive swollen bud, whose fingers curl to massage the depths of her cunt to guide her towards that peak.
another gasp with a sounding cry likely heard through the club. ]
Right thereβ I'm going to ... M-Mister Wolfβ! [ she calls out that false name with mewling whimper, as the climax takes command once more, hips squirming as she comes around his fingers for the second time tonight, even more slick against his knuckles than the first time, and leaving an equal mess against his lips and she rocks to feel that heightening excess of stimulation that begins to weaken her limbs where she stands. ]
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ok but the spiderman pointing after this is going to be so fucking funny
Mmmmm.
[She's so slick and so soft, and notwithstanding all the other more despicable pursuits he's ever committed his mouth to advancing, he's undeniably skilled at this one. The undulations of his tongue are less aggressive than the pace of his fingers had been, more focused on stirring up sensation than overwhelming her with arousal — understandably so, when she's fresh off one orgasm and likely overstimulated for it.
But he's a delicate touch, both with the heel of his hand pressed against the bulge in his trousers and with the way his tongue circles and flicks at her clit, the way it parts her folds and dips down to test at her hole before flattening again for a lengthy lick back up again.
When he comes up for air, it's brief, and as much to get a word in edgewise as to refill his lungs for the next pass.]
Too much?
[He chuckles, more on the side of teasing than of taunting, but she does seem to like it when he talks to her with that edge of dark filth, so —]
Should I stop?
[The bastard.]
it's gonna be so beautifully disastrous, i can't wait
the pace is so drastically different that it's almost jarring, in a way that isn't unpleasant, not as it seems to strangely help in grounding her, when his explorative tongue wanders with a patience that's almost torturously slow, rounding her clit with an awareness of its sensitivity that doesn't lets her breathe while still stretching out that lasting pleasure that doesn't seem to rest.
and then he stops, so abruptly, while she's sounding out another moan, that she has to will herself to avoid opening her eyes on instinct. she even gives a persistent shake of her head, before realizing that he might not even be looking towards her. ]
Don't.
[ with the convenience of those strands of hairs caught between her fingers, she briefly holds him as she blindly curves her hips forward, until she can feel the lips of her cunt teasing against the lips of his mouth, just the slightest flutter of contact as that damp pink skin smears its slick surface to the corner of his mouth and cheek. ]
Youβyou wanted to make me scream, didn't you? Make it so I can't forget, okay? [ her fingers loosen only so she can gently scrape the tip of his nails lightly to his scalp, thriving on these touches as her eyes remain shut, with honesty slipping from her lips with the boldness of this arousal. ] And ... and you won't either. Make me come so hard again that your tongue never forgets how I taste.
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[And that's the first, most dangerous tell of his true identity — a favorite filler phrase of Rufus Shinra, spoken in the very same tone albeit with a significantly different context than his usual. Something she might think on later, perhaps; for the moment, he's humming his approval at the way her fingernails drag through his hair, alternating between pressing his mouth back against her and tilting aside to kiss at her thigh to keep her arousal holding at a plateau even while they exchange words.]
What a shame you can't scream my name. But I won't hold it against you.
[He noses at her thigh again, buying himself another moment to stretch and work his jaw in preparation, then ends her reprieve and returns to her cunt with renewed vigor; where before he'd tongued and teased, now he works his mouth firmly against her, paying lengthy attention to her clit as he sucks and laps at her.]
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though she does guiltily wish she could watch him, feeling the way he noses against her thigh as he paints momentary intermission kisses there, ticklish at the skin between the tight nets of her stockings. but it's all for the best, since she's not sure she could stare at him without instantly shying away at the way he buries his face to her cunt. ]
Is there ... something else you want me to call you?
[ or something else for her to shout in place of a name she doesn't wish to know. not that it matters since sounds will slip from her lips regardless. when his mouth returns, she's caught off guard by the increase in fervor, in the full devouring from lips and tongue. the leg atop his shoulder tightens, heel digging in at this back, as her hips respond to his mouth, writhing at the succulent attention to her clit.
as she keeps a hand clutched to his hair, the other rises to one of her free breasts, grabbing a palm full of the soft flesh and giving it firm squeeze as she pants soft moans again with each of her breaths. ]
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Still, it's worth a moment's thought. Mostly because she sounds so pretty when she's panting and clinging to him like she'd fall if she didn't. Personalized appreciation has its allure, after all, particularly in a place like this.
And fortunately, there's an easy, natural code for them to fall back on, right close at hand.]
Wolf. Miss Bunny and Mister Wolf. [He rumbles a chuckle, low.] Since I'm enjoying your taste, and all.
[And eating her alive. That's certainly a part of it, too.]
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annoying in other settings perhaps, but here β in tifa lockhart's place really is a bunny being made to bounce for the wolf that feeds so deliciously into her. the comparison regrettably turns her on more, index and thumb pinching tightly at her nipple. there's a satisfying freedom in pretending to be someone she's not β or to chase the cravings she's often too reserved to approach. difficult to say now. ]
Then ... eat me up, Mister Wolf. [ her back arches, hips rolling forward as her fingernails scrape lightly along the back of his head. her own cheeks flare red, bright with the lust that aligns with those animalistic desires of her own suit, made all the more appropriate with the assigned names of their game, emboldening her words to play along. ] Make β make this bunny come with your hungry mouth.
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Now isn't that an attractive thought. Not particularly anonymous, but attractive — and worth contemplating when it was he'd gotten so concerned with his own ability to find her again. That would imply wanting to have this again, or more —
And so what if he does? She'd look just as lovely bouncing like a bunny on his cock.]
Heh. Then don't forget to scream for me, Miss Bunny —
[And since it'd be a little unwieldy to try to get a hand up and play with her breasts while he resumes his work, he opts instead to fit his fingers back up against her, first to hold her wide open while he runs his tongue the whole length of her cunt, and then to sneak back and press up into her again while he focuses the attentions of his mouth onto her clit.
His fingers slide so easily into her, loose and soaking wet as she is; he crooks them into a come-hither gesture once her walls are wrapped snugly around them, looking for the spot inside of her that will set her off at the same time he's stimulating her outside as well.]
forgive me for how ridiculously late this is ;;
but tomorrow is tomorrow, and right now, tifa remains in a swirl of suit-compelled lust, panting lewdly like an animal in heat, the animal that she seems to be with the ears upon her head and the wolf that eats greedily at her cunt like he truly might devour her for a meal.
with the inward slip of his fingers within her, returning to where they've seemed to find familiarity tonight, tifa gasps a sharper breath, as those digits thrust with such ease as if they belong there, taking her apart bit by bit. ]
Mmm, that'sβ! [ as his lips latch onto her clit, she tilts her head back, eyes half-lidded as she stares up into the ceiling, still keeping her gaze strayed away from her devoted provider of pleasure, clinging to the comfort of that lasting mystery, even as her mind races with the curiosity to know whose tongue does so well to such at that sensitive swollen bud, whose fingers curl to massage the depths of her cunt to guide her towards that peak.
another gasp with a sounding cry likely heard through the club. ]
Right thereβ I'm going to ... M-Mister Wolfβ! [ she calls out that false name with mewling whimper, as the climax takes command once more, hips squirming as she comes around his fingers for the second time tonight, even more slick against his knuckles than the first time, and leaving an equal mess against his lips and she rocks to feel that heightening excess of stimulation that begins to weaken her limbs where she stands. ]