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[omnicrafter]

[Being completely covered by him is always nice, but she's always eager to give back somehow. Struck with a sudden, irresistible urge to bite, Irhya lifts her back and crosses the short distance to drag the flats of her teeth gently along his shoulder, using her remaining hand to pleasure herself. One knee pushes at his waist, coming just short of wrapping her whole leg around it and changing the pressure on her pelvic floor as they move.]

[emet_sulk]

[ He sucks in a sharp breath. ] Harder, [ he groans. ]

[ His shoulders begin to ache from the weight he's placing on them as he thrusts into her. It's unspeakably uncomfortable having to fuck on this unforgiving rock and that dampens some of the enjoyment of it. But if he shuts his eyes and listens to the way she breathes, focuses on the way she moves, he can conjure up whatever fantasy he likes. ]

[omnicrafter]

Ah--

[What started as a light nip turns into a fully-fledged bite as she sinks teeth into his skin, moving towards his throat. Her breath can be felt on the bruise afterward, coming quick and hot. One of her hands finds his and attempts to slip under his palm with her fingers, trying to weave them together with his.]

Don't stop...

[emet_sulk]

[ His fingers curl around hers, gripping tightly. He bucks harder for the bite, muffling his gasp against her shoulder. She feels so warm, so tight as she flexes into and against him. It's almost like the time she once ordered him to rut without coming into her, except there is no magical geas to stop him now. ]

Irhya...

[ He's completely forgotten about where they are. All that matters is her pleasure - and his own. ]

[omnicrafter]

[She makes a sincere, heartfelt sound when he calls her name, the thrill starting to build. Her back is starting to hurt, one particular point jutting up into her quite noticeably, but it's easy to lose track of it when he's going at it in such earnest. So much so that she wonders, somewhere beyond herself, if it's more for her or for himself that he does this.

It is a comfort, though, to be covered and filled by him, and so she flexes once more, letting out a harsh breath as she does.]

Haah--

[Just a little closer...]

[emet_sulk]

[ Past the discomfort, past the strain in his calves and niggling pain of his knee, his climax builds quickly. He runs his lips blindly over her skin, panting with each exertion. ]

Ah-- ahh--!

[ He releases with a shudder, her name on his lips. Pleasure washes over him in warm waves, allowing him to briefly forget the chilly sea air blowing over his back. ]

[omnicrafter]

[The pads of her fingers drag at his back as the pleasure builds to a tipping point, pulling his body to hers with as much force as she can manage. It seldom takes much more than the sensation of him losing it to drive her over the edge as well, and this time is no exception; as her muscles convulse around him, legs lifted delicately and back arched upward.

In the last gasps of her orgasm, she is shaking. A combination of the cold, the strain, and something else, she's sure.]

Hades...

[emet_sulk]

[ He lifts his head to meet her eyes, chest heaving with similar exertion. Leaning down, he kisses her gently before he speaks, forcing his shaky legs to remain firm. ]

Irhya... I love you. I have for a while, I think.

[omnicrafter]

Ah...

[Though it's hard to say if she can flush any more than she already is, Irhya smiles up at him, bending up and wrapping her arms around him.]

Sometimes, that's all I ever want to hear. I love you, too.

[emet_sulk]

[ A faint smile curves his lips. Bowing his head, he lets himself feel - perhaps for the first time in forever - a small measure of happiness. A dangerous, fleeting emotion he has felt many times before and dares not hope for more.

It is in moments like these that life feels worth living. ]