[Nero looks genuinely dazed when she breaks away to ask a question he should really, really be thinking of. It is, alas, bouncing around in his head unconnected to anything, made irrelevant by thoughts of Kyrie, kissing Kyrie, and touching Kyrie, in that order.]
[She really, really hates that she has to ask this and break the mood, particularly when he looks so utterly adorable when he's befuddled like this, but Kyrie is mindful that Nero hasn't been living alone, and is even more mindful of who he's living with.]
[Nero grits his teeth, his gaze fading into the middle distance and briefly looking like it might burn a hole in the wall. You know, in all of his longing and wishing for family, he did not consider this aspect of it. And part of him honestly doesn't care (the horny part) but the rest of him knows if he and Vergil or Dante make eye contact tomorrow morning he's going to fucking die in a blazing inferno of humiliation.
So after a moment he turns, carefully depositing Kyrie on the bed.]
One sec please.
[He stands up and heads for the bedroom door, stepping out into the rest of the house for about 37 seconds.
Then he comes back, closing the door behind him, looking incredibly relieved.]
[Kyrie kneels up on the bed, mindfully trying to push down her eagerness as she waits for him to return. It would be too cruel for them to be reunited only for them to be kept apart by circumstance at the last moment.
So when Nero returns with relief painted all over his face, it spreads to Kyrie almost immediately as she jumps from the bed and rushes straight to him.]
Oh thank your grandfather.
[She is 100% teasing him and laughs accordingly as she jumps into his arms.]
[Nero starts taking his shirt off and is most of the way done with it before she leaps into his arms. The shirt remains dangling from one bicep as he catches her and tilts her into a princess carry, though he's making quite the face. Good-naturedly, at least.]
Euugh. He had nothing to do with it.
[He kisses her, then carries her back over to the bed to plop her down by the pillows, laughing under his breath.]
And you are not allowed to praise him anymore when we're-
[Kyrie can't stop laughing at his face, just as she had hoped. She kisses him back, refusing to let go of him as he drops her back onto the bed and tries to drag him down on top of her.]
Oh no, you're the only one I'm planning on praising tonight.
[Begone shirt, you have no place here. She tosses it away, over towards her discarded towel, and lets her palms rove over his torso as she shifts beneath him to get more comfortable.]
[Delivered confidently. Though if Kyrie praises Nero even slightly he will immediately crumble to pieces. If it's religiously, he will literally keel over and die.
Nero settles her out with her head on the pillows, kneeling over her. His bared chest is pretty much how she remembers it, the wounds from the Qliphoth incident long since healed. All his latest injuries came at Vergil's doing, while they were sparring... but thankfully, Nero's freshly healed from those, too. Thanks, Devil Trigger!
The one big difference, of course, is his right arm. Looking freakishly normal and ordinary, human skin, a hand just like the other. This will be the first time she's gotten a real decent look at his arm sans clothing, and sans the more familiar glowing mark of his demon arm.
He perches over her, taking a moment to admire her in that hoodie.]
You look so hot in my hoodie. [Put a little engine grease on there and he might actually start sweating.] I almost hate to take you out of it...
[Oddly enough, although she's used to seeing Nero in a state of considerable undress, this is only the second time she's seen him topless with a human arm. The first time was a long time ago but it was certainly memorable; she could probably pinpoint it to the point that she first started to see Nero as more than her dearest friend and the little boy she'd grown up with. It's not an unattractive sight in the slightest, but she's never found Nero's arm in its demonic state to be unattractive either. Strange, but beautiful in its own way.
Kyrie's hands travel deftly across the planes of his stomach, up to his chest and over his shoulders, touching as much as she can as if trying to memorise every inch of him. At the compliment about her in his hoodie, she smiles up at him with a slightly wicked gleam in her eye that very rarely emerges, and only ever in private moments like this. She bucks up to kiss him, a stolen peck of a kiss.]
You could always let me keep it on, but then you'd never get to see what's underneath.
[Teeeempting. She's really so sexy, swimming in his clothes the way she is. But he's not about to make that exchange when it's been months since the last time he even saw her, much less got to touch her.]
Another time, maybe. [He returns a grin, though nowhere near as wicked as hers.] You're like a present for me to unwrap.
[(Please rest assured that was as painful to write as it was to read.)
Sliding a hand behind her, he guides her to sit up and tugs at the sleeves of the hoodie to pull it up over her head.]
Ohoho. Stole my shirt too, did you? [She's even hotter in one of his big T shirts. He cannot resist kissing her, which does hamper his attempts to take that off her, too. As does his insistence on mumbling against her lips.] God, you're so cute...
[Lines like that really shouldn't make her laugh so much but she can't help it when he calls her a present.]
You are just the silliest-
[She's cut off with Nero pulling the hoodie up over her head; it's big enough that it doesn't even catch on her ears. The shirt is vast on her, the collar is so large that it's slipping off over her shoulder. She has no complaints about the kiss and mumbles against his lips:]
I'm just borrowing it, but if you want me to give it back...
[Oops there goes his shirt over her head, oh my. Completely bare except for her panties, she holds the t-shirt out to him with a smile with a pink flush spreading over her cheeks.]
[No matter how many times they do this, Nero always turns brilliantly pink whenever he sees Kyrie's body. This time is no exception. Though it is heartening that he can at least continue through his bashfulness now, not missing a beat as he takes the shirt from her and smirks.]
You can borrow it whenever you like.
[He leans down, kissing her boldly, one hand trailing fingers down her collarbone, down her chest, then cupping her breast. A deeply satisfied sigh escapes his throat, and he pulls away just enough to speak.]
Oh, baby, I missed these, too... [He's grinning when he kisses her again, letting both hands make themselves at home touching her breasts, her waist, her hips, and tracing a little trail around her navel. But now he's more pink than ever, and physically warm to the touch. Some things never change.]
[She smiles warmly, still blushing as she takes in the way he smiles at her and responds to her body.]
I'd return the favour but I don't think my clothes will fit you.
[Each time he goes to kiss her, Kyrie finds herself drawn to him like a magnet as she leans in and reciprocates. The contact is almost electric. She shivers delightedly as he touches her and arches in closer, as though she's attention starved and needy.
Even after all these years, she still yearns for his touch.
She murmurs softly at the back of her throat as he explores her body, refamiliarizing himself with her curves. She leans into him, her body feeling warm and flushed from the proximity of him and her growing excitement, and brushes her lips over his jaw up to his ear and giggles a little as he pronounces his appreciation for her breasts.]
I hope you're going to take care of them for me.
[She places her hand on his thigh and rubs along the rigid muscle, creeping higher. She whispers questioningly, promisingly into his ear:]
I'll try sometime. If it's clothes you don't like so much...
[Cracking stupid jokes as he plays with her breasts, and draws a trail down her throat and collarbone with his lips. The little needy movements she makes, the gasps and the quiet sighs, every single one of them reminds him of how much he's missed her. How did he ever survive this long without her?
He gives an enthusiastic "mmhmm" when she asks if he'll take care of her. And as for the reverse prospect... that's definitely a shiver that goes down his spine when she whispers in his ear.]
I might need to go and find some more, my options are limited...
[She tilts her head back, letting him have easier access to her throat as her eyes flutter closed. As lovely as it is to have the sensation of his lips against her skin and the strange new feeling of having two distinctly human hands on her body, there's a certain neglected part of her that craves more. She shifts slightly until she's able to straddle his lap, and settles herself with her legs astride his hips, moaning low as she finally brushes against him. They may still be clothed (barely) at the point of contact, but it doesn't make it any less electric when she rubs against his erection at last.]
I want you to tell me what you need.
[She knows what she needs but she's also very aware that he's the one who's been pining for her for seven months when it's only been two for her. As far as she's concerned, his needs outweigh hers... at least for now.]
[Muttered against her skin as though it occurred to him mid-thought. Fortunately, it doesn't seem to distract him very much. He pulls away only when Kyrie rolls atop him, replacing his hands on the curve of her waist. His teeth sink into his bottom lip as she grinds down, and with a roll of his hips he presses his hardening bulge up between her thighs.
He very nearly audibly says "fuck" as he groans. Alas, he only mouths it.]
I need... [He settles into a slow rhythm, grinding up against her. He also lets out a quiet laugh, now brilliantly pink from scalp to stomach.] To learn to talk dirty without goddamn dying...
[He spares a hand from her waist only so he can briefly, bashfully press his fist over his eyes. Then he lets it drop, an absolutely smitten look in his eyes as he gazes up at her. ]
I need to make love to you. All night. Until you're satisfied.
[As self-conscious as Nero is when it comes to swearing around her, at times like this Kyrie can’t help but take it as something of a compliment, a sign that his self-control is slipping in the best of ways.
Hers is hanging by a thread as it is as her world contracts to just the two of them, on this bed, wearing far, far too many clothes. She doesn’t need to shop for more, she’d quite happily never wear clothes again if it meant staying like this.
Cheeks flushed, lips swollen from kissing and panting softly, she pauses from riding him as he proclaims his intentions and just melts. It’s like falling in love with him all over again.
She nods emphatically.]
Yes-
[Her voice catches somewhere in her throat and she snatches another needy, hungry kiss from him, her hips moving on him again to punctuate how emphatically she approves of his needs.]
[He lifts his head, it could be described, aggressively to meet her hungry kisses. At the same time, he plants his feet on the bed to give him more leverage, grinding back up on her in a clumsy, greedy rhythm. Quickly he realizes it doesn't work, and refocuses to get them closer.
Lifting his hips, he tilts Kyrie forward, cupping her face through the kisses with one hand and sparing the other to tug at the waistband of his boxers. It's a bit of a struggle with physics, so determined is he not to move her or make her get off of him, but with a few bucks and wiggles he manages to inch them down until he can kick them off victoriously. There comes the usual extension of his blush all the way down to his stomach as Kyrie gets a glimpse at all of him, rock hard and aching for her.
Fortunately, it's mostly a physical reaction at this point. For him it's been nine months, man...]
[Kyrie meets his kisses eagerly, greedily, touch starved and desperate for everything he has to offer her. Unfortunately, the failed attempt at getting them closer only serves to knock her balance and she wobbles atop him, laughing against his lips until he tilts her forward and shifts their position. She cools her assault on his mouth when she realises what he's trying to do, trying to be helpful in whatever way she can.
Helpful would probably be stopping her attempts to kiss every inch of his mouth but she doesn't want to do that, she'll just restrict herself to sweet little nibbles and kisses as he concentrates on shedding his clothes. It's in her best interests not to distract him here.
Her very limited show of patience is rewarded as she glances down at Nero's completely bare body beneath her and it's safe to say that any residual cold she might have felt from her escapades in the mountains is completely banished at the sight of him straining for her to touch him.
Who is she to deny him?
Her touch is soft, careful and tender as she takes him in her hand and strokes him gently, eyes fixed on his face and his reaction as she does. No matter how many times they do this, how often she gets to touch him, she never gets tired of his response or the way he feels in her hand.]
I've missed touching you, feeling you like this...
[She trails her kisses to his neck, down to his shoulder. Her hips still astride him as she devotes her focus to moving her hand up and down along his length.]
[It occurs to Nero that this could be much, much easier now that he has four arms at his disposal. But uh... Kyrie's kind of had a big day already. He thinks the revelation of Nero's new... tricks can go ahead and wait for another time.
He wets his lips as she starts to stroke him, relaxing back against the bed so they can both indulge for a moment. Digging his shoulders back into the mattress stops him from wiggling too much, helps him resist grinding back against her hand out of sheer desire for more of her touch.]
I missed your eyes. And your smile. Your voice... and how warm you are...
[Nero's hands find her thighs, squeezing affectionately, working up and down to encourage her.]
[She writhes a little under the pressure on her thighs, sighing happily against his ear as she adjusts her grip to hold him a little firmer, a little more insistent.]
I miss waking up beside you. [A fact that is going to be remedied very soon!]
I can't be mad at you like that ever again, I can't bear not having you near me, I couldn't sleep knowing you were nearby and I wasn't holding you. Wasn't touching you... wasn't letting you touch me where I wanted you to touch me.
[Is that a hint? It might well be. She kisses his throat, then along his jaw back to his ear, and whispers bashfully:]
[He knows he entirely deserved the brunt of Kyrie's wrath... sneaking out of the hospital to go aid Dante's fight against Urizen was a big, stupid risk and didn't end up paying off anyway. He spent the whole month afterwards seething at his failure and knowing full and well he deserved Kyrie's anger... but also knowing that he had no choice but to go back and try again. He deserved it, but that doesn't mean it didn't fucking suck in every way imaginable.]
I'll never make you mad like that ever again. [Or at least, he'll try really, really hard not to. It hurt like hell, disappointing her that badly on top of everything else.] Guh-
[His thighs twitch at a particularly good stroke, and he turns his head to give her more room to kiss his throat. Laid out flat for her enjoyment... there's nowhere else he'd rather be.
With one exception, which Kyrie kindly mentions. Nero turns absolutely crimson, reaching to slide his fingers back through her hair, turning his face to whisper back to her.]
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Is what okay?
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This is your father's house.
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Uh. This is our house? He didn't pay for it. [Because nobody pays for housing in Folkmore, but shh-]
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I want to lift the ban.
[This is then followed by a little nibble of his earlobe before she adds:]
And you are noisy.
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Oh. This is his father's house!!! RIGHT!]
Ah. Right. That's- that's new, isn't it...
[His face turns crimson, all the way down to his chest visible through the neck of his tanktop.]
I'll be quiet!?
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Kyrie gives him a skeptical look before she laughs and drops her forehead to his bright red collarbone, shaking with amusement.]
No you won't! You don't know how.
[And, truth be told, she wouldn't want him to be, not tonight.
...she's not exactly quiet either. Sopranos tend to be full-throated at the best of times.
She kisses his throat apologetically.]
What should we do?
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So after a moment he turns, carefully depositing Kyrie on the bed.]
One sec please.
[He stands up and heads for the bedroom door, stepping out into the rest of the house for about 37 seconds.
Then he comes back, closing the door behind him, looking incredibly relieved.]
They're both out. House to ourselves.
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So when Nero returns with relief painted all over his face, it spreads to Kyrie almost immediately as she jumps from the bed and rushes straight to him.]
Oh thank your grandfather.
[She is 100% teasing him and laughs accordingly as she jumps into his arms.]
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Euugh. He had nothing to do with it.
[He kisses her, then carries her back over to the bed to plop her down by the pillows, laughing under his breath.]
And you are not allowed to praise him anymore when we're-
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Oh no, you're the only one I'm planning on praising tonight.
[Begone shirt, you have no place here. She tosses it away, over towards her discarded towel, and lets her palms rove over his torso as she shifts beneath him to get more comfortable.]
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[Delivered confidently. Though if Kyrie praises Nero even slightly he will immediately crumble to pieces. If it's religiously, he will literally keel over and die.
Nero settles her out with her head on the pillows, kneeling over her. His bared chest is pretty much how she remembers it, the wounds from the Qliphoth incident long since healed. All his latest injuries came at Vergil's doing, while they were sparring... but thankfully, Nero's freshly healed from those, too. Thanks, Devil Trigger!
The one big difference, of course, is his right arm. Looking freakishly normal and ordinary, human skin, a hand just like the other. This will be the first time she's gotten a real decent look at his arm sans clothing, and sans the more familiar glowing mark of his demon arm.
He perches over her, taking a moment to admire her in that hoodie.]
You look so hot in my hoodie. [Put a little engine grease on there and he might actually start sweating.] I almost hate to take you out of it...
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Kyrie's hands travel deftly across the planes of his stomach, up to his chest and over his shoulders, touching as much as she can as if trying to memorise every inch of him. At the compliment about her in his hoodie, she smiles up at him with a slightly wicked gleam in her eye that very rarely emerges, and only ever in private moments like this. She bucks up to kiss him, a stolen peck of a kiss.]
You could always let me keep it on, but then you'd never get to see what's underneath.
nsfw from here on out >>b
Another time, maybe. [He returns a grin, though nowhere near as wicked as hers.] You're like a present for me to unwrap.
[(Please rest assured that was as painful to write as it was to read.)
Sliding a hand behind her, he guides her to sit up and tugs at the sleeves of the hoodie to pull it up over her head.]
Ohoho. Stole my shirt too, did you? [She's even hotter in one of his big T shirts. He cannot resist kissing her, which does hamper his attempts to take that off her, too. As does his insistence on mumbling against her lips.] God, you're so cute...
>:3
You are just the silliest-
[She's cut off with Nero pulling the hoodie up over her head; it's big enough that it doesn't even catch on her ears. The shirt is vast on her, the collar is so large that it's slipping off over her shoulder. She has no complaints about the kiss and mumbles against his lips:]
I'm just borrowing it, but if you want me to give it back...
[Oops there goes his shirt over her head, oh my. Completely bare except for her panties, she holds the t-shirt out to him with a smile with a pink flush spreading over her cheeks.]
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You can borrow it whenever you like.
[He leans down, kissing her boldly, one hand trailing fingers down her collarbone, down her chest, then cupping her breast. A deeply satisfied sigh escapes his throat, and he pulls away just enough to speak.]
Oh, baby, I missed these, too... [He's grinning when he kisses her again, letting both hands make themselves at home touching her breasts, her waist, her hips, and tracing a little trail around her navel. But now he's more pink than ever, and physically warm to the touch. Some things never change.]
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I'd return the favour but I don't think my clothes will fit you.
[Each time he goes to kiss her, Kyrie finds herself drawn to him like a magnet as she leans in and reciprocates. The contact is almost electric. She shivers delightedly as he touches her and arches in closer, as though she's attention starved and needy.
Even after all these years, she still yearns for his touch.
She murmurs softly at the back of her throat as he explores her body, refamiliarizing himself with her curves. She leans into him, her body feeling warm and flushed from the proximity of him and her growing excitement, and brushes her lips over his jaw up to his ear and giggles a little as he pronounces his appreciation for her breasts.]
I hope you're going to take care of them for me.
[She places her hand on his thigh and rubs along the rigid muscle, creeping higher. She whispers questioningly, promisingly into his ear:]
And let me take care of you?
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[Cracking stupid jokes as he plays with her breasts, and draws a trail down her throat and collarbone with his lips. The little needy movements she makes, the gasps and the quiet sighs, every single one of them reminds him of how much he's missed her. How did he ever survive this long without her?
He gives an enthusiastic "mmhmm" when she asks if he'll take care of her. And as for the reverse prospect... that's definitely a shiver that goes down his spine when she whispers in his ear.]
Yes, please... anything you want.
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[She tilts her head back, letting him have easier access to her throat as her eyes flutter closed. As lovely as it is to have the sensation of his lips against her skin and the strange new feeling of having two distinctly human hands on her body, there's a certain neglected part of her that craves more. She shifts slightly until she's able to straddle his lap, and settles herself with her legs astride his hips, moaning low as she finally brushes against him. They may still be clothed (barely) at the point of contact, but it doesn't make it any less electric when she rubs against his erection at last.]
I want you to tell me what you need.
[She knows what she needs but she's also very aware that he's the one who's been pining for her for seven months when it's only been two for her. As far as she's concerned, his needs outweigh hers... at least for now.]
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[Muttered against her skin as though it occurred to him mid-thought. Fortunately, it doesn't seem to distract him very much. He pulls away only when Kyrie rolls atop him, replacing his hands on the curve of her waist. His teeth sink into his bottom lip as she grinds down, and with a roll of his hips he presses his hardening bulge up between her thighs.
He very nearly audibly says "fuck" as he groans. Alas, he only mouths it.]
I need... [He settles into a slow rhythm, grinding up against her. He also lets out a quiet laugh, now brilliantly pink from scalp to stomach.] To learn to talk dirty without goddamn dying...
[He spares a hand from her waist only so he can briefly, bashfully press his fist over his eyes. Then he lets it drop, an absolutely smitten look in his eyes as he gazes up at her. ]
I need to make love to you. All night. Until you're satisfied.
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Hers is hanging by a thread as it is as her world contracts to just the two of them, on this bed, wearing far, far too many clothes. She doesn’t need to shop for more, she’d quite happily never wear clothes again if it meant staying like this.
Cheeks flushed, lips swollen from kissing and panting softly, she pauses from riding him as he proclaims his intentions and just melts. It’s like falling in love with him all over again.
She nods emphatically.]
Yes-
[Her voice catches somewhere in her throat and she snatches another needy, hungry kiss from him, her hips moving on him again to punctuate how emphatically she approves of his needs.]
Yes please, I need that too. I really do.
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Lifting his hips, he tilts Kyrie forward, cupping her face through the kisses with one hand and sparing the other to tug at the waistband of his boxers. It's a bit of a struggle with physics, so determined is he not to move her or make her get off of him, but with a few bucks and wiggles he manages to inch them down until he can kick them off victoriously. There comes the usual extension of his blush all the way down to his stomach as Kyrie gets a glimpse at all of him, rock hard and aching for her.
Fortunately, it's mostly a physical reaction at this point. For him it's been nine months, man...]
God, please, touch me.
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Helpful would probably be stopping her attempts to kiss every inch of his mouth but she doesn't want to do that, she'll just restrict herself to sweet little nibbles and kisses as he concentrates on shedding his clothes. It's in her best interests not to distract him here.
Her very limited show of patience is rewarded as she glances down at Nero's completely bare body beneath her and it's safe to say that any residual cold she might have felt from her escapades in the mountains is completely banished at the sight of him straining for her to touch him.
Who is she to deny him?
Her touch is soft, careful and tender as she takes him in her hand and strokes him gently, eyes fixed on his face and his reaction as she does. No matter how many times they do this, how often she gets to touch him, she never gets tired of his response or the way he feels in her hand.]
I've missed touching you, feeling you like this...
[She trails her kisses to his neck, down to his shoulder. Her hips still astride him as she devotes her focus to moving her hand up and down along his length.]
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He wets his lips as she starts to stroke him, relaxing back against the bed so they can both indulge for a moment. Digging his shoulders back into the mattress stops him from wiggling too much, helps him resist grinding back against her hand out of sheer desire for more of her touch.]
I missed your eyes. And your smile. Your voice... and how warm you are...
[Nero's hands find her thighs, squeezing affectionately, working up and down to encourage her.]
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I miss waking up beside you. [A fact that is going to be remedied very soon!]
I can't be mad at you like that ever again, I can't bear not having you near me, I couldn't sleep knowing you were nearby and I wasn't holding you. Wasn't touching you... wasn't letting you touch me where I wanted you to touch me.
[Is that a hint? It might well be. She kisses his throat, then along his jaw back to his ear, and whispers bashfully:]
I miss you inside me.
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I'll never make you mad like that ever again. [Or at least, he'll try really, really hard not to. It hurt like hell, disappointing her that badly on top of everything else.] Guh-
[His thighs twitch at a particularly good stroke, and he turns his head to give her more room to kiss his throat. Laid out flat for her enjoyment... there's nowhere else he'd rather be.
With one exception, which Kyrie kindly mentions. Nero turns absolutely crimson, reaching to slide his fingers back through her hair, turning his face to whisper back to her.]
Please, baby. I need it right now. Let me...
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