[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.]
[Her whole body flushes white hot at the sound he makes, a reminder of how much his pleasure affects her even when she's getting very little out of it in return (except the knowledge that she is the source of that noise, which is an extremely empowering thought.) She murmurs happily, but her hand stills on him as he slides his fingers through her hair and he announces his intentions. Well... all but begs.]
Yes. Yes please, always... I'll always...
[She slides off his lap and nestles against the pillows, splaying her legs ever so slightly. There's one tiny obstacle in the way which she's all too keen to do away with as she starts to slide her panties down over her hips. She fixes him with her gaze, molten and longing in equal measure.]
[Nero all but scrambles up to his knees when she slides off of him, perhaps a little desperately grabby in his eagerness to help. He leans over her, gazing warmly into her eyes... which does make his fingers clumsy as he assists with her panties. Once they're off, he tosses them off the side of the bed to be found later.
Then as he climbs over her, one hand slipping between her thighs to stroke her, he gets distracted and drawn into another long, luxuriant kiss. Nearly sidetracked, in fact, until the slide of bare skin over skin brings him blinking back to the present moment and the task at hand. He draws his hand back and nudges her thighs apart, easing between them, leaning in to touch their foreheads as he lets out a held-in breath.]
[Sometimes the build up to the main event can go on for much, much longer between them, but tonight is not the night for that. Kyrie has no idea how long they'll have the house to themselves and she's determined not to waste a second of that time.
She whimpers as his hand finds her between her legs and she arches off the bed at his initial touch, breathing shallow and all but a lost cause when he kisses her again. She writhes against his hand, ready and aching for more, their intimacy this evening having already worked wonders for her readiness for him.
She reaches for his hands, guiding one down to his cock with hers so she can help lead him home. Her eyes meet his.]
[Even if he does still get shy and embarrassed, even if just physically, Nero has thankfully learned plenty in the years they've been together. The most comfortable way to spread her thighs, the angle at which his body can best enter hers. With her guidance and her plea, he doesn't hesitate to sink inside her, slow and steady. Nero would never admit it out loud, but he suspects he's a little big for her to start with, and he's always careful as they're first getting going.
He sighs with longing and relief as he hilts in her, pausing to lean over and kiss her again, making small adjustments to the way her legs drape over his, the way his knees take his own weight and hers. Then propping his hands up over her shoulders, he slowly starts to move, groaning softly. It's like getting a drink of water after crawling through a desert.]
[There’s only ever been one man for Kyrie, will likely only ever be one man, this man, and the way he treats her body with such care and borderline reverence is proof enough that she doesn’t even need to entertain the thought of searching for another. She enjoys the slow, familiar stretch of muscles adjusting to accommodate him within her and exhales with him as he comes to rest fully within her. It’s so good, he’s so good, every nerve ending feels electrified by the contact with him and she moans softly as he adjusts their positions to make her as comfortable as possible. He’s too good to her, it’s only right she return the favour.
Shifting beneath him, she tightens around his length and kisses him hungrily, the edge of her appetite for him barely even scratched and so tantalisingly close to being what she needs with every little movement of his hips. She drapes one arm over his shoulder, the other looping around his waist as she looks up at him with a joyful little laugh.]
I’m so glad this part didn’t change with everything that’s happened.
[Yes, she is referring to a certain body part, and she punctuates that with a gentle squeeze of said part, accompanied by a soft, satisfied sigh for emphasis.]
[Well, hopefully Kyrie thinks an audible, open-mouthed squeak is sexy, because between what she says and her hand grasping his dick, he absolutely cannot help it.]
Kyrie! [Half-embarrassed, half-scandalized. (Honestly, the Kyrie in Nero's head is much more demure and modest than the real one ever was... which means it'll surprise and shock and charm him every single time.)] It... I'm pretty SURE it didn't...
[Um. In this form. But we'll deal with that later.
Anyway, he starts laughing even as he keeps kissing her, keeps slowly adjusting the angle and pace of his hips until he finds something comfortable for them both. With an elbow planted to hold himself up, he threads his fingers through her hair and sighs longingly.]
[That's the problem with introducing colorful characters (like Nico) into their friendship circle; the demure, modest girl Kyrie might have once been has been exposed to far more unabashedly shameless attitudes and so a little spark of that might have crept into her when in private.
The squeak isn't exactly the sexiest thing in the world, but Nero is (to her) so it doesn't matter. She likes surprising him, and is relieved when he sees the funny side of it along with her.]
It doesn't feel like it.
[She laughs into each kiss until she can't anymore, too caught up in the delicious angle and pace he's found for form words. She moves with him, rolling her hips to meet him as they move in the intimate dance they've danced countless times before that still manages to enthrall and excite her.
Her eyes are focused on his as he pauses to thread his fingers through her hair and she gasps softly for breath, reaching up to stroke his cheek.]
I missed you, I missed you so much. I missed us. I missed this.
[The intimacy, the closeness, the feeling of his body on top of and inside hers, losing track of where they begin and end.]
[Between the kisses, the effusive affection, and the rising pleasure, it becomes difficult to keep pace. Nero performs heroically anyway, until he's too distracted by kissing her and her hand stroking his face and how goddamn beautiful she looks in his bed with her hair all spread out behind her like a halo, and...
Uh... what was he saying?]
I love you. More than anything in the world, I love you. My beautiful, my angel, my- everything...
[His breath hitches a little, and he bites his lip as he eases back into the rhythm they set.] Ah, jeez... I'm already like...
[What is it about his breath catching and biting his lip that just makes Kyrie want to melt? He's so breathtaking and beautiful, flushed and intense as they can't look away from each other. She whimpers softly, caught up in the delicious sensations but wanting more; the easy, gentle pace he's set is so good but it's building a need for more within her.
His words cause her eyes to well up, overwhelmed by the raw emotion in the voice and the way her heart seems to gallop away in response. He's her everything too, even in the face of all that's been revealed today, all the world boils down to at this moment is the two of them, entwined together in this bed, not willing to be torn apart from each other.
But he's already like... he can't be-
She shakes her head, chasing his kisses desperately as she shifts to wrap her legs around his hips, as if to keep him there a little longer, drive him in deeper.]
No no no, not yet- please- I need you- I need more- Nero...
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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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Yes. Yes please, always... I'll always...
[She slides off his lap and nestles against the pillows, splaying her legs ever so slightly. There's one tiny obstacle in the way which she's all too keen to do away with as she starts to slide her panties down over her hips. She fixes him with her gaze, molten and longing in equal measure.]
Help me with these and come into me.
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Then as he climbs over her, one hand slipping between her thighs to stroke her, he gets distracted and drawn into another long, luxuriant kiss. Nearly sidetracked, in fact, until the slide of bare skin over skin brings him blinking back to the present moment and the task at hand. He draws his hand back and nudges her thighs apart, easing between them, leaning in to touch their foreheads as he lets out a held-in breath.]
Ready for me?
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She whimpers as his hand finds her between her legs and she arches off the bed at his initial touch, breathing shallow and all but a lost cause when he kisses her again. She writhes against his hand, ready and aching for more, their intimacy this evening having already worked wonders for her readiness for him.
She reaches for his hands, guiding one down to his cock with hers so she can help lead him home. Her eyes meet his.]
Make love to me, Nero.
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He sighs with longing and relief as he hilts in her, pausing to lean over and kiss her again, making small adjustments to the way her legs drape over his, the way his knees take his own weight and hers. Then propping his hands up over her shoulders, he slowly starts to move, groaning softly. It's like getting a drink of water after crawling through a desert.]
God, you feel so good, baby...
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Shifting beneath him, she tightens around his length and kisses him hungrily, the edge of her appetite for him barely even scratched and so tantalisingly close to being what she needs with every little movement of his hips. She drapes one arm over his shoulder, the other looping around his waist as she looks up at him with a joyful little laugh.]
I’m so glad this part didn’t change with everything that’s happened.
[Yes, she is referring to a certain body part, and she punctuates that with a gentle squeeze of said part, accompanied by a soft, satisfied sigh for emphasis.]
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Kyrie! [Half-embarrassed, half-scandalized. (Honestly, the Kyrie in Nero's head is much more demure and modest than the real one ever was... which means it'll surprise and shock and charm him every single time.)] It... I'm pretty SURE it didn't...
[Um. In this form. But we'll deal with that later.
Anyway, he starts laughing even as he keeps kissing her, keeps slowly adjusting the angle and pace of his hips until he finds something comfortable for them both. With an elbow planted to hold himself up, he threads his fingers through her hair and sighs longingly.]
I missed you.
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The squeak isn't exactly the sexiest thing in the world, but Nero is (to her) so it doesn't matter. She likes surprising him, and is relieved when he sees the funny side of it along with her.]
It doesn't feel like it.
[She laughs into each kiss until she can't anymore, too caught up in the delicious angle and pace he's found for form words. She moves with him, rolling her hips to meet him as they move in the intimate dance they've danced countless times before that still manages to enthrall and excite her.
Her eyes are focused on his as he pauses to thread his fingers through her hair and she gasps softly for breath, reaching up to stroke his cheek.]
I missed you, I missed you so much. I missed us. I missed this.
[The intimacy, the closeness, the feeling of his body on top of and inside hers, losing track of where they begin and end.]
I love you.
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Uh... what was he saying?]
I love you. More than anything in the world, I love you. My beautiful, my angel, my- everything...
[His breath hitches a little, and he bites his lip as he eases back into the rhythm they set.] Ah, jeez... I'm already like...
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His words cause her eyes to well up, overwhelmed by the raw emotion in the voice and the way her heart seems to gallop away in response. He's her everything too, even in the face of all that's been revealed today, all the world boils down to at this moment is the two of them, entwined together in this bed, not willing to be torn apart from each other.
But he's already like... he can't be-
She shakes her head, chasing his kisses desperately as she shifts to wrap her legs around his hips, as if to keep him there a little longer, drive him in deeper.]
No no no, not yet- please- I need you- I need more- Nero...