[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...
I won't. [He laughs breathlessly, cupping her face in his hands. Can't resist another kiss in between.] I won't. I just...
[He slows as Kyrie puts her legs around him, refusing to stop entirely, but easing off enough he thinks he can recover a little more stamina. It's been like, nine months since he's been able to touch her, he thinks he's doing damn admirably considering that.]
I said until you're satisfied, I f-mean it... [Whoopsie. Almost slipped in front of Kyrie!]
[She gasps, her voice high and soft in the back of her throat.]
I'll never be satisfied. I always want you, I'll always want you. It's never enough, never.
[She holds his gaze as he cups her cheeks, panting lightly. Her smile is soft, tender, and she bites her bottom lip as she slowly writhes against him.]
[...at least everything she wants right now, in this moment, where there's nothing more outside the four walls of his bedroom.
The thrust makes her whimper with pleasure and she tightens around him as she arches and rolls her hips in response to him, trying to match his rhythm. It's delicious and deep and so, so good and she hopes he feels as good as she does right now.
Honestly they're kind of sickening.
Something gives her pause, and she brushes his cheek to catch his attention.]
[She gasps as he pulls her up to meet him, feeling a jolt of white hot pleasure to the very core of her with each thrust and it's getting very, very hard to think straight, let alone speak.
And Nero thinks he's the lucky one? Has he seen him?
She might have been busting his chops for potentially finishing this too soon but at this rate she might have to eat her words. Her moan is low, needy and desperate.]
Her breath hitches at his murmurs, the deep timbre of his voice doing as much to arouse her as his cock driving into her. She gasps, clutching at his upper arms and shoulders, her nails just beginning to bite into his skin. Her cheeks flush and she just can't help but feel the first flutters; she wants to answer his request and fulfil his every want and need but it's got to be too soon, surely?]
Oh- oh!
[Nope. Apparently not too soon as she cries out, her eyes screwing shut as she goes completely rigid beneath him as her orgasm hits.]
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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...
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[He slows as Kyrie puts her legs around him, refusing to stop entirely, but easing off enough he thinks he can recover a little more stamina. It's been like, nine months since he's been able to touch her, he thinks he's doing damn admirably considering that.]
I said until you're satisfied, I f-mean it... [Whoopsie. Almost slipped in front of Kyrie!]
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I'll never be satisfied. I always want you, I'll always want you. It's never enough, never.
[She holds his gaze as he cups her cheeks, panting lightly. Her smile is soft, tender, and she bites her bottom lip as she slowly writhes against him.]
You make me feel so good.
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I'll give you everything you want. Anytime you want. Anything in the whole... world...
[One more captures her mouth, and he lets out a breath through his pressed lips.
Okay. In control again. He shifts his hips to thrust into her again, as before.]
You make me feel good. [Oh god. Here comes the "no u."] Babe. Every time, I never...
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[...at least everything she wants right now, in this moment, where there's nothing more outside the four walls of his bedroom.
The thrust makes her whimper with pleasure and she tightens around him as she arches and rolls her hips in response to him, trying to match his rhythm. It's delicious and deep and so, so good and she hopes he feels as good as she does right now.
Honestly they're kind of sickening.
Something gives her pause, and she brushes his cheek to catch his attention.]
You never what?
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I never believed I could ever have you. Ever deserve you. You're the most amazing girl in the world and I love you so much... and you love me.
[Christ Nero give it a REST already...
He shifts the angle a bit, planting his knees and sliding a hand under her backside to pull her hips up into each thrust, matching her pace.]
I'm so lucky...
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[She gasps as he pulls her up to meet him, feeling a jolt of white hot pleasure to the very core of her with each thrust and it's getting very, very hard to think straight, let alone speak.
And Nero thinks he's the lucky one? Has he seen him?
She might have been busting his chops for potentially finishing this too soon but at this rate she might have to eat her words. Her moan is low, needy and desperate.]
Oh Nero...
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He leans in to kiss her forehead, then murmurs in her ear as he keeps that pace, precisely as he can.]
Come on, baby. I wanna hear you. You're so beautiful, you sound so pretty when I make you come.
[The little break helped bolster him. Because he has NEVER been satisfied unless he satisfies Kyrie first, damn it! ]
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Her breath hitches at his murmurs, the deep timbre of his voice doing as much to arouse her as his cock driving into her. She gasps, clutching at his upper arms and shoulders, her nails just beginning to bite into his skin. Her cheeks flush and she just can't help but feel the first flutters; she wants to answer his request and fulfil his every want and need but it's got to be too soon, surely?]
Oh- oh!
[Nope. Apparently not too soon as she cries out, her eyes screwing shut as she goes completely rigid beneath him as her orgasm hits.]