nascere | LET'S PLAY {open post}

( It takes a moment for her brain to kick into gear, a moment to stop her legs from trembling. It's enough time for Noctis to sort his trousers out so they can walk over without being too obvious, and Serah smooths her skirt down when she stands up, the wetness between her thighs sticky against the skin, another reminder alongside the warmth, the flush of her skin and the way each brush of clothing tickles sensitive nerves.

They make it to the hut quickly enough, and the choice of building is a good one, with benches and tables still outside, a wall partitioning the al fresco area from the rest of the park. Plenty of places to avoid being seen, and moreso when she notices that the door leading inside is unlocked. )

Where do you wanna...?

[ It's torture, crossing the last distance over to the abandoned hut, but he doesn't care -- they're far enough away from everyone, but Noctis doesn't think about the hut, no. His adrenaline is still pumping from the park and how public it had been, and he makes up his mind quick.

He's gently urging her towards the tables, shrugging off his jacket and laying it out so that she doesn't get dirt on her, or something -- and he murmurs, eyes dark and full of intent. ]

Up on the table, on your back.

( It really, really is. She walked as quickly as possible without attracting attention, but everything seemed to tickle her skin in just the right way that only served to make her want to continue.

Which is why there's hardly a second spared after his jacket goes down before Serah follows his instructions, pushing her skirt up her thighs as she lies sprawled out, legs spread in front of him, the evidence of their earlier actions glistening clearly in the daylight as she gets comfortable, hands tracing idly across her stomach as she pushes the fabric of her top out of the way. )

Like this?

[ Oh, Six.

She's on her back and pushing her skirt up, legs spread and oh, his mouth is dry when he realizes how slick she is, nearly glistening in the afternoon light. He's reaching up without a word, sliding her skirt down and off her, closing her legs before gently parting them again. ]

Top off, babe. I want to see you naked.

[ It's dangerous, but they won't be discovered, and Noctis wants his girlfriend right here, naked as the day she was born. He's helping her to tug off her top, too, exposing her lovely, full breasts, the soft cleft of her tight little cunt, ready for the taking. He's spreading her legs back apart, the look in his eyes openly admiring as he kisses along the inside of her thighs, nosing against soft warm folds, running his tongue against her clit. ]

You're so beautiful like this, you know that?

( The air is cool on her skin, against her nipples as she tosses the top to one side and raises her hips enough to let the skirt be pulled away. There's another layer of risk to losing her clothing like this, to be bare and at Noctis' mercy while only a few meters from them, the world goes on. People walk by, drinking coffees or playing with their dogs, and she bites down on her lip to avoid making noise as her breath hitches in her throat. )

Aah... Shh-

( Her hands trail down to his hair, curling into fists as her legs twitch and shift in reaction to the gentle touches laid down on skin all the way up to her throbbing clit. )

[ She is gorgeous, when the late afternoon light shines on her and illuminate her bare skin -- she's entirely naked underneath him, right here in their little alcove, separated from the rest of the world by a single wall. He's watching her, admiring, and he moves back to press the flat of his tongue boldly against her.

He's pushing in close and lapping at her, spreading her folds apart to expose her soft, pink hole and pressing his lips to it, tongue sliding inside and out, eating her out like he was born for it. ]

( Those hands don't leave his hair, but gosh, she comes close to it, when biting her lip, her tongue, feels like it isn't going to be enough to keep her quiet as his tongue works her folds and begins to slip in and out, and Serah's only distant thought is that she probably tastes like a mix of both of them after their tryst in the grass.

The only one other than the oh god, please, more which is voiced in her rocking hips and the heavy pants of breath exhaled every time his tongue or lips hit just the right spot between her legs. Her chest shudders as she tries to stop her breathing from being too loud, too obvious, head lolling back against the table. )

Oh, Noct--

( Okay, so maybe the being quiet thing isn't going entirely according to plan, and when the whimper slips from her lips, Serah's hand untangles itself and claps to her mouth, trying to shut herself up. )

[ Oh, she definitely does taste like a mix of the both of them. She's glistening, slick and wet and everything he's desired, yielding and gentle when he tongue-fucks her, pushes deeper inside her tight heat and nosing against her clit, his fingers coming to roll it between his fingers to create more stimulation.

No, she can't stay quiet, as noisy as she is beautiful, and he finds that he's in love with the way she says his name, the way she breathes and how he pleases her. She's feeling good, naked right out here in nature, and it's because of him. ]

Don't.

[ He growls softly against her sweet, soft heat, lapping up her arousal. ] Let me hear you.

( If her face wasn't already so flushed with desire, it would burn bright with the idea of being loud here, where the risk of people walking by is so great. Her reply is wordless stammering at first, breath caught in her throat and hips grinding down against him as his tongue distracts her from forming sentences. )

A-ah! ( And then the noise she can't bite back, loud and accompanied by the arch of her hips, the twitch of her thighs clamping around his head as pleasure rocks through her and all thoughts of where they are or who might catch them lie forgotten in favour of the sensations tingling between her legs, of his warm tongue and her hot arousal. )

Noct, please--

( Her legs are shaking, but she still wants more. Wants to feel that mindless bliss of being full of him once again. )

Edited (give me my dw tools back weeps) 2018-05-28 18:56 (UTC)

[ People can see them here, if she keeps it up, and everything in him wants them to. She's stunning when she's writhing and the possessive, exhibitionist streak in him wants to show her off to the world. He wants to set her on display, to show off his beautiful, stunning girlfriend, so desperate and eager for him.

He pulls away from her, lips wet and glistening and he's kissing her deeply, thoroughly, grasping his dick and thrusting inside her fully in one wet, sharp stroke. It's obscene, how he fills her, his balls pressed up against her. ]

Louder. Let them hear you.

( Even with the pleasure flooding hot through her body, electric across her brain, that little part of her remembers exactly why they shouldn't be loud, shouldn't let anyone catch them. Reputations and gossip and headlines--

But his cock presses into her and stretches her out so suddenly, hitting every over-sensitive button inside her in one smooth movement, that the shouldn'ts lose all their grasp over her volume control. Her hands slide up her body as the soft hiss of air crescendos into a loud moan, wordless begging for more when her fingers stray over her nipples, stroking and rubbing shamelessly in front of him.

He gets anything he wants from her, because somehow she always wants it too. She wants to feel free like this always, filled with him in front of the world so they can know how strongly she feels about this young man. )

[ The Citadel will take care of it. His Serah looks like a wood nymph, beautiful and captured from the trees themselves, laid out before him and crying out, moaning so loudly he's pretty sure some people heard. She's writhing, stroking herself in all the delicious ways, and Noctis bends over her, leaning down to kiss her mouth hard, less to silence her than to plunder her mouth, answering the way she begs.

He starts to thrust now, hard and fast without giving her time to get used to the rhythm -- it's obscene, loud slaps of their body against each other, wet and primal and free, and Noctis gently bats her hands aside to pinch her nipples, to tug and let it bounce back, watching her breasts bounce, too, with every hard, unrelenting thrust he affords her.

She will give him anything he wants, and he will take everything. ]

( He's never been good at giving her a break when he gets like this, but honestly, Serah doesn't mind. She likes it in ways that probably drive the Citadel mad when it comes to their relationship; he's her weakness and her strength all in one, and now - despite the cool spring air and the sunlight bathing them both, all the obvious signs and sounds of where they are - the only thing she has on her mind is him. Them and what they're doing right now. How good he feels taking her so fast and hard, kissing her like she provides everything he needs to continue to breathe.

Her body arches up against him, hips pressing into each thrust, her chest seeking his hands as soon as his fingers leave them and oh goodness, the noises coming from her - cries of his name, the sounds of their bodies together and the loud gasps for air. There's no way people don't notice now, she vaguely thinks, as her arm rests over her head, trying to provide some weight, something to ground her in the midst of all this mind numbing pleasure.

She doesn't get a true reprieve between her first orgasm and this one as it courses through her, her free hand slipping between her legs, caressing her clit and making her squirm against his cock as she convulses around him. )

[ He's pretty sure he can see some people in the vicinity, some heads popping in and gasps and whispers -- but everything else is drowned out in favor of their shared pleasure. Serah is exquisite in the light of the setting sun, bathed in reds and golds and pinks and yeah, look at her her cunt's parted just for his cock, how she takes him instead so readily, his dick wet with her arousal.

Her breasts are bouncing with every long, hard thrust, and Noctis growls softly against her, feeling out the way she comes. He doesn't, not yet, holding himself back in favor of her pleasure, hands cupping her breasts and kneading, massaging, loving the way she cries out his name.

He comes not long after, emptying himself in her with a soft murmur of her name, pulses streaking inside of her thickly, and he presses her forehead to hers. There might be people out there, but she's the only one that matters. The only one that he will ever care about. ]

( All Serah can see, laid out like this, is Noctis. She can hear the noises around them, but they fade into the background, unimportant while he takes her. Unimportant when her world is really only Noctis and what makes both of them happy. Her body reacts to each touch as her orgasm subsides, twitching and squirming at hands on her breasts and every thrust until he buries himself completely within her and fills her with warm, thick ropes of his cum.

Serah grasps clumsily for him when he leans on against her, holding him by the back as she kisses him hard, all lips and tongue and legs curling around his waist.

This really is all that matters. The touch of his lips and their bare bodies pressed against one another. )

[ That's the only thing that matters -- that she looks at him, only him. His gaze is adoring, clouded with need and desire but it's never more obvious that he loves her with all his heart. He doesn't care what happens, when he cups her face and kisses her deeply, shifting to hide her from view. He doesn't hear as much anymore, and she's squirming, moving to envelop him so lovingly when he empties himself inside her.

She's taking it, all of it, their bodies twined as one and he's never felt more connected to another, swept up in love and head over heels for her. She's kissing him so hard that his toes curl and he responds in kind, hands roaming over her body now, stroking and squeezing her breasts, loving the way they're pressed up against his chest. ]

Love you.

[ He breathes, rough and soft. ]

( Even now, the spell isn't broken. The awareness of their situation a whisper in the back of her mind, secondary to his lips, his half-lidded eyes burning into her naked form, the feeling of his warm seed spilling out of her when he pulls away.

Serah reaches her hand down between her legs, coating her fingers in the mixture of their arousal, spreading his come slick over her pussy before she drags her fingers back up to her lips, sucking them clean with a soft moan. )

Love you too.

( So, so much. )

[ It's just the both of them now, no one else as the people dissipate, whoever they are, wandering off when nothing really exciting is happening -- just a boy with his girl, even if it's more precious than anything else Noctis has ever experienced.

He looks down at her, heart thudding in his chest when she swipes her fingers over her come-slick pussy and sucking them clean. He's grabbing her chin to kiss her deeply, drawing her fingers away to taste himself. ]

You're dripping, babe...

[ He says softly, affectionately, pressing his forehead to hers. ]

( His comment makes her laugh, and Serah carefully pushes herself back up, blinking away the lust-filled haze that fogs up her brain. That... wow. She's still trying to process it, still feeling the aftereffects of her orgasm inside her, the warm, thick feeling of come sending shivers down her spine.

She couldn't love him more. Couldn't want him more, still totally naked and curling into him, unwilling to go back to their date just yet. )

That's your fault.

( Obviously. )

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