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[ Ori can't help but look at him with an apologetic look on her face as he burns away the vines that bind him, even when he so very gently as he pulls her hands away from the pesky lacing at her back and kisses her. Although she doesn't give voice to the apology, it's written all over her face and in the way she softly presses her lips to his once more after his instruction, a silent promise that she'll make it up to him as soon as she's been divested of her dress. ]

If you could please, love...

[ And so she does just that. Once she's turned around, she reaches over to sweep her hair away from her back and over her shoulder so that Diluc can easily see and do what he needs to. Positioned as they are, it's hard not to remember the first time they were intimate with one another and with Thoma, although the latter is currently at home. Perhaps when they're done here and return, they may yet continue what they've begun in this clearing with their sunshine at home. But Ori also remembers how, that night, Diluc had rather liked having her in his lap and, although there's a certain distance that they must maintain so that Diluc can actually help her out of her dress, perhaps she can give him something of a reminder of what that had been like.

While his hands busy themselves with the ribbons at the back of her dress, Oriphi's tail writhes between Diluc's legs, brushing against his length in slow, languid movements. Her head turns just slightly so that she can glance back at him over her shoulder, curious and eager to see his reaction to what she's doing. ]

[Diluc gets to the business of untangling and unlacing her ribbons once Ori turns away from him. Fortunately, things aren't too much of a mess. He'll have her free of the dress in no time.

The first time Ori's tail brushes against him, he could almost believe that it's unintentional. She's just as worked up as he is, and the movements of her tail could merely be a means by which she's getting some of her excess energy out while she's required to sit still. But then it starts stroking with a slow, steady rhythm, and he realizes that she's teasing him.

Despite the deep breath and soft moan that she gets out of him, he continues unlacing her uninterrupted. Ignoring pleasure to complete a necessary task is not unlike ignoring pain to do so, and he has plenty of experience with the latter. Of course, this is far more preferable, not least because he knows that once he's finished here the delayed gratification will have been worth it.

He catches her eye when she glances back at him, smirking and leaning in to bite the back of her neck lightly.]

You're making this needlessly difficult, starlight.

[It's clear from his tone that he doesn't mind in the slightest.

Before much longer, he has the ties of her dress loosened up enough that he's able to pull the dress up and off of her so that she's sitting on the daybed in only her underwear. Once that's accomplished, he pulls her in flush against him and slips a hand between her legs to tease her lightly through her panties, tracing a languid circle into the dampening fabric.]

Oh, sorry.

[ She doesn’t sound sorry at all.

Which is a wonder in and of itself, given that Ori is someone who typically apologizes far too much and for far more than she rightfully should be. In the moment, though, she feels a small sense of pride from successfully teasing Diluc. Even if he really is remarkably good at keeping his composure, she knows that she’s done something to him when he gives her a lopsided little smile and bites at her neck.

Once Diluc pulls her dress up over her head and she is finally freed from her clothing, she gives a sigh that shortly turns into a quiet yelp as her lover pulls her close. She had intended to turn around and ease Diluc back onto his back to continue where she’d left off, but her intensions are forgotten the moment his fingers press against her and tease. ]

Diluc... [ His name gives way to a moan. ] I thought— I was supposed to be the one playing an instrument right now, my sweet...

[ This is him getting back at her, isn’t it? Goodness, if that’s what teasing him earns her, then perhaps she should tease him more, because he has her writhing against him all the more, and she can feel herself getting wetter with each slow movement of his fingers. ]

[This is absolutely him getting back at her. The fact that she's unable to keep her composure is a beautiful bonus, and he nuzzles her head fondly in response to it. Ori really is wonderful in his lap, and doubly so when squirming and moaning with pleasure.

But she's right; they had agreed to something else tonight. And Diluc is a man of his word.]

I know. But I wanted to repay what your tail was doing first.

[After a few last strokes of his fingers, he hooks his thumbs under the waistband of her panties and pulls them down and off of her. As he sets the last bit of their clothing aside with her dress, he leans down to nip at her earlobe lightly.]

I'm all yours, beloved.

[ She hums approvingly as he admits his intentions, because gods does getting her comeuppance feel good. As with her dress, being rid of her last piece of clothing is met with another sigh of relief as she's finally fully bared along with her beloved moonlight, her back fully pressed against him as she feels his teeth against her earlobe, right where it's the most sensitive. ]

Good...

[ She barely manages to voice the word, lost as it is in her fevered breath. With that, one of her hands finds his and moves it between her legs again. She guides his fingers along the wetness growing there to show him just how worked up he's gotten her before she turns to face him and uses her other hand to press against the firm muscles of his chest, pushing and easing him onto his back once again. Then, she moves his arms to raise his hands over his head as new vines sprout and emerge to bind his wrists to the daybed once more - although more tightly, this time.

Ori spares a moment to glance down at and appreciate the sight of Diluc tied up beneath her again, the rippling muscles and the spans of scarred skin of his body firmly straddled between her thighs. Then, and only then does her body settle onto his again as she nips at his lower lip and then proceeds to kiss him in a way that is all at once fervent, reverent, and loving. It's in this same way, too, that she drags her mouth down along his jaw, his neck, and then all along his torso, where her lips find old scars and her tongue soothes the long-forgotten pain and violence of those wounds with her love and admiration. ]

[There's a gentle cruelty to the fact that Ori has him feel how wet he's made her, but ties his wrists back down to the bed before he has the opportunity to taste her on his fingers. Given that this is more or less exactly what he's asked of her, the noise he makes in response is more pleased than protest. He tests the bonds--they're much tighter this time.

Perfect.

Back at her mercy, Diluc allows his eyes to drift shut as she kisses his skin. Each touch of her lips brings with it a bloom of warmth, making him feel affection and desirous anticipation in equal measure. And once he realizes where she's kissing him, the love he feels in the moment threatens to spill over. They've never shied away from the darker parts of each other, even in moments like these. She knows what the scars mean. And yet she attends to each of them, trying to rewrite their histories with a touch of her lips.]

You're too good to me, starlight.

[He's so lucky to have her.]

[ Ori is finding, over the course of this encounter, that she quite likes demonstrating this notion of gentle cruelty. She leaves him with no way to respond in kind to the things she does to him, his hands bound as they are, and yet everything she does to him is an outpouring of her kindness and affection and how much she cares for Diluc. That she lavishes attention onto his scars is a testament to her acceptance of everything that he is; for as painful as these wounds must have been, that he bears these scars means that he had the strength and the will to keep going, even to his own detriment. He wears a war against the wrongs of his world, a thankless war waged in solitude on his skin. She means to show her gratitude for all of it - that he lived through it, and that he lets her see these darker parts of him and lets her accept them just as he does with the darker parts of her. That he allows her to do this to him is a testament to the trust and devotion he's placed in their bond, especially in light of what took place not too long ago.

She smiles as she presses another kiss to a scar on his stomach and against his skin, she simply murmurs, ]

I love you so much, Diluc. I love your scars, and all of you.

[ Gentle cruelty, here, comes in the form of her saying such sweet and meaningful words to Diluc even as she continues peppering kisses across his war-torn skin, until she's made her way down to his hips and has positioned herself such that she's on her knees in between his legs. Where she intends to go from there is clear. She pauses, briefly, to brush some of her hair out of her face before she lowers herself to wrap fingers around his arousal and give it a few slow strokes as she presses an almost excruciatingly soft, gentle kiss to the tip of his cock. ]

[In the same vein, Diluc is finding that he really enjoys being on the receiving end of this gentle cruelty of hers. She is firmly in control, and is making sure that he knows it, but she's using it as an opportunity to force him to accept her affections and affirmations. He squirms a bit more, as much from the emotional impact of the situation as from his arousal.]

I'm honored. And I love you, too.

[The sweetness of it doesn't diminish the burning desire in him, however, and he's unable to keep his eyes off of Ori as she settles between his legs. Archons, she's gorgeous, and he's helpless beneath her.

He arches into her touch, and moans softly when she kisses him where he's most sensitive. It feels wonderful and perfect, the way the sensation sings through his nerves, but it's not enough.]

Please, Ori... keep going.

[ The sound of his moaning, of the "please" that escapes his lips, and the way that he arches into her touch pulls her lips into a smile that is both wicked and affectionate in equal measure. She really is enjoying this more than she thought she would; Diluc is completely at the mercy of her love, bound the her innate power that can heal or destroy, that can give or take. ]

Anything for you.

[ Speaking of giving, though, what she says are the last coherent words that she whispers against him before she draws his length into the wet heat of her mouth at long last. Anything else comes out as a pleased, approving hum, her voice thrumming against him as her mouth moves and settles into a slow rhythm.

And as much as she really does love pouring sweet, gentle affection into their intimacy, she hasn't forgotten Diluc's original request. Her mouth is occupied, which is just as well, because she's more used to using her hands to play an instrument. She reaches up with her free hand and presses her fingers into his skin, beginning at his waist and traveling slowly down his side. Her nails scrape lightly against his skin as it goes, and when her hand reaches his hip, her grip tightens, fingertips digging into pale skin. ]

[The contrast of the warm wetness of her mouth, punctuated with pleasurable vibrations as she hums, and the sharp string of her fingernails into his skin is perfect. He pulls against the restraint of his wrists almost out of reflex--he wants so badly to bury his hands in her hair, both to encourage her to keep going and to keep hold of this woman he adores so much. The fact that he can't is frustrating, and that frustration just makes his arousal that much more pronounced. He feels his core running hot and hotter, and he craves more of it.

He groans lowly as she plays him so skillfully, wordlessly urging her onward as his eyes slide shut to better focus on how it all feels.]

[ If there’s one thing for Ori to lament given their current arrangement, it’s is that she’s truly missing the feeling of Diluc’s hands on her. She knows, by now, that were he not bound, his hands would surely be in her hair, caressing and pulling with both love and desire. For now, she must settle for the utterly wonderful sounds that he gives beneath her, for the way he continually writhes and pulls at that which restrains him. That which she yet again tightens in kind simply by willing it so, the gentle cruelty of it subsequently softened by the flowers that begin to sprout and bloom on the vines that tie his wrists to the bed.

She opens her eyes to find his closed so sweetly, the look on his face setting her own desire further aflame and bidding her to continue, unrelenting as she keeps digging her nails into his skin, moving her mouth up and down his length, and sucking on the very tip of him until she can sense, from his reactions, that he’s close to his release.

It’s then that gentle cruelty comes to the fore as, rather than bringing him to finish, she only brings him to the brink of it. Ori pulls away and moves up over Diluc once more to capture his lips in an all-too-brief kiss before her body settles on his, straddling his hips between her legs and grinding down on his cock once, twice - a gesture that teases her own want as much as his - before she leans over to start lavishing her attention on his skin again. A nip from fanged teeth here, a dark, bruising mark left there, inflicting a sweet violence of her own between the marks left by his injuries past. It’s not until after all of this that she speaks again, asking him softly, ]

Would you like to be inside of me, love?

[ Surely, once they’re finished here, her behavior will have dawned on her and she’ll likely feel embarrassed by this aspect of herself, the one that’s discovered that she secretly likes to see her lovers at her mercy and begging for more. But for now - she is simply doing her best to perform to what Diluc has asked of her. ]

[His bonds tighten, and he pulls again at them instinctively in response as he feels his body come closer and closer to release... only for her to pull back entirely. He opens his eyes and gives a small nngh in protest, and is about to put words to the complaint when Ori silences him with her lips on his. When she follows the kiss with rocking her hips into his, the complaint dissipates entirely and all he can do is groan lowly with need as she begins biting and lavishing attention all over him.

It's his own fault, really. She's doing exactly as he's asked, and Archons she is amazing at it.

She asks if he wants to be inside of her, and he can feel the question pulse through him straight to his cock.]

Yes. [His voice comes out in a breathy plea.] Desperately.

[If Ori is embarrassed by this later, Diluc will do everything in his power to reassure her. It's the least he can do, after all of this that she's done to and for him tonight.]

[ Each sound she draws out of him brings a sweet sense of satisfaction, of affirmation in knowing that Diluc is enjoying this as much as she’s realizing she is. When he responds to her question, she feels the tip of him twitch against her and gods, the way his voice sounds, pleading and desperate, could very well end her.

She captures his lips in one last searing kiss before she pulls away to sit up; she finally sinks onto him, then, her gaze never leaving his all the while. She wants to savor the look on his face as his length fills her so perfectly, although she can’t help the moan that escapes her own lips at the feeling. Ori stays still for a moment - but only for a moment, before her hands press up against his torso, firm muscles at her fingertips as she slowly moves up and down him. ]

Gods, Diluc— So good…

[ It’s not very long at all before she picks up the pace, already so eager and worked up from arousal stemming from this entire encounter, from trying something new with her lover, from the overwhelming love she feels for the man beneath her as they make love beneath the stars, surrounded by the woods. He’s so perfect and good, and she finds herself utterly enraptured by everything about this moment.

The vines begin to loosen around his wrists as she leans forward, her hands coming up to frame his face. ]

Hold me, please…

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