How far? [ —playful and drawling, that echo of Alex's question, a smile spreading across the fullness of Asura's mouth until it reaches his eyes, seeing them crinkled at their corners. Alex, she's beautiful like this, a certainty and boldness surfacing from within her, efflorescing in her maypole dance about his person no different from the way the onset of Spring shows itself in warm, gentle rains and verdant colors. And as she circles him, it seems impossible not to respond to her touch, his footfalls in perfect rhythm with her own as she glides them both down the corridor. ]
Well, for starters... [ Drawn close to her side, he finds they fit together nicely, and despite their disparity in size, doesn't Alex soar higher than her stature when she fixes him with a look that's all passion and intrepidity? And still, still she manages to uphold the pretense that she's merely adjusting the fit of his button-down, smoothing out the wrinkles the shirt had accumulated over the course of the night. Her finesse is something else, and Asura...? ] I thought that I'd disappear into your eyes, because they're the closest to the stars that I'll ever get.
[ Ah yes, Asura's expertise remains largely in the area of articulating raw sentiment as poetry. Saying things like "let's live together" and "it's my selfish wish for you to avoid that fate" with a disarming conviction and ease. And if first expression seemed lofty, brazen, and ridiculous all— boy, is Alex ever in for a treat: ]
And that maybe, you could ride my waves of Summer heat until you arrive precisely where you wish to be.
[ Because, well, he is warm, isn't he?? His furnace of a chest churns out heat constantly, and if she chose to remain close enough to delight in that Summer swelter, he'd do his damndest to put her well within reach of her hopes and ambitions. ] But if that isn't far enough, then perhaps...
[ Reaching out with one hand, the tips of his taloned fingers catch in that flower crown of blue and white roses, tipping it back (a distraction) as he bows his head, this time pressing his lips to Alex's in a there-and-gone tease of a kiss (a proper one, this time, not so simply a smile pressed against the skin). ]
Across the continent and back will suffice.
[ He did say her voice could steal the entire continent's heart away, after all. ]
[ Alex laughs, mostly because only Asura could take such cheesy lines and make them sound like the next best romance novel. Was it the bass of his voice, the way his eyes arrest you with just a gaze, or that smile that makes you want to keep it there? Truly a dangerous a man.
When he tilts her head, her hands tug him closer by his waist, the kiss enticing enough that she presses up to her tip toes when he pulls away. There was a foreign flutter in her chest, her finned ears fanning out from the sensation. Her eyes close in that moment, only opening when he speaks again. The height difference was a pain but, it wouldn't be for long.
That brief taste of his lips was enough for Alex to crave more of that warmth that she leaps upwards, her arms wrapping around Asura's shoulders and trusting the man enough to know he'd catch her. She presses all her weight onto him, hands cupping either side of his face, tilting his head backwards this time and capturing his lips again as she pushes him against the nearest wall. The combined sensation of his heat, witch's magic, and the lingering taste of alcohol was intoxicating.
It was strange, having this urge outside of the full moon. Alex didn't know where it was coming from, nor she did have enough room in her mind right to think about it. The only thoughts filling her head right now were those of kind, wonderful, beautiful, warm Asura. ]
[ Dangerous, is he? If he is, he is nowhere near so perilous as the sound of Alex's laugh, the sweet trill of her voice thrumming through the whole of him in captivating reverberations. And though Asura is a man who seldom seems out of place or ill at ease, here in this moment (where Alex takes a leap of faith, bestowing the honor of catching her upon him), the King finds himself swathed in a true lightness of being. Evident in more than just his grin, his state of joy and contentment— with the softness of Alex's body against him, the tension abates from his proud bearing and stance, and all at once, he is neither the King of Summer nor the person who Alex had first met under fateful circumstance.
No, he is only Asura as Alex's arms loop about his broad shoulders, his hands rising to support either of her thighs as they hitch about his waist. With the help of her forward momentum, he falls back against the wall behind him, and— ah yes, she's chosen where she wishes to be, hasn't she? If only for the time being.
Unabashed with his vocalizations of pleasure, he hums into the kiss which Alex's claimed from him, his chin angled up to meet her from the advantage of height which she now boasts— like this, could she not be some veritable starlit goddess who's graced him with her radiance and close proximity both? Deepening the kiss by slow increments and degrees, he darts his tongue over the seam of her lips in a silent bid to see them parted, his warm and calloused palms roving over the backs of her legs (savoring her, enjoying this) in gentle back-and-forths until...!
Something (what could it be?) occurs to him, and he sees their positions reversed. With a leisurely pivot and turn, he places Alex as the one with her back to the wall, never breaking their kiss all the while. And if Asura's broadening grin can be felt through the mesh of their lips, well he certainly can't be blamed: it's Alex's own doing; her presence, that's responsible for his happiness. She knows it, doesn't she? ]
His tongue is welcome and met by her own, letting out her own sound of contentment at the much more intimate kiss. Having the tables turned on her elicits a gasp, but it's not enough to tear her away from him. Alex can't say she's opposed to this, quite enjoying the way his body pressed against her own. She could feel the warmth emanating from his chest, right where she had ripped him open. There was a tinge of that guilt creeping back up from her gut, Alex choosing to diver that energy into kissing Asura with more fervor.
Her legs tighten around his waist in response to his heated grip against her thighs, allowing herself to groan in pleasure from the action. The burns on her legs still somewhat visible but no longer painful, though he may still feel the bumps of scar tissue against his palms. ]
[ Difficult for him, to imagine parting from Alex's kiss— drinking down the sound of her moan is every bit a gorgeous delight as the way her tongue glides hot and slick against his own. But then, Alex's legs secure about his waist, speaking to both desire and need, and Asura will readily confess this: it is his wish to see Alex (Alex who, for the longest time, could not meet his gaze with her blue eyes; could not be near him for long without his presence serving as some grim reminder) come undone. Be thoroughly at ease and free from the guilt which he tastes behind the surge of her passion and intensity.
When he withdraws, it is a deliberate thing, made slow and sweet with a nip to Alex's lower lip; the slightest graze of teeth. ]
Going to need you to let up on your hold— [ Here, he taps his fingers along the bare skin of her thighs, playfully illustrating his point. ] —and trust me to bear your weight.
[ Why? W e l l, that becomes apparent sooner rather than later, when Asura sinks down to his knees, supporting the backs of Alex's legs with large and steady hands before seeing them safely anchored to a new means of support: his shoulders. As though his body were her Queen's throne, in accordance with the crown which adorned her hair. ]
You good up there? [ —mischief demands that he wink upon asking the question. Tenderness sees his head turned to the side, his lips pressed to the raised skin of scar tissue which he'd caressed before. And reverence for her sees his green eyes flick up in a silent bid for permission before continuing further.
He wants this, that much is clear. But will she have him in turn? ]
[ There is no hiding the disappointment on her face as he pulls away, but there's also curiosity in her gaze as he shifts and lowers himself. It's quite a feat, to see him move down onto his knees and have her legs over his shoulders without dropping her.
As her skirts hikes up her thighs and it starts to click just what he might be planning, the boldness she previously showed swiftly changed to bashfulness. ]
You--You don't have to--!
[ She's not used to people paying attention to her own pleasure like that, and there was uncertainty that came with it. It felt like something beneath Asura, despite the playfulness he displayed. But there was also a part of her that couldn't deny how good he looked between her thighs like that..and the way he touched her scars sent small jolts up her spine. ]
Got nothing to do with having to. [ —he murmur-rumbles in between a series of open-mouthed kisses pressed along the smooth inside of her thigh. Wet with the moisture of breath, and hot with the innate heat of him, the kisses are leisurely, and in her survey of him (of how he looks on his knees, stationed between her legs while supporting her weight with those broad shoulders of his), Alex is sure to find that he is enjoying himself.
Quite thoroughly, in fact, his eyes fluttering closed with a sweep of his kajal-smudged lashes as he continues on in his line of kisses, placing them higher and higher still as Alex's skirt hikes further and further up her thighs. With his eyes closed, he'll listen for the sounds which she makes (hums of approval, gasps for more; little noises which denote not quite there or move over) because he wants nothing more than to learn her; to pleasure her well.
On either side of his head, his draconic's horns help to coax her legs farther apart, the feel of them cool and smooth against the skin where the rest of Asura is so very, very warm. It's when the fabric of Alex's skirt is bunched at her waist, Asura's lips pressed to the sensitive juncture of thigh and and torso, that he gives pause for the second time, wanting to glimpse her face. Meet her gaze with green eyes now reopened, connecting and holding with blue when he asks— ]
May I taste you, Alex? [ —and he wonders if she'll be bold, bashful, or some charming combination of both in her answer. ]
[ Every kiss makes her toes curl, her breath catching in her throat once more when he presses on right between her thigh and torso. She could barely see him now, her view somewhat blocked by the folds of her skirt. Her face felt so hot it was dizzying, suspecting her all the more to the rumble of his voice and softness of his lips.]
Y..es..[ Alex breathes out, one hand burying itself in those thick locks of hair on top of his head. Her teeth press lightly on her bottom lip in anticipation. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Well, for starters... [ Drawn close to her side, he finds they fit together nicely, and despite their disparity in size, doesn't Alex soar higher than her stature when she fixes him with a look that's all passion and intrepidity? And still, still she manages to uphold the pretense that she's merely adjusting the fit of his button-down, smoothing out the wrinkles the shirt had accumulated over the course of the night. Her finesse is something else, and Asura...? ] I thought that I'd disappear into your eyes, because they're the closest to the stars that I'll ever get.
[ Ah yes, Asura's expertise remains largely in the area of articulating raw sentiment as poetry. Saying things like "let's live together" and "it's my selfish wish for you to avoid that fate" with a disarming conviction and ease. And if first expression seemed lofty, brazen, and ridiculous all— boy, is Alex ever in for a treat: ]
And that maybe, you could ride my waves of Summer heat until you arrive precisely where you wish to be.
[ Because, well, he is warm, isn't he?? His furnace of a chest churns out heat constantly, and if she chose to remain close enough to delight in that Summer swelter, he'd do his damndest to put her well within reach of her hopes and ambitions. ] But if that isn't far enough, then perhaps...
[ Reaching out with one hand, the tips of his taloned fingers catch in that flower crown of blue and white roses, tipping it back (a distraction) as he bows his head, this time pressing his lips to Alex's in a there-and-gone tease of a kiss (a proper one, this time, not so simply a smile pressed against the skin). ]
Across the continent and back will suffice.
[ He did say her voice could steal the entire continent's heart away, after all. ]
no subject
When he tilts her head, her hands tug him closer by his waist, the kiss enticing enough that she presses up to her tip toes when he pulls away. There was a foreign flutter in her chest, her finned ears fanning out from the sensation. Her eyes close in that moment, only opening when he speaks again. The height difference was a pain but, it wouldn't be for long.
That brief taste of his lips was enough for Alex to crave more of that warmth that she leaps upwards, her arms wrapping around Asura's shoulders and trusting the man enough to know he'd catch her. She presses all her weight onto him, hands cupping either side of his face, tilting his head backwards this time and capturing his lips again as she pushes him against the nearest wall. The combined sensation of his heat, witch's magic, and the lingering taste of alcohol was intoxicating.
It was strange, having this urge outside of the full moon. Alex didn't know where it was coming from, nor she did have enough room in her mind right to think about it. The only thoughts filling her head right now were those of kind, wonderful, beautiful, warm Asura. ]
no subject
No, he is only Asura as Alex's arms loop about his broad shoulders, his hands rising to support either of her thighs as they hitch about his waist. With the help of her forward momentum, he falls back against the wall behind him, and— ah yes, she's chosen where she wishes to be, hasn't she? If only for the time being.
Unabashed with his vocalizations of pleasure, he hums into the kiss which Alex's claimed from him, his chin angled up to meet her from the advantage of height which she now boasts— like this, could she not be some veritable starlit goddess who's graced him with her radiance and close proximity both? Deepening the kiss by slow increments and degrees, he darts his tongue over the seam of her lips in a silent bid to see them parted, his warm and calloused palms roving over the backs of her legs (savoring her, enjoying this) in gentle back-and-forths until...!
Something (what could it be?) occurs to him, and he sees their positions reversed. With a leisurely pivot and turn, he places Alex as the one with her back to the wall, never breaking their kiss all the while. And if Asura's broadening grin can be felt through the mesh of their lips, well he certainly can't be blamed: it's Alex's own doing; her presence, that's responsible for his happiness. She knows it, doesn't she? ]
no subject
Her legs tighten around his waist in response to his heated grip against her thighs, allowing herself to groan in pleasure from the action. The burns on her legs still somewhat visible but no longer painful, though he may still feel the bumps of scar tissue against his palms. ]
no subject
When he withdraws, it is a deliberate thing, made slow and sweet with a nip to Alex's lower lip; the slightest graze of teeth. ]
Going to need you to let up on your hold— [ Here, he taps his fingers along the bare skin of her thighs, playfully illustrating his point. ] —and trust me to bear your weight.
[ Why? W e l l, that becomes apparent sooner rather than later, when Asura sinks down to his knees, supporting the backs of Alex's legs with large and steady hands before seeing them safely anchored to a new means of support: his shoulders. As though his body were her Queen's throne, in accordance with the crown which adorned her hair. ]
You good up there? [ —mischief demands that he wink upon asking the question. Tenderness sees his head turned to the side, his lips pressed to the raised skin of scar tissue which he'd caressed before. And reverence for her sees his green eyes flick up in a silent bid for permission before continuing further.
He wants this, that much is clear. But will she have him in turn? ]
no subject
As her skirts hikes up her thighs and it starts to click just what he might be planning, the boldness she previously showed swiftly changed to bashfulness. ]
You--You don't have to--!
[ She's not used to people paying attention to her own pleasure like that, and there was uncertainty that came with it. It felt like something beneath Asura, despite the playfulness he displayed. But there was also a part of her that couldn't deny how good he looked between her thighs like that..and the way he touched her scars sent small jolts up her spine. ]
no subject
Quite thoroughly, in fact, his eyes fluttering closed with a sweep of his kajal-smudged lashes as he continues on in his line of kisses, placing them higher and higher still as Alex's skirt hikes further and further up her thighs. With his eyes closed, he'll listen for the sounds which she makes (hums of approval, gasps for more; little noises which denote not quite there or move over) because he wants nothing more than to learn her; to pleasure her well.
On either side of his head, his draconic's horns help to coax her legs farther apart, the feel of them cool and smooth against the skin where the rest of Asura is so very, very warm. It's when the fabric of Alex's skirt is bunched at her waist, Asura's lips pressed to the sensitive juncture of thigh and and torso, that he gives pause for the second time, wanting to glimpse her face. Meet her gaze with green eyes now reopened, connecting and holding with blue when he asks— ]
May I taste you, Alex? [ —and he wonders if she'll be bold, bashful, or some charming combination of both in her answer. ]
no subject
Y..es..[ Alex breathes out, one hand burying itself in those thick locks of hair on top of his head. Her teeth press lightly on her bottom lip in anticipation. ]