I almost hope he is. You're the expert, does sound travel well here?
[ he can't help but laugh too, like a gremlin, because he is one! though, he sent law out earlier, with the explicit instruction not to come back for a while (sexiled), so, alas, it's not meant to be.
some part of gu yun's clearly pleased as he figures out the answer to his smoking hair question - this must be where the twitching came from - and though his mouth briefly lifts into a smile, he just acknowledges it with a quietly amused noise and focuses his attention strictly on wrath, instead. she took his first kiss, at the very beginning of the week, showed him how easy it is to kiss someone and just melt along onto it, and gu yun picks up right where they left off, the kiss itself slow, languid and easy. her hand feels good in his hair, too - it's silky soft and pin straight for her reference, and he can just faintly feel the warmth radiating off of her even from there.
similarly, the longer his hands stay on her skin, the warmer they get. seems like a fair compromise. as the kiss deepens, he takes that guidance for what it is, catching the hem of her shirt as asked in the palm of his hand and curling his fingers. he lifts up, other hand moving with it up bare skin instead, and, breaks off the kiss slow, as he's about to pull it over her head. ]
A part of me wondered if you were all just naked under these things. [ the mischief in his voice is as clear as a bell even if he's speaking just loud enough to be heard, as if that silly, flirtatious tease is some sort of secret - that implies maybe they could be - before he's pulling the shirt up and over her head, tossing it off to the side of the bed to retrieve later.
fufu. that's better. gu yun glances up again, briefly taking in the picture presented - and a moment later, licks his lips, then ducks in to kiss her again. despite having almost no experience, gu yun (currently) has two working eyes and a whole lot of confidence, and seems to fall very, very easily into the role of flirty, sexy, flower of the northwest. he knows how people tick.
now, working with a lot of bare skin, he finds the cracks of warmth at her ribcage and chases them, dextrous and quick, exploring every inch that isn't likely where she wants before he finds his way up to bring his palms to her chest, and arch forward himself, pressing them closer together - that part's out of pure instinct, the want to get closer, too. ]
It does. [she waggles her eyebrows at that first part.] Despair gets so mad.
[what does THAT mean, wrath. she's not planning on explaining necessarily either, stroking her fingers through his hair. it's soft, and she likes the feel of it between her fingers. it's a sensation she can't get enough of, like standing barefoot in the grass on a sunny day, like sinking into a warm bath. it's intimate. she missed intimate, and it curls up in her chest and almost makes her choke with it. he's teasing her and joking around, and she loves that, because it's centering. she won't get overwhelmed this way. or, at least, she won't be overwhelmed in a bad way.
he breaks the kiss, and she giggles, getting both of her hands in his hair just to touch. maybe to pull lightly.]
Next time I will be. [she tells him, and then he's kissing her again and she sighs out slow and breathy against his mouth, arching into his hands. she is just a little ticklish, so she squirms when his fingers dart across her skin, but when they finally settle on her chest, she bites his bottom lip. there, that's good, she likes that.]
Not sure why you're not naked right now. [she says, half against his mouth, unwilling to move away.] Going to make me work for it, huh?
[ oh, he's filing that away to ask about later! later.
way later when he's thinking with his brain and not any other part of his anatomy. the light pull in his hair feels good, prickling at the top of his scalp and down, and he hums a noise along with it, half affirming what she's said, half because it's nice when her teeth scrape his lip, too. there's a brief moment that he breaks away when wrath says so - next time i will be - and gu yun lifts his gaze to meet hers, eyes dark, mouth curled up into a gleeful looking smile just at the idea. ]
A secret just for us, hm? [ nice. another kiss - a peck, first, another, a squeeze of his palm. ] I like it.
[ very much. (some part of him knows he might not even be able to see it, and that's - that's something to keep for later, tucked away in the back of his mind.) ] Best not to do it when something important's happening - [ like a trial, he cant say because its only week one but thats exactly what he's implying, ] and we can't slip away.
[ the implication of distraction there is very purposeful - that grin of his goes a little devilish before he kisses wrath again. being sensitive goes both ways, especially here, because he's feeling for wrath's every reaction, the way her breath might catch, the way her body arches into his hands. like ever, gu yun learns on the fly, strokes the callouses of his palm in a circle and pulls his other hand off to brace it at her back instead, keeping them close.
the last comment comes when he gives an experimental, instinctual roll of his hips, and is immediately rewarded with the warm burn of friction - gu yun's lashes flutter at the way it feels when her lips move against his, before his mouth curls back into that smirk of his. ]
Can't I play a little hard to get, Wrath? [ the exaggerated way he says this makes it clear he
remembers it from their last conversation about her even taking her hood off in the first place??? what a gremlin! he is so clearly teasing, though, eyes glittering with playful laughter, and he shifts where he's sitting to push his shoulders back a little, starting to pull his hands away from her body to at least undo the ties holding his robe shut. ]
Edited (the wording of that sounded meaner than i wanted it to >T ) 2021-02-17 23:37 (UTC)
[he gets a whole lot of feedback here, definitely, because she's a terribly tactile person by nature. each squeeze and each brush of his fingers gets little sighs, gets eager shifting, trying to make it easier for him to just touch her. she's thinking about what she said, funnily enough, thinking about being naked under the robes and it's the combination of that and the way he rolls his hips up against hers that makes her whimper, a noise that's surprised out of her.
her ears go pink at the tips, and she bites his lip again as punishment for - what, making her feel good? wrath, please.]
Mm, well. You wouldn't know, would you. You're going to have to be wondering every time you see me. [she teases. he leans back just enough to fiddle with the ties of his robe, and she rocks back in his lap, deliberately, grinding against him just to get a reaction.
as for playing hard to get, she just gives him a pouty look, and watches him for about .2 seconds before she's got her hands on his robes as well, aiming to get him naked as fast as she possibly can. wrath is not and has never been a patient person; it's why waiting a week in and of itself has been an exercise.]
[ she's so reactive, and a lot of this is still very new, and. gu yun's only human, alright? having a beautiful girl squirming around on his lap is more than enough to take all of his attention. his hips roll up into hers, automatically, again, the grind of friction sweet enough that his lashes flutter, the kiss temporarily halted as she bites down. it feels good - if anything, this form of 'punishment' just makes him even cheekier, has him smirking against her mouth.
...though... you're just going to have to be wondering sends something warm curling down his spine; gu yun's voice drops, low and soft, the words more pressed against her lips than verbalized with that grind. ] I will be.
[ yeah!! really hard not to be! hot
with a huff of a laugh, he doesn't seem to mind the hands in his robes, though. gu yun pulls himself away from kissing her and lets the silk fall away from his shoulders so he's at least topless. if wrath was paying attention during the trial, with the strip check, it won't be anything particularly new, but if not - gu yun is covered in scars, nearly every inch of his torso some form of them. some are tiny and old, pockmarks, shrapnel marks, some came from knives or swords, and some are unidentifiable. the most massive is a scar that stretches from the base of his neck down and under his chest, like someone had cut him in half and sewn him back together, the skin there gnarled and dead. there's a series of fading marks down it, too, now blending in with the time that had passed.
it doesn't seem to bother him any, though. divested of his shirt, at least, gu yun presses close to her again, arching up into the grind of her hips and pressing a kiss to her mouth, to her jaw, finding those warm lines and kissing them, wet and warm, the scrape of teeth finding one down her neck, too. his hands go right back to wandering once he's out of his sleeves, too, stroking down her back, bracing, and then right back to where he started at her chest, fingertips quick and clever. (and thankfully, no longer cold.) ]
[oh. there's something about the low, soft tone that gets her. a thrill runs through her, heat gathering low as he nearly drawls the words against her mouth. she likes that - she wants to hear that tone again, and promises herself that she'll work it out of him.
she gets - distracted, though. she hadn't been paying attention during the strip check, which is why she gets stuck looking at the scars. not because they scare her or disgust her, not at all, but because there's so many, because he really is a tank, setting himself up to take this sort of damage in the first place. he might catch the look on her face as she sees, something soft and a little concerned, but she doesn't say anything, just closes her eyes and lets him kiss her jaw. breathes out heavy and heated at the teeth against her neck, head tilted to the side to give him better access. her pulse - her pulse, she thinks giddily, she's alive - kicks up a quicker, steadier beat as his warm hands rest against her chest again. this time she has skin to explore in return.
she wants to let him do what he wants with her, but first, she's pushing him back a little, laying him out so she can trace her fingers along every scar on his torso. light, delicate touch, like she's afraid she's going to hurt him somehow. she only hesitates for a split second before she's dragging her fingers along that long scar that reaches from neck to chest.
her ear flicks. she's very focused on seeing which parts of him are the most sensitive.]
[ gu yun barely has enough time to deepen the mark he starts to leave. no one'll see it, but that's alright - leaving his mark on another person's not a bad thing. when she tilts her head, he goes after the spot with intent, following up on wrath's reactions, and...
....speaking of, if he catches that look of concern, gu yun has nothing to say about it.
ultimately, he lets wrath push him back, dropping backwards onto his elbows before laying back entirely, a picture of pale skin and dark hair like ink spread around him in a halo. it's almost a jarring image, contradictory in its own right - his face belongs to that of of a young master, maybe, the type beautiful and elegant enough to waste his days away in flower gardens, but his body is that of the hardened soldier that gu yun really is.
when wrath hesitates, her touch delicate, gu yun presses into her fingertips. it's a nonverbal acceptance, a motion forward - go on. there's nothing that gu yun is ashamed of. he's earned every mark on him, each one a reminder of a battle won, of another day that the black iron camp keeps its place as great liang's defenders, as the marquis of order keeps order in his home.
it's also a strange sensation, though not a bad one - just one he hasn't quite gotten used to. parts of the nerves are dead, here, but his oversensitivity makes the line between nothing and a lot blurry, and gu yun lets his head tilt back and his eyes close, for the moment luxuriating in the attention, as he arches up into the touch as if being drawn by a string, and lets his hands drop back down to her hips, again, squeezing a little tighter when she brushes against a spot he likes, hips twitching up mostly out of instinct. ]
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[ he can't help but laugh too, like a gremlin, because he is one! though, he sent law out earlier, with the explicit instruction not to come back for a while (sexiled), so, alas, it's not meant to be.
some part of gu yun's clearly pleased as he figures out the answer to his smoking hair question - this must be where the twitching came from - and though his mouth briefly lifts into a smile, he just acknowledges it with a quietly amused noise and focuses his attention strictly on wrath, instead. she took his first kiss, at the very beginning of the week, showed him how easy it is to kiss someone and just melt along onto it, and gu yun picks up right where they left off, the kiss itself slow, languid and easy. her hand feels good in his hair, too - it's silky soft and pin straight for her reference, and he can just faintly feel the warmth radiating off of her even from there.
similarly, the longer his hands stay on her skin, the warmer they get. seems like a fair compromise. as the kiss deepens, he takes that guidance for what it is, catching the hem of her shirt as asked in the palm of his hand and curling his fingers. he lifts up, other hand moving with it up bare skin instead, and, breaks off the kiss slow, as he's about to pull it over her head. ]
A part of me wondered if you were all just naked under these things. [ the mischief in his voice is as clear as a bell even if he's speaking just loud enough to be heard, as if that silly, flirtatious tease is some sort of secret - that implies maybe they could be - before he's pulling the shirt up and over her head, tossing it off to the side of the bed to retrieve later.
fufu. that's better. gu yun glances up again, briefly taking in the picture presented - and a moment later, licks his lips, then ducks in to kiss her again. despite having almost no experience, gu yun (currently) has two working eyes and a whole lot of confidence, and seems to fall very, very easily into the role of flirty, sexy, flower of the northwest. he knows how people tick.
now, working with a lot of bare skin, he finds the cracks of warmth at her ribcage and chases them, dextrous and quick, exploring every inch that isn't likely where she wants before he finds his way up to bring his palms to her chest, and arch forward himself, pressing them closer together - that part's out of pure instinct, the want to get closer, too. ]
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[what does THAT mean, wrath. she's not planning on explaining necessarily either, stroking her fingers through his hair. it's soft, and she likes the feel of it between her fingers. it's a sensation she can't get enough of, like standing barefoot in the grass on a sunny day, like sinking into a warm bath. it's intimate. she missed intimate, and it curls up in her chest and almost makes her choke with it. he's teasing her and joking around, and she loves that, because it's centering. she won't get overwhelmed this way. or, at least, she won't be overwhelmed in a bad way.
he breaks the kiss, and she giggles, getting both of her hands in his hair just to touch. maybe to pull lightly.]
Next time I will be. [she tells him, and then he's kissing her again and she sighs out slow and breathy against his mouth, arching into his hands. she is just a little ticklish, so she squirms when his fingers dart across her skin, but when they finally settle on her chest, she bites his bottom lip. there, that's good, she likes that.]
Not sure why you're not naked right now. [she says, half against his mouth, unwilling to move away.] Going to make me work for it, huh?
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way later when he's thinking with his brain and not any other part of his anatomy. the light pull in his hair feels good, prickling at the top of his scalp and down, and he hums a noise along with it, half affirming what she's said, half because it's nice when her teeth scrape his lip, too. there's a brief moment that he breaks away when wrath says so - next time i will be - and gu yun lifts his gaze to meet hers, eyes dark, mouth curled up into a gleeful looking smile just at the idea. ]
A secret just for us, hm? [ nice. another kiss - a peck, first, another, a squeeze of his palm. ] I like it.
[ very much. (some part of him knows he might not even be able to see it, and that's - that's something to keep for later, tucked away in the back of his mind.) ] Best not to do it when something important's happening - [ like a trial, he cant say because its only week one but thats exactly what he's implying, ] and we can't slip away.
[ the implication of distraction there is very purposeful - that grin of his goes a little devilish before he kisses wrath again. being sensitive goes both ways, especially here, because he's feeling for wrath's every reaction, the way her breath might catch, the way her body arches into his hands. like ever, gu yun learns on the fly, strokes the callouses of his palm in a circle and pulls his other hand off to brace it at her back instead, keeping them close.
the last comment comes when he gives an experimental, instinctual roll of his hips, and is immediately rewarded with the warm burn of friction - gu yun's lashes flutter at the way it feels when her lips move against his, before his mouth curls back into that smirk of his. ]
Can't I play a little hard to get, Wrath? [ the exaggerated way he says this makes it clear he
remembers it from their last conversation about her even taking her hood off in the first place??? what a gremlin! he is so clearly teasing, though, eyes glittering with playful laughter, and he shifts where he's sitting to push his shoulders back a little, starting to pull his hands away from her body to at least undo the ties holding his robe shut. ]
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her ears go pink at the tips, and she bites his lip again as punishment for - what, making her feel good? wrath, please.]
Mm, well. You wouldn't know, would you. You're going to have to be wondering every time you see me. [she teases. he leans back just enough to fiddle with the ties of his robe, and she rocks back in his lap, deliberately, grinding against him just to get a reaction.
as for playing hard to get, she just gives him a pouty look, and watches him for about .2 seconds before she's got her hands on his robes as well, aiming to get him naked as fast as she possibly can. wrath is not and has never been a patient person; it's why waiting a week in and of itself has been an exercise.]
Off. [she says, bossily.]
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...though... you're just going to have to be wondering sends something warm curling down his spine; gu yun's voice drops, low and soft, the words more pressed against her lips than verbalized with that grind. ] I will be.
[ yeah!! really hard not to be! hot
with a huff of a laugh, he doesn't seem to mind the hands in his robes, though. gu yun pulls himself away from kissing her and lets the silk fall away from his shoulders so he's at least topless. if wrath was paying attention during the trial, with the strip check, it won't be anything particularly new, but if not - gu yun is covered in scars, nearly every inch of his torso some form of them. some are tiny and old, pockmarks, shrapnel marks, some came from knives or swords, and some are unidentifiable. the most massive is a scar that stretches from the base of his neck down and under his chest, like someone had cut him in half and sewn him back together, the skin there gnarled and dead. there's a series of fading marks down it, too, now blending in with the time that had passed.
it doesn't seem to bother him any, though. divested of his shirt, at least, gu yun presses close to her again, arching up into the grind of her hips and pressing a kiss to her mouth, to her jaw, finding those warm lines and kissing them, wet and warm, the scrape of teeth finding one down her neck, too. his hands go right back to wandering once he's out of his sleeves, too, stroking down her back, bracing, and then right back to where he started at her chest, fingertips quick and clever. (and thankfully, no longer cold.) ]
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she gets - distracted, though. she hadn't been paying attention during the strip check, which is why she gets stuck looking at the scars. not because they scare her or disgust her, not at all, but because there's so many, because he really is a tank, setting himself up to take this sort of damage in the first place. he might catch the look on her face as she sees, something soft and a little concerned, but she doesn't say anything, just closes her eyes and lets him kiss her jaw. breathes out heavy and heated at the teeth against her neck, head tilted to the side to give him better access. her pulse - her pulse, she thinks giddily, she's alive - kicks up a quicker, steadier beat as his warm hands rest against her chest again. this time she has skin to explore in return.
she wants to let him do what he wants with her, but first, she's pushing him back a little, laying him out so she can trace her fingers along every scar on his torso. light, delicate touch, like she's afraid she's going to hurt him somehow. she only hesitates for a split second before she's dragging her fingers along that long scar that reaches from neck to chest.
her ear flicks. she's very focused on seeing which parts of him are the most sensitive.]
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....speaking of, if he catches that look of concern, gu yun has nothing to say about it.
ultimately, he lets wrath push him back, dropping backwards onto his elbows before laying back entirely, a picture of pale skin and dark hair like ink spread around him in a halo. it's almost a jarring image, contradictory in its own right - his face belongs to that of of a young master, maybe, the type beautiful and elegant enough to waste his days away in flower gardens, but his body is that of the hardened soldier that gu yun really is.
when wrath hesitates, her touch delicate, gu yun presses into her fingertips. it's a nonverbal acceptance, a motion forward - go on. there's nothing that gu yun is ashamed of. he's earned every mark on him, each one a reminder of a battle won, of another day that the black iron camp keeps its place as great liang's defenders, as the marquis of order keeps order in his home.
it's also a strange sensation, though not a bad one - just one he hasn't quite gotten used to. parts of the nerves are dead, here, but his oversensitivity makes the line between nothing and a lot blurry, and gu yun lets his head tilt back and his eyes close, for the moment luxuriating in the attention, as he arches up into the touch as if being drawn by a string, and lets his hands drop back down to her hips, again, squeezing a little tighter when she brushes against a spot he likes, hips twitching up mostly out of instinct. ]