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[huntrlx]

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be warned all who pass, this is getting hot and heavy 😌

[idolatrized]

[At a time like this, it feels necessary to look to her for what is okay, what is right, because he fears he'd let her do just about anything to him — with untapped greediness and neediness that he's never been able to properly allow before this moment. He shimmies and helps get his shirt up and over his head, eager to offer anything she wants — if it's the sight of his body, he'll happily oblige. It's nothing she hasn't (accidentally) seen before, is it? A broad chest, defined lines of muscle, patterns that have started reacting to her weight and touch. His heart is beating fast beneath her hand.

Instead of yelling apologies against a bathroom door, she can at least enjoy the sight this time. He tugs at the hem of her shirt in return, his own eyes reflective of the want to see all of her; is this too fast? Is this not fast enough? All he wants to do is study every inch of skin now, find ways to provide pleasure where he'd only shamefully dreamed about it before.

He has to be careful not to lose his human glamour in the heat of the moment, to ruin the building lust with all of the subtlety of a fire getting water poured on it, but his eyes flicker gold regardless.]

🔥

[huntrlx]

[ And what a sight it is.

She doesn’t feel embarrassment or shame or any of those negative feelings that have haunted her for years.

Even the memory of that night when she’d accidentally teleported directly into the bathroom while he was in the shower feels like a distant nightmare she has pretty much forgotten. Now it’s the same greed and want that reflects in Rumi’s darkening eyes when she slowly drags her well manicured nails down the length of his chest, watching the way their patterns speak to each other.

His eyes glint gold and it ignites another new fire, sending heat to pool in her belly.

And then it’s his turn to tug at her shirt, the same oversized and too worn thrifted item she’d been wearing all day at work that doesn’t quite reflect her style but she makes work anyway. She had felt so underdressed for this occasion, but that hardly seems to matter now. She pulls it from the waistband of her jeans and over her head too, leaving her in her bra, arms and her shoulders now bare. It’s the most she’s really exposed of her patterns, even now. The shirt gets chucked to the floor.

She exhales a shaky breath, like she’s waiting for him to say something. ]

[idolatrized]

[Maybe he should be a little self-conscious at how this is all making him feel; one look at her with her shirtless figure and adoring attention and he's practically light-headed from the swell of love and lust. His hands move to clutch the thighs on either side of him, fixated on the lingering sensation where her fingers had ran down his torso. Her patterns shimmer in a way that he can only really picture on her — a sign of her inherent goodness, her power to overcome the worst of what sank him so easily.

He runs a finger across one of the patterns that outline her ribs.]

What a pretty sight.

[Breathless, he scoffs and grins up at her, sliding his hands up and down the sides of her thighs. And then he speaks a simple truth-]

[idolatrized]

... You know if I try to take this bra off you, I'm definitely going to embarrass myself before I get it right.

[This man has never laid hands on a brassiere in his life, Rumi.]

[huntrlx]

[ Rumi goes from feeling overwarm and almost a little self-conscious to what might well be something akin to breathless relief — it comes with the release of a laugh that bubbles up past her lips. She ducks her head with the amusement.

Honestly, trust Jinu to manage a stupid (affectionate) comment in the midst of her own growing self-consciousness. She dips down towards him to catch him in a partial embrace, and to kiss him quickly. Almost more of an affectionate peck, really. ]

Okay. I’ll show you once. [ And if it’s embarrassing, it’ll be shared embarrassment honestly.

She’s already too aware of her body as it is, let alone in a much more intimate setting. But she keeps her voice light. ] But after that, you’ll just have to get used to the practice.

[ Because they’re going to be doing this a lot, as far as she’s concerned. ]

Pay close attention — [ she teases, finding his hands with hers and guiding them towards the clasp in the back.

With her fingers and his, she instructs him on the way the clasps are undone — just a simple twist really — before the simple, black garment (sans lace, alas) falls easily away. ]

There. [ Her voice grows a little soft as the earlier sense of awareness for her nakedness returns almost tenfold, now that she’s fully exposed, her breasts (petite but firm) bare. ] That was easy, right?