SERAPHIM DIAS | ORIGINAL

[majestyofthethrone]

Character: Seraphim Dias
Canon: Original
Game: ataraxion

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[majestyofthethrone]

[She laughs, not mockingly, and she leans up, her mouth against his ear. It takes her getting on her tiptoes to accomplish his, pulling herself up a bit against him.]

Please, let me have you, let me feel you, no one else is going to make this good for me - you know who I am, how much of a slut I am for you, so please, make me feel it-

[She uses the hand palming at him and turns it on herself, opening herself up-]

I'm hot, just for you, Sirius-

[doggedly]

[Better, he thinks, almost imperiously, even as he shivers a little. She's good at this, she's too good, for a girl that said she doesn't go around with a lot of guys--but he doesn't care. Better that she's a slut, like she says, and that word alone makes his fingers twist again, a little, still cruel--

But he can be sweet, too. She wants it, and he could make her wait--but instead he twists to kiss her neck again, hard, and lets his hand slip from her breast--down her front, down to where her fingers have her open. Almost gently, he traces his fingers against her--wet, and warm--]

Is this what you want?

[He mutters it against her throat, but she'll be able to hear it.]

[majestyofthethrone]

[She's had a lot of time, to listen in on people speak, to listen in on girls speak to him, and why he hasn't put that together yet she doesn't know, but it is what it is.

She whimpers against him when she feels his fingers, and moves her hand to palm him again.]

No, this is what I want-

[She can't help but rock her hips a bit, then-]

And I know, I know I don't deserve it, with my dirty blood-

[No, she doesn't believe it. It's ridiculous. But she knows it'll get him going, and she wasn't lying when she said she prefers to feel like a toy than a girlfriend.]

[doggedly]

[His breath catches--would have just from that push forward, from her fingers, on him--but then she keeps talking, that quiet voice, with those words, in her mouth, and that's better than anything.

He pulls his hand away, all at once, pushes her back--she's just against the side of the tub, pinned there, and that's good--he lifts at her hips, pulling her up--his gaze dark, and narrow, studying her face, the want on her face--she wants him, and he grins, possessive and pleased, and lifts her a little more, so he can push, in, one hard thrust, and a little gasp slips from between his teeth despite himself--]

[majestyofthethrone]

[It's funny how it's like a prize for her, for all that he says he's in control, she's managed to make him abandon principles and prejudices for sex, for sex with her, with just a few well-chosen words and the prospect of a game.

Boys are the same everywhere.

She doesn't laugh, though, because then he's pushing into her and she's reaching around to put her arms on his shoulders, to give her the leverage she needs to rock against him, to whimper at the feeling of him. It takes her a moment to get her bearings, to get a rhythm-]

Yes, thank you-

[She adds it with a keen little moan, and there is a bit of a laugh there, pleased and satisfied.]