(psl) so now my dear it's just a matter of time

[indolentaxe]

because you'll soon become my partner in crime, ah, ah
let's go

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[grappleking]

I'll say it all you want, gorgeous.

[There's just a touch more flippancy in his response, but his sincerity is undeniable all the same— for all his impassioned vows to protect her in the past, he feels much the same now, unable to even dream of leaving her wanting for anything, to give her anything less than his all. He's felt that way for so long, he can't imagine it ever being any different.

His own patience is beginning to wear thin, eagerness setting him on edge, but he still manages some restraint as he shifts and aligns himself, his lips ghosting against the soft line of her jaw as the head of his cock teases against her entrance before he pushes past it and pulls one of her legs snugly against his hip, sinking into her inch by inch and letting out a low groan as that sweet, tight heat envelops him.

Goddess. It's going to be hard as hell to keep this slow and steady like he'd wanted.]

[indolentaxe]

[He finally, finally presses into her, and it feels like the perfect culmination of literal years of waiting--even before she even consciously realized she wanted this so badly. He fits inside of her so perfectly, and for a few moments she simply lies there and allows herself to relish the feeling as she answers his groan with a heavy, needy hum.

A few perfect moments pass, and she reaches up to take him by the chin and guide his face back up to hers. Their eyes meet, and Hilda knows in that moment that despite their best efforts to savor this first and special encounter, this is not going to be a slow and steady lovemaking experience. They're too eager, too close, too in love... that they'll lose their patience and simply fuck is a matter of when, not if.

Hilda, for her part, is all the more excited by the realization.

She leans up just enough to kiss him, brief but heavy, before taking his bottom lip in her teeth and giving it a light tug.]

You feel amazing, Baltie.

[Her voice is low, soft, and reverent.]

[grappleking]

[He moans against the curve of her mouth, the catch of her teeth, the splay of her fingers hot against his jawline. He sinks into that kiss easily, brief though it may be, parting his lips to taste her when he can. He's sunken in to his hilt now, allowing himself to enjoy the tight heat of her around him before his patience frays entirely— because he's kidding himself if he thinks this is going to go as planned.

Well. All things considered, he has no complaints. He's been waiting a long time for this, far longer than he's allowed himself to admit until now.]

We haven't even started.

[He attempts to tease her, but he knows precisely what she means; he has yet to give her a single roll of his hips and yet she still feels exquisite, a wave of pleasure rolling through him as he feels her shift just enough to accommodate him. The size disparity between them seems a trivial issue in the moment; there's no resistance or unpleasant friction as he starts to move, muscles pulling tight as he rocks forward to press himself deeper before pulling back to thrust from that same angle to start, his fingers curling to dig into her hip as he keeps her leg pulled against his waist.]

Fuck, Hilda—

[indolentaxe]

[Were it anyone but him, Hilda might feel embarrassed at how she's reacting. Balthus is right; they've barely started, and already she's putty in his hands from how perfectly he fills her. But she's fully aware that the reverse is also true, and there's no small amount of anticipation wound up in all of this as well. They're at the precipice of something sacred and perfect, and from here there's nowhere to go but down.

Goddess, she's excited for the rush of plummeting with him.

He begins to thrust, his hold on her so tight that it's wonderfully painful, and Hilda groans in response.]

Don't hold anything back. Please.

[She wants to feel this tomorrow as a token to remember him by until they're able to see each other again, which is a sentiment that's both heartfelt and deeply, deeply horny.]

[grappleking]

[Some part of him manages to keep the fact that she’s significantly smaller than him in mind as he finds his rhythm; it’s slow and steady to begin with as he works her open, his grip on her tight enough that his fingers will likely leave bruises behind despite his previous efforts to take care, and his pace steadily begins to grow faster as she makes her desires known, a request that sparks something hot and needy in him and pulls a low growl from his throat as he starts to roughly kiss his way down the perfect curve of her soft, sweet-smelling neck.]

You sure about that?

[There’s a rough edge to his voice, proof enough that he’s only barely restraining himself, but the sharp curve of his grin that can be glimpsed between kisses and the extra emphatic thrust of his hips that follows betray the fact that he is absolutely teasing, that he has no plans of holding himself back regardless.]

You’re gonna feel it in the morning–

[He doesn’t think either one of them will be the least bit sorry about it, though. After how long they’ve waited, they both deserve to wake up sore and aching from riding each other until there’s not a shred left of either one of them. They’ll be saying goodbye for awhile, after all– they have to make tonight count.]

You won’t be able to walk once I’m through with you.

[Tomorrow’s Balthus will also quite possibly find himself to be incredibly cringe, but in the moment, it’s worth it.]