digitizedsouls | (psl) we all got secrets, so are you gonna keep it

[Hilda may be mesmerized by him, but not so muchso that she's lost herself in all of this. And certainly not to the degree that she intends to be passive about her wants and needs. She's not above being a pillow queen with lesser men who want to "dominate" her, but Kaeya isn't those men. He's all of her vices made flesh. She'd be remiss if she gave him any less than her unfiltered self.

His hand in her hair causes her to shiver a little. It's gentle, but she knows from experience that it won't be for long. The anticipation of not knowing when the change in how he's holding her will happen adds a delightful thrill to what he's told her to do.]

Gladly~ ♪

[Now that Hilda has gotten what she wanted (for the moment), she's happy to take her time and tease. She starts by slowly running her tongue up the length of him, circling it around the head before pressing her lips to it in a feather-light kiss. The entire time, her gaze is fixated up at him, drinking in his every reaction.]

[ Neither is Kaeya so caught up in the notion of control as to be unyielding. She wouldn’t be Hilda without a hint of mischief in her, even with her wound up and flush with desire, and he loves it when she teases him.

The warm, wet slide of her tongue over his length draws a shuddering sigh out of him. He’s been focusing on her until this point, picking at her frayed edges to slowly pull her apart, so his own desires have been left unaddressed. Even the teasing attentions of her tongue are enough to stoke the fire in him hotter. His eye slips shut, fingers curling in her hair - still just holding, albeit a bit tighter now. Her lips alight on the tip of his cock, kissing away the bead of moisture gathering there, and he breathes out another laugh. ]

Enjoying yourself?

[ He certainly is. ]

[Hilda takes a moment to lick the bit of his moisture from her lips before responding. There's no audience for it--his eye is closed, so he can't see her--but that sort of detail generally doesn't stop her in times like these.]

Of course I am.

[She runs the fingers of one hand up the inside of his thigh, taking the opportunity to just drink in the sight of him. She's a lucky woman indeed, getting to look up at him and watch the effect she's having.]

You're breathtaking, you know.

[Compliments like this from Hilda usually come with a price. They are her most effective tool for manipulation, forcing a social expectation of reciprocation that she immediately takes advantage of to get what she wants. Kaeya's watched her do it countless times in the time they've know each other. She even does it to him, although in his case it's generally the stepping off point of an insincere repartee between them that ends in a 'you owe me.'

But that's not the case here. In this moment, the compliment is nothing more than admiration.

She begins anew, this time taking him wholly into her mouth and slowly lowering herself down his shaft.]

[ He can certainly imagine what she’s doing, and cracks his eye open in time to see her tongue pass over her lips. Lovely. Another little moan slips out of him as her fingers trace along his leg, painting trails of fire over lean muscle and tan skin. ]

Mm, I think that’s my line.

[ So few things that pass Kaeya’s lips these days are genuine. He gives out compliments and niceties where they’re needed to make his job easier, whether that’s by befriending the townsfolk or the bandits that plague them. His charm and clever words are simply tools.

But in these moments, he means what he says, words driven by heat and alcohol and a certain sense of being able to bear the unpleasant parts of himself to another person without fear of retribution. Hilda is gorgeous down on her knees, half undressed with her lips on him. ]

Gods, Hilda.

[ Now his grip in her hair tightens to pull, just a bit, with impatience. The way she takes him in is so sweet but so very slow, the heat of her mouth enveloping him in a way that’s liable to drive him crazy. ]

[It's telling, and more than a little damning on both of their parts, that they're most honest with each other when they've been drinking and find themselves sexually intertwined. In these moments, it's almost as if this means something.

Which it doesn't.

The impatient pull of her hair causes her to make a choked noise around him, although to her credit she doesn't gag, and the pads of her fingers dig into his thigh. The sting spreads down from her scalp to become a delicious shiver down her spine, and goddess does she want him to do it again. She doesn't want it to be a punishment, however--so she dutifully starts moving her mouth up and down on him, taking him as deeply as her throat and will allow.

She'll ask him to pull her hair some more later as a reward. Or for something equally rough and delightful.]

[ No, no, certainly not. None of this means anything, and just because he’s honest with her about her looks, about the way she sates some animal need in him, does not mean that there’s anything deeper about this relationship.

Anyone with eyes - or, well, an eye - could see she’s attractive, with her clothes or without them. Kaeya isn’t so steeped in lies that he can’t state simple facts.

There’s only a slight hitch in the way she takes him in, brought by his fingers tightening in her hair. He doesn’t loosen his grip, but he does let her continue to set her own pace, and it’s well worth it once she starts to find a rhythm. Every pass of her mouth turns his blood molten, sets his heart thundering in his ears. He lets his head fall back again, basking in the pleasure she stokes higher and higher with her oh-so-clever tongue. ]

Haah, good. You’re so good...

[ She’s clearly well on her way to earning that reward. He can’t say in the moment that he’s aware of just what she wants, but he does know what she likes, and he’s sure to give it to her. ]

[There are few things Hilda likes so much as being praised, especially for something she's put effort into and knows she's good at. She so rarely puts her all into everything, so recognition of her capabilities is a prized and unusual occurence--usually, she's being lectured about squandering her potential.

Not that she can exactly put 'good at giving head' on any publicly-available list of accomplishments. But Kaeya thinks it's good, his compliments bolstered by the tight hold he still has on her hair, and that's what matters. The satisfaction sits pleasantly in her core, almost as arousing as when he was the one leaving her breathless before. While it's tempting to slip a hand between her own legs to wind herself up further, she behaves herself and resists the urge.

She keeps her pace a bit longer before she comes up for air, swirling her tongue around the tip of him before pulling back entirely. He's not left hanging for very long--she takes him into her hand and strokes him slowly and steadily as she leans in to press a warm, wet kiss to his inner thigh. Were it up to her, she would peel off her remaining layers and climb up him without a second's hesitation.

But it isn't, so she has to request it.]

I want you to fuck me, Kaeya. Please.

[The word "fuck," hard and vulgar and uncommon from her lips, implies exactly how she wants him to go about it.]

[ Every pass of her mouth winds him tighter and tighter, leaving him teetering on the edge of snapping as breathless fractions of words and small sounds of approval topple from his lips. It’s probably a testament to just how well the know one another that she pulls away when she does – careful not to push him too far, which saves him the trouble of stopping her. There’s still plenty of fun to be had, yet.

His eye flutters open and he gazes down, watching her curl her fingers around him and dip her head to lavish a kiss upon his leg. ]

Gorgeous.

[ It slips out before he can think better of it, but he can hardly help himself when faced with such a lovely sight beneath him.

Hilda isn’t often so crass, but it does put a certain image in mind – one that makes his pulse jump in delight and anticipation. The please is just the cherry on top. ]

Is that what you want?

[ He purrs, fingers curling tighter in her hair and giving it a tug to force her head back. He wants her eyes on him, her lovely throat bared like he’s a predator moving in for the kill. His tongue passes over his lips, hungry. ]

I think you’re wearing too many clothes for that, don’t you?

[She hears the word, and smiles into the skin on his thigh in response, but otherwise doesn't call attention to it. Like most of what happens when they're like this, the compliment is to be appreciated in the moment and nothing more. Besides, she doesn't want him thinking she's going soft and mushy on him, flustered by a single word. That's not what this is.

Instead, when she looks up she makes sure he sees the smile she wants him to see, a cheshire-cat grin that's more appropriate for a woman who's asking to be absolutely destroyed by her partner.]

It's what I need.

[Hilda visibly winces when he pulls her head back, letting go of him practically out of reflex, but the look in her eyes is no less eager and filled with want. There's also the barest hint of uncertainty at what he's going to do to her now that he's been handed the reins. She's entirely at his mercy, especially after pleading him to do his worst, and she doesn't trust him.

That's part of the thrill of this.]

I was hoping you would start by doing something about that.

[ He catches that little hint of uncertainty in her eye, a half-heartbeat of a moment where she doesn’t know what to expect and if she’ll regret throwing herself at his feet, and it thrills him. Something dark unfurls in his chest to flutter against his ribs, a sharp coldness in contrast to the ardent heat of desire.

A wicked edge makes its home in the way he looks at her, curving his lips in a predatory smile. ]

Were you?

[ His voice is almost painfully casual, light and airy and sitting entirely at odds with his expression. His free hand dips down, magic on his fingertips to paint a frigid line along her jaw, thumb brushing over her lips, while he mulls over her request.

At last, he seems to tire of toying with her and untangles his fingers from her hair. The hand that still rests beneath her jaw urges her upward – she’s being given permission to stand, and once she does, his fingers curl against the side of her face as he swoops in to kiss her. There’s something borderline possessive in the way he does it – she might not need the reminder right now that she’s his to do what he wants with, but he gives it anyway.

Somewhere in the storm of teeth and lips and wandering hands, the clasp of her bra comes loose, and he steps back just a little to pull it away from her. ]

[Hilda isn't unaware of the icier parts of Kaeya, although she has no idea how deeply it goes. She's sure that's by design, and quite frankly she's just fine not interrogating it. In this moment, all that means is that the shift in his gaze doesn't go unmissed, and when she shivers from his touch she's not entirely sure if it's the cold, anticipation, or some subconscious, carnal relative to fear. Most likely, it's a combination of the three. The cause of the sensation doesn't matter. She loves it all the same.

The frigidity of his touch feels much more so against flushed skin, and Hilda slowly takes a deep breath and releases it in response. Her eyes never leave him as he considers, and she simply nods in response to his question. When he finally, finally makes his decision on how he'd like to proceed, she doesn't hesitate when he nudges her upward. It's permission, but more than that it's a silent command: stand up. She stands.

Absolute deference. It's something she shows to Kaeya and Kaeya alone. And even then, only rarely.

He descends upon her, enveloping and all-consuming, and Hilda is suddenly acutely aware of how much taller he is. The difference is to his advantage, helping him to hold her in place in case she gets it into her head to pull away. Which, of course, she wouldn't dream of doing--his reminder is received, clearly and gladly. A particularly sharp bite to her neck draws a growl from her, in case Kaeya had any doubts as to whether she's having a good time being his toy.

It's almost a pity when he pulls back to remove her bra, glad as she is to be rid of the garment as he pulls it down her arms and tosses it aside to who-cares-where.]

Goddess, Kaeya.

[Her voice is little more than breath, pleased and a touch reverant. She steps in to close the distance between them once more, pressing herself flush against him, skin against skin without any troublesome fabric in the way... on top, anyway.]

Are you planning on removing everything, or do I have to wait a bit longer?

[ There’s no way for him to know how Hilda behaves with the other people she drags to bed on occasion, and frankly he doesn’t really care. She goes where she’s guided, following his silent commands easily and to the letter, and that’s all he cares about. What she does with the rest of her life is her business, but right here, right now, she belongs to him, and they both know it.

He spares a moment to admire her, nearly bare, skin flushed, with darkening marks on her neck and shoulders. This time, he thinks it rather than says it, but she truly is gorgeous. Just as quickly as she left it, she’s in his space, too-warm skin against too-warm skin. ]

That is the question, isn’t it?

[ His words are little more than a sigh as he gathers her hair in deft fingers to once again draw it away from her neck. His lips ghost over her skin, while the fingers of his free hand draw a line along her side, over her ribs, her shoulder, to follow the slope of her breast. ]

I wonder if you’ll fall apart if I keep teasing you.

[Hilda tilts her head away from where Kaeya moves her hair aside, elongating her neck to allow him access. His approach this time is light, the ghost of lips and breath on irritated skin causing her to shiver and hum softly with approval. The difference in roughness is no reprieve--he's toying with her with this just as much as when he was biting at her--but nor does she really want it to be.

She warps her arms loosely around his waist, tracing a light, twirling pattern along the small of his back.]

I just might. I'm very delicate, you know.

[That's a lie, as always, and she can't even say it in its entirety without the giveaway of her lips curling into a knowing smile. There's no one to fool here.]

But if that's what you want to do, there's nothing I can do to stop you.

Very delicate.

[ He echoes with a laugh. That’s perhaps her favorite joke to make in any circumstance, and they are both well-aware of the truth of her strength.

There are another few moments where he toys with her, lips and teeth painting a trail over the line of her neck. Yes, he thinks he very much wants to keep teasing her. For as much as his own desire burns in him, bright and white hot, he knows some part of him won’t be satisfied until she’s begging to have him inside her. ]

Couch.

[ It isn’t a request. The second she’s there – and she will surely go where she’s told to go – he puts a hand on her shoulder to ease her back onto the cushions so he can slip her skirt and her panties off her hips, at long last leaving her completely bare. He hangs back after tossing her clothes aside to join the growing pile on the floor, just admiring her, his eye tracing her every curve with no small amount of appreciation.

He settles onto the cough between her legs, as fingertips alight on her thigh to travel up, up, up, until he’s once again sliding his fingers over her folds and circling around her clit with a touch so light it’s barely there. ]

What do you want?

[Sometimes it's not a joke. There are people who believe the act. It's just that Kaeya was never one of them, even before he got to know her and her capabilities. Liars have a way of seeing through one another that way.

Hilda doesn't even second guess sitting down on the couch when ordered to, nor does she resist when he pushes her back onto it and removes the last of her clothing. The roaming of his gaze causes her to shift her weight a little in reaction to it It's not that she's worried she'll be found wanting--she knows for damn sure that he likes what he sees, even if it weren't so patently obvious in his expression--so much as she has no idea what ideas are running through his head. This is almost as much of a tease as when his hands and mouth were all over her.

Finally, he moves in and goes back to teasing her in earnest, and she rolls her hips up into his touch in response. Goddess, his touch isn't even close to enough. And he knows it.]

I don't suppose you'll be satisfied if I just said "you," huh?

[The quip and accompanying smile are almost pathetic, undercut by how breathy her voice suddenly is and how badly she needs this. Now that he's upon her like this, touching and directing her, his plans are largely demystified: he wants her to beg for it. She's well past the point of having too much pride to do so.]

I want you to take me by the hips and fill me with that cock of yours. I want you to pound into me until you're spent. And I want to feel it tomorrow.

[She rolls her hips into his hand again, this time a bit more pointedly.]

Please, Kaeya. I need this.

[ There are a great many things he enjoys about being with Hilda, and just about the time he decides that this or that is his favorite part, their encounter progresses further, and he finds something new to call his favorite. Perhaps, at the end of the day, his favorite part of being with Hilda, of slowly unraveling her until she’s needy and writhing beneath him, is simply Hilda.

But that would be ridiculous, and far too close to something like affection for his liking.

He has half a mind to tease her further, to touch and stroke until she can’t see straight with want, but she asks for him – begs, like he wanted her to – like that and he can’t help the way those words strike right at his core, sending a roll of warmth through his whole body, cock twitching in anticipation. His patience, he decides, is suddenly spent – because as much as he wants her to want him, there’s no denying he wants her too. ]

Well, since you asked so nicely.

[ Hands come to rest on her hips, long fingers curling into fair skin with no semblance of gentleness. He lets his desire run rampant for a moment, making his movements rough and quick – but he does what she asks. He digs his fingers into her hips as he positions himself and he takes her then and there, burying himself in her heat with a snap of his hips. Her warmth hugs him tight, and he groans with how good it feels. ]

Fuck, Hilda.

[Kaeya is just as gentle as Hilda wants him to be, which is to say that he's not gentle at all. She's not sure they've ever done this without at least a little bit of roughness, as if pointedly divorcing it from anything that might be mistaken for an honest feeling. The sex is better that way, hot and heavy and uncomplicated. They like each other more than well enough to keep doing this, and that's all that matters.]

Ahh--

[He's inside of her with a quick thrust of his hips, and fuck the way he fills her feels amazing. Add that with the the sound of him groaning and saying her name like that, and she moans deeply in response. Her legs wrap around him, pulling him in tighter with strength that would be surprising if he didn't know better, and she reaches an arm above her head to brace herself on the arm of the couch behind her. Inevitably, she'll need the leverage when he starts really pounding into her.

(Goddess, she wants to kiss him. It's an urge she quickly pushes back.)]

J-just like that...

[Her free arm snakes itself behind his neck, loosely holding onto him there.]

Please.

[The word has done wonders to get him to act, and she'll say it as many times as he wants to hear it.]

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[ Oh, but he does kiss her, bending over her to claim her lips, open-mouthed and hungry. She’s been so good for him, after all, and what’s the harm in a little reward? He stays like that for a bit, kissing and biting and simply tasting her with her heat wrapped so deliciously tight around him.

Damn, it’s good. ]

Mm. Of course, Princess.

[ He breathes it out against the line of her jaw, voice low and wicked. She knows just what to say to get him to do what she wants, and when they’re like this, please is at the top of the list. He starts to shift his hips, slight movements at first, but soon enough he straightens and renews his grip on her own hips as he starts to thrust in earnest.

She told him she wanted to feel this in the morning, and he makes sure that she will. There’s nothing gentle about the way he fucks her, once he finds a rhythm he goes hard, like there’s something in him desperate that’s to get out, shaking loose with every thrust of his hips, every wet slap of skin on skin. His nails dig into her hips, and more than once he swoops down to clamp his teeth down on her skin or crash their mouths together in a bruising kiss.

She’s his and she won’t soon forget it, if he has anything to say about it. ]

[He's so rough with her that it hurts, pain mixing with the pleasure of how he's hitting something inside of her just so with his thrusts. Hilda relishes all of it--the sting of his nails digging into her skin, the desperate pounding of his hips, the biting and the way he kisses her so hard that she forgets to breathe. Yes, she'll definitely feel this tomorrow and see all the marks he's left as he devours her. And she'll remember how it all happened, and convince herself that she's not already yearning for when he does it again.

(After she does it to him first, of course. It's no fun if she simply gives in every time, and it wouldn't kill him to be taken down a peg or three.)

A tight, building heat winds itself at her core as he has his way with her until it suddenly snaps, her moans and half-coherent encouragements turning into a cry that's just shy of a scream. She clings to him tightly, inside and out, as she climaxes and lets herself ride the waves of ecstasy that come with it.

She's his, and good goddess is belonging to him wonderful.]

[ They’re both lost in the swirling storm of sensations, heat and pain and pleasure all colliding and twining together in a way that makes every part of him burn with it. He might not come away from this peppered with bruises and red, angry marks the way Hilda will, but he will most certainly remember it.

He can tell by the look on her face, and the way her words lose their shape and meaning that she’s getting close, and his relentless pace doesn’t stop. He wants to drive her to the brink, hear her lovely cries as she comes tight around him – and when she does finally topple over the edge, she does not disappoint. The way she practically screams is sweet music to his ears, and her fingers dig into his skin so hard he thinks he might end up with some bruises after all.

All the better, really. It’s only fair that both of them come away with a memento.

Even through her climax, he doesn’t stop, and rides that wave right along with her as she squeezes him tight, muscles rippling with pleasure, and he thinks for a moment he might go mad with how good it feels. ]

Haah, Hilda, you feel so good…

[ There are no more words after that, at least nothing coherent, as he chases his own release. The motion of his hips loses all sense of rhythm as the heat that’s been burning in him crests and sparks and flashes white-hot, pleasure rocking his whole body as he finally spends himself. He isn’t nearly so loud as she had been, but he still moans with it, until at last the waves of fire subside.

He slumps over her a bit, hands coming away from her hips to brace himself against the couch as he just takes a moment to breathe. ]

[The quiet that follows, only interrupted by their heavy breathing, is the most dangerous part of this whole affair. Hilda is spent and satisfied, trapped under a man that she happens to like very much, and if she's not careful she might say something she'll regret. The last thing she wants to do is give Kaeya the wrong idea about what this is. It's great sex, no more, no less. It doesn't mean anything.

That fact is easy to forget in the afterglow, sometimes.

Finally, when she's certain she has things under control, she lets herself relax enough to laugh lightly.]

Ow.

[Yeah, she's going to feel this tomorrow. Probably the day after, too.]

You really went all out. Remind me to wring your neck a bit next time to make up for it, okay?

[She's kidding. Mostly.]

[ It’s for similar reasons he doesn’t dare open his eye as he bends over her, panting and warm and sated. It’s one thing to call her gorgeous and lavish her with praise in the heat of the moment - it’s a part of the game, that way - but in the moments after? Perish the thought.

She breaks the silence first, and the careful distance between whatever they are and any genuine sort of emotions reasserts itself. He chuckles, breathless. ]

You did ask for it.

[ He musters up the will to move at last, easing away from her as he slowly pulls out and flops back against the opposite end of the couch. One of his hands comes up to brush his hair out of his face. ]

But I won’t say no if you want to return the favor next time. [ And there will certainly be a next time. ] Provided you can get the upper hand, that is.

[Once Kaeya is off of her, Hilda sits up and stretches. She's sure she looks like an absolute mess, and already some of her muscles are screaming at the way they've been treated over the course of all of this. Nevermind the abuse her poor skin has gone through, with tender splotches covering her neck and shoulders. There is definitely some self-pampering in her future.

In a minute. When she's ready to get up. For now, she reaches over to the coffee table, takes what's left of his drink, and finishes it like a shot. He stole hers earlier, so it's only fair.]

Oh, I will. I have incentive to now.

[The wink she gives him is a promise that next time, she intends to do her worst.]

Are you staying, or no?

[It's a casual invitation, not an expectation that he should stay. Sometimes one or the other will be too tired (or drunk) to leave. Staying at the other's place is practical, especially given Hilda's preference that people avoid things that might get them killed. And even when one spends the night, it's never together--the guest will sleep on the couch or a guest bed. They're not a couple, so there's no reason to actually sleep in the same place.

Even if Kaeya does choose to stick around, she knows he'll be gone before she wakes up tomorrow. That suits her just fine.]

[ She does look a mess, a tapestry of bruises and red welts left by nails and teeth. Kayea can’t help but take a moment to admire his handiwork, and that, coupled with her promise for revenge on their next encounter, sends a quiet thrill through him. His body is too tired and spent to do anything about it, but the thought is certainly there, and will remain to keep him company for a long while. ]

Mm. I think I’ll be going, if it’s all the same to you.

[ Not that he has anywhere pressing to be, but sometimes their couplings push the boundaries of just what they are to each other, and Kaeya finds it easier to retreat for a bit of distance than to try his luck. He likes Hilda very much, and in those moments after, when they’re both warm and satisfied and coming down from the high, he can almost imagine that his frozen heart is capable of something like love.

It’s dangerous. Too dangerous, and yet they both keep coming back for more.

With a languid stretch, Kaeya hauls himself off the couch to begin to gather his things, sliding on discarded items of clothing as he finds them. ]

Give your boytoy my regards next time you see him. That really was some fine vodka.

Suit yourself.

[It's just as well. This way, she can clean herself up and wind down without the distraction of him here. The games they play are dangerous indeed, and with some distance they'll be able to lie to themselves for that much longer.

Hilda doesn't rise from the couch quite as quickly as he does, but eventually she forces herself to so that she doesn't just fall asleep right there. At the very least, she needs a shower. She's debating if she also wants to draw a bath and soak for a little while too, although the need for sleep may postpone that but of pampering until tomorrow.]

I'll be sure to let him know it was enjoyed. [She gives him a smile, easy and careless as anything, as she scoops up her clothes and grabs the glasses off of the coffee table.] Drive safe.

[With that last bit of well-wishing, she gives a wave and starts her retreat into her own space, stopping to drop the glasses off in the kitchen sink along the way.

There's no need to see him out. She's too tempted to say something warm and nice as a goodbye, and neither of them want that.]

(psl) we all got secrets, so are you gonna keep it

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