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

[indolentaxe]

Everybody’s got something they're hiding
And the best secrets are the ones you don’t keep

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[ 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.

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[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. ]

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[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.]

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[ 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. ]

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[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.]

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[ 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.

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[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.]

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[ 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.

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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.]