(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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[indolentaxe]

[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.]

[cicle]

[ 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.]

[cicle]

[ 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.]

[cicle]

[ 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.]