[Their shared anticipation is a palpable thing in the air around them. He can feel it prickling under his skin and singing in his blood. Her whisper of please burrows into him and his heart curls around it like a dragon's serpentine body around its hoard. Nikolai has always possessed this hunger for affection, this need to be wanted and necessary and whatever else would keep people by his side. The dragon now enmeshed with his being only exacerbates this need, drags it to the surface and breathes new life into its lungs.
So he kisses Konoha in the way one breathes air, steady and without surcease. He leans into her, shifting onto his knees for better leverage, heels folded under his seat. He holds her face in both hands.]
Let me...
[Murmuring, spilling the words against her lips. Echoes of the declaration that led them here to this bed. He turns his head from her lips only to lick the dribble of her milk from his fingertips.]
Let me treat you... [Kissing one corner of her mouth, then the other.] ...The way you deserve.
[His hands fan over the sides of her neck and follow the slope of her strong shoulders, pushing her loosened kimono the rest of the way off. Half of his mind is on the skirt tied over her rump, but that would come in its own turn. Through touch he surveys her full breasts, her hard muscles blending into equine breast. He strokes her fine coat, coasting over her equine shoulders, to reassure her that he isn't afraid of the less familiar parts of her body. His eyes find hers again.]
How should we...?
[A soft laugh curls his lip. He might need some instruction here...]
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So he kisses Konoha in the way one breathes air, steady and without surcease. He leans into her, shifting onto his knees for better leverage, heels folded under his seat. He holds her face in both hands.]
Let me...
[Murmuring, spilling the words against her lips. Echoes of the declaration that led them here to this bed. He turns his head from her lips only to lick the dribble of her milk from his fingertips.]
Let me treat you... [Kissing one corner of her mouth, then the other.] ...The way you deserve.
[His hands fan over the sides of her neck and follow the slope of her strong shoulders, pushing her loosened kimono the rest of the way off. Half of his mind is on the skirt tied over her rump, but that would come in its own turn. Through touch he surveys her full breasts, her hard muscles blending into equine breast. He strokes her fine coat, coasting over her equine shoulders, to reassure her that he isn't afraid of the less familiar parts of her body. His eyes find hers again.]
How should we...?
[A soft laugh curls his lip. He might need some instruction here...]