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[Her breath catches with a surprised little sound, feeling Lila's hands slide through her fur - oh, wow. That's - nice. It's nicer than she would've ever expected, and maybe it's just because it's Lila, or because no ones touched Mukuro like this ever in this form, or both - that only one person ever touched her before - when she'd first arrived she was so skittish, every time anyone reached for her she flinched, always ready to defend herself, expecting to be hurt - but people just kept proving themselves, that they would be gentle with her, until she craved closeness more than she ever had, and now - she breaks into a dizzy little smile as Lila flicks her tongue against her nose. It's such a sweet, silly gesture. Lila's safe. Always.]

Because you are-- ah--

[She can't help shivering. Something about the way Lila combs through her fur like that, curious and eager - especially when her hands are so warm. She's used to - nothing, really, at most a mild chill when Lila passes through her, this is so different. But even as distracted as she is, her ears flit towards the sound of Lila's voice. Attentive, as always, even feeling completely out of her depth.]

Mmn - m-maybe, but - we're all weird, [Mukuro mumbles, nosing at her, ever affectionate.] 'n it'd be - weird, anyway, I - n-no one's ever-- [thought of her as hot, or cute, or handsome or anything else Lila's ever said, no one's ever cared what Mukuro thought about anything, no one's ever been so nice to her--] e-ever treated me - like you do.

[She lowers her head to bite Lila's opposite shoulder, equally as gentle. Hers, each other's, always - and never, ever a danger to her.]

[No one's ever treated me like you do.]

[Under the pressure of Mukuro's teeth, she shivers, sighs, opens up her heart bit by bit at every brush of skin and fur. This is something she knows, she knows it, she does, truly, it's just . . . it seems so strange. So ridiculous, that nobody wanted Mukuro the way she wants her. Thoroughly, completely, adoringly, with every inch of her body and every ounce of her heart. It doesn't make sense.]

[Teeth worrying lightly at her bottom lip, she shifts, restlessly lifting her hips with every touch Mukuro offers her; her claws trail up the thinner fur on Mukuro's stomach, up her chest, to draw hungry circles on her shoulder. Back down again, exploring with greedy hands as she goes, fingers spread. There's more of Mukuro to discover later, another time, a whole different body, but this is the one under her hands now, and this is the one she wants.]

. . . I'm gonna make it so it's not weird anymore.

[She turns her head and whispers it into the soft shell of Mukuro's ear, breath tickling, parting the fur under her lips.]

I'm gonna make you feel good all the time, so that feels normal. So you know how much I want you, really know it. I want you to be able to feel it when I walk in the room, how hard it is for me to not be touching you. I'm gonna make sure you know how much you're wanted. Okay? I promise.

[She doesn't break promises. Not ever, and especially not this one.]

[She keeps herself well-groomed and soft in general, but the fur along Mukuro's belly is finer than the rest of her coat, almost feathery. She tenses a little under Lila's touch, more out of eagerness than any kind of fear - there's an instinctive thrill with claws against such a vulnerable part of her, but she's not scared. Not now, not of Lila. Never. As those claws trail up, Mukuro arches a little into them, her breaths coming in shallower little pants as the moments tick by.

Lila purring in her ear, oh, god - Mukuro shivers, swallows hard, and nods, dumbly, only able to listen for a few moments before she can manage a response.]

Okay, [she breathes, almost a sigh, reverent and absolutely trusting. She believes her. Of course she believes her. Even if it seems impossible - for anyone to care about her like this, for anyone to want her like this - Lila wouldn't lie to her, and Lila doesn't give up. So - okay. Lila can have her. Anywhere, any time. Mukuro's hers, completely.

A thought occurs to her, slowly, like surfacing through molasses - it's hard to think like this, her mind's hazy, but - they're in the kitchen. Still. It doesn't really matter, especially since Lila doesn't really cook, but - she deserves better, right? To be comfortable, to be pampered. So. She keeps one arm around Lila's middle, slips the other beneath her to keep her supported, and slides down off the island counter, claws clicking onto the tile. Even when she's fully corporeal, it's nothing for Mukuro to carry Lila to her bedroom.]

[Frankly, Lila's forgotten where they are. She doesn't care much. The surface of the kitchen island is cold on her back, but she's so unused to physical sensation that it takes all of her attention to focus on one thing, and Mukuro's physical form, her warmth, her softness, those take all of her attention. She doesn't realize how cold and hard that surface is until Mukuro lifts her off of it.]

[It makes her yelp, the combination of the sudden motion and the warmth and the arm that slides under her for balance. Wrapping her arms around the back of Mukuro's neck by instinct, she buries her face in the fur of her neck to stifle her giggles. By the time they've made it to her room, she's biting gently at the crux of shoulder and neck, not even slightly making it through the ruff but just happy to be making some kind of contact.]

[And then Mukuro lays her down on the bed so gently, like she's some kind of treasure, like she deserves the world and more than the world. Staring up at her, all washed-out color and vulnerability, Lila looks like she's seeing Mukuro for the first time all over again.]

[It kind of feels like it. Even with people she trusts as much as she trusts Mukuro, it's hard not to think things will go a certain way. But Mukuro's treating her like — not like she's breakable, but like she deserves to be protected even though she's titanium.]

[Her chest rises, and she catches her breath, holding it there for long seconds before letting it out again.]

Come here. [Barely audible, whispered and sweet. One ankle hooks around the back of Mukuro's calf.] I want you, so come here.

[The little bites are so sweet, harmless, and even so they make her breath catch every time. It makes her pace and her pulse quicken, rushing and eager, wanting her just as badly as she's wanted, and it's all she can do to keep her movements steady as she lays her down. Mukuro moves immediately, at her command, crawling up to pause above her and gaze back. Just as softly, just as reverent. Despite her monstrous shape, despite the way it surely looks from the outside - this is nothing like a wolf pinning prey. More than anything, she wants Lila to feel safe. She ducks to nose at her again, her own breath coming shallowly, fluttering in nervous anticipation - she's not scared, never, but god, she doesn't want to disappoint.

There's so much she wants to do she's almost dizzy - her first instinct is to kneel and worship her the way Lila deserves, she knows she's good at it, especially now. My, big bad wolf, what a long tongue you have. But she also knows there's a time limit, tick-tick-ticking away. She can't do everything at once. And she knows - Lila wants to be connected, to be close, to feel as much as she can while she can. And Mukuro's been given this fluid form as a gift. Told to use it as she sees fit. Told to enjoy it, and all the things she could never do in her old life. There's one part of her shape-shifting that hasn't been relevant to discuss until now, and even though it's - nerve-wracking, to try this when she's less familiar with this body, at least she knows Lila wants her. Like this, truly and completely. If she's been with boys before, then it isn't an issue, right...?

Besides - it's still not fair. So. With a shaky little breath, she reaches down. Front button and zipper first, then the button clasp over her tail, so she can squirm free of her pants and kick them aside. It's much, much more obvious now in the thin flexible undershorts, but she doesn't hesitate - if she waits she'll lose her nerve, so off they come too, after another moment. It's only then she's able to look back at her, and even without a blush showing through her fur, she's sure it's obvious in the way her ears pin back and her tail curls uncertainly below her. Nervous, vulnerable, but - she's Lila's, all of her and always. As long as Lila wants her. She takes a breath, licks her lips, and tries to speak:]

Is this - okay...?

[A low little rasp, unsure but hopeful. At the very least, the stereotypical fear is not at all on her mind - it's nicely proportionate to the rest of her, and at a bit over six and a half feet tall, that's not really a concern. No, it's the inhuman anatomy she's most self-conscious of - even if Lila's been very accommodating of her wolfishness so far, and it isn't as though it works any differently.]

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[Later, Lila will do something she rarely does and laugh at herself. Because she really never thought about it. Shades are monsters, but in some ways they're wildly different from other monsters; her changes have been focused on shifting from physical to intangible, not changing physical shape. So she's thought about this kind of thing less. She considers it when it's brought up, she thought about it with Komaeda because he was so weird about it, but . . .]

[This never occurred to her. When she's thought about sex with Mukuro — which she has, a lot — she never factored the idea of a significant change in, because they never talked about it and it didn't really matter. It's like she told Komaeda: the exact details aren't the point. She just wants what she wants, and the rest sorts itself out.]

[That doesn't mean she's not surprised, though. It dawns on her slowly, thoughts slow with wanting, lips caught between her teeth as she watches Mukuro pull back a bit and shuck the rest of her clothes off, eyes dragging down her body with every fluid, graceful movement until finally—]

[Her attention snags. Breath catches. The body she so rarely manages contact with responds immediately, flooding her with heat that creeps grayscale up her cheeks and down her chest. She'd stare anyway, she'd be covetous and greedy anyway, but the difference is that she knows what this feels like, more or less, and her body remembers, too.]

[The sound she lets out is soft and pleading and just as involuntary as the way her thighs rub together, squeezing slightly before she nods. Her voice is gravelly, gunsmoke and hunger.]

Yeah. Yeah, that's—

[When she finally manages to look Mukuro in the face again, her pupils are blown, black expanding to the rims of her irises. Lila doesn't get embarrassed about much of anything, and she sure as shit doesn't look embarrassed now. She looks like she knows exactly what she wants, and knows she's going to get it, too.]

You know you're, like, unfairly hot, right? I need you to get that.

[And she needs Mukuro, period. Her ankle snakes insistently around the back of Mukuro's knee. Closer.]

[Oh, that sound. Mukuro's ears flit forwards immediately, the nervous curl of her tail uncoils - and she watches, the way Lila squirms and nods and flushes so prettily for her even in grayscale. It's okay. It's more than okay. Lila wants her, really wants her, even like this. Whether it's despite or because of the form - that doesn't really matter. Not to Mukuro. What matters is living up to Lila's expectations, and that's not a concern anymore.

Because even if she hasn't done this before - with this body, this shape, this person - the wolf knows. It's just like anything else. Whether it's making use of her new long limbs, controlling the tiny muscles in her ears, or processing the data from what felt like brand new senses - the wolf knows, and the instincts are there to guide her. So she moves forward again to cover Lila's body with her own, sinking low on her elbows to feel Lila's curves dip into her fur. She reaches between them, ever careful of her claws - she should have clipped them, or something, but she hadn't known, she could never have guessed - and gently, so gently, she touches her.

She's still smiling to herself, about that compliment. Unfairly hot. That's probably true. It does feel unfair, that someone like her could captivate someone like Lila. Is it selfish, for her to be so grateful for it? And as insistent as Lila's being, she doesn't want to make her wait, but...]

I don't want to hurt you, [she breathes, pulling away from Lila to transfer that slick heat to herself. Even if she's not experienced using this yet, she gets the idea, and she's not completely clueless - it does make her shiver a little, though, the fur along her spine fluffing up a little at the sensation. Oh, wow. She's - going to have to focus. Don't disappoint. Closing her eyes, she noses in again, breathing soft and shallow as she aligns herself.]

[Mukuro's got this way about her that makes Lila forget everything but the rightthissecond, the immediate and present and sensory. They found this out together, the two of them, when Mukuro touched the scar on her throat in the humid heat of a summer night and made her feel just like this. The moment Mukuro leans down over her, everything narrows down to wanting the wolf. She can't think about anything except that Mukuro's so big like this, tall and lanky and long, and she likes that, likes being able to mesmerize someone who can wrap both hands around her waist and pick her up with ease. Fur tickles against every inch of her skin, and she cries out, oversensitive and squirming, but one arm comes up to hook around Mukuro's neck before she gets any ideas.]

[Don't you dare fucking stop.]

[Something else she never thought about, how different it is to feel fur all over instead of skin. Good, though, and every shift and movement makes her breath catch, makes her move in turn. There's barely time for Mukuro to maneuver before she's braced one leg against her hip and rolling upward, chasing the fleeting touch, bottom lip caught between her very sharp teeth.]

I know. [Her breath comes shallow as she adjusts in an attempt to find contact, twisting her hips. She wants to feel the almost-danger of claws again, wants something, anything—] You're so sweet. You wanna be gentle. I know, I just—

[And then Mukuro's fur does a thing, and her face also does a thing that says she's overwhelmed but feels really good, and then there's a low, guttural sound as Lila feels heat and pressure and almost but not quite. She's so impatient, her hips snap up and she beats Mukuro to the punch, rutting up and rubbing against her but not quite letting her in.]

[Because there are shadows, light but persistent and terribly strong, wrapped around Mukuro's upper thighs, holding her in place. Because Lila didn't even mean to, not entirely, but as her fingers clutch tight at the ridge of fur along Mukuro's spine, her aura responds too, holding Mukuro in place for her to grind against for a minute, just for a minute, just because.]

You can still wreck me a little — right?

[Something in her expression collapses and opens, clear and needy and vulnerable, as she gets the angle just right, still not in but so close it feels almost as good, the tantalizing promise of fullness to come. Her spine arches, neck exposed. Every movement is easier, smoother, wetter. Her body clutches at Mukuro desperately, even as her shadows gleefully refuse to let her in.]

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[The little cry makes her ears focus forward even more, but it's clear she shouldn't stop. It's not too much. Or if it is, it's not too too much. Lila's greedy, starving for sensation; Mukuro's pretty sure Lila would gladly throw herself right off the cliff of overstimulation without a second thought, nothing but yesmorenow--

Oh fuck.
Her body goes rigid, tail straight up, claws digging slightly into the bedding. She's shaking, just a little, thighs trembling as she's held firmly in place, for Lila to use as she wants - immediately, she tries to adjust. Jaw tight, but breathing in purposeful rhythm, deep and slow and controlled. Because this is familiar. If this is how Lila wants to play - she can adjust. She won't disappoint. Even as the slick drag against her makes her whine, makes her strain a little against the bindings - god, she wants her, she wants her, she wants her so badly. The wolf doesn't understand why it's been stopped, and as soon as she processes that question - as soon as she sees the invitation in Lila's exposed throat - she moves without thinking, opening her mouth and closing her jaws around it, the sharp teeth just barely pressing into her skin. Never enough to hurt her for real. Even like this, Mukuro can keep control of herself enough to make sure Lila is safe. But even wordless, it's a very clear answer. Yes, she can do what Lila wants. She's played like this before. With knives or just fangs like them, it's all the same.

The noise that comes out of her is somewhere between a whimper and a growl, soft pleading with sharp edges, doing all she can to communicate without needing to speak. She can, she can, she can be what Lila wants - she can be good but not boring, she can be gentle and still bite. Her shallow breath is hot and damp against Lila's skin - like Lila is against her - fuck, please, please, let her prove how good she can be.]

[The thing is, Mukuro could never bore her. Not really. If she let her, Mukuro would take her slow and deep and gentle, and it would be good, and she'd lose herself in it, let herself drift in feeling cherished. She thinks she could do that. She's thought about that, prodded the idea like a loose tooth. It's a level of sentimentality she's never considered before Mukuro, something she would have sneered at before, something that felt secretly and inherently unsafe.]

[She could do it now — but not like this. Not underneath. It would have to look different. And the idea of it piques something curious and warm, more in her chest than between her legs, but she wants to be under Mukuro right now in a way she can't explain. She likes this. She likes her whole body being covered, she likes watching Mukuro restrain herself, she likes fur all over, making her skin prickle. Vulnerability has never felt good before Mukuro, she would never have bared her throat like this for anyone, but god it's hot like this, she doesn't know why and she can't explain.]

[Doesn't matter. Words don't matter. What matters is that Mukuro's teeth dig gently into her skin, the force of her jaw carefully locked and pressing down no further, and Lila's whole being shakes. Her hips judder out of rhythm, body clenching tight around nothing. She keens, a whine that dips and turns animal in a matter of seconds, looping back into a low, rough, rhythmic noise. Something like a purr, under Mukuro's panting tongue, inside the cage of her teeth, which will open anytime she asks it too.]

[But she doesn't ask. She likes it. She likes when Mukuro holds her down, because Mukuro will never, ever hurt her. It's safe. In a world where almost nothing is safe, this is.]

[Once the spasm of her hips still, she lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding and rocks down, trying to catch on Mukuro again. In the end she has to reach down between them, too, take her in hand and guide her back in place; but along the way she gets distracted, fingers running blindly along the length of her, drawing a map in her mind and just savoring. Eyes closed, head back, mouth open and drawing in sharp breath. Her thumb drags across the tip and her breath hitches. The shadows squeeze a little tighter around Mukuro's thighs before loosening, letting go.]

Fuck. You'd let me do that as long as I wanted, wouldn't you?

[It's not even a question. Mukuro would let her just use her and be done, she knows, she knows that, and as good as it feels, as tempting as it might be with someone else — no. At least not now. She sighs, soft and fluttering, and lines them back up, hooks her leg over Mukuro's back, but then she lingers. Feeling where they connect, fingertips dancing light and teasing around the very beginnings of the stretch. She can feel both of their heartbeats between her legs where they connect, very nearly in time.]

'M not worried about you hurting me.

[Her other hand drags absently up and down Mukuro's spine, claws out, digging gently. The other one, when she pulls it back, she taps on her jaws, asking to be let in — to give Mukuro her hand, her sticky fingertips, her everything.]

I want you to go in slow so I can feel — everything. All of you.

Edited 2022-01-23 05:16 (UTC)

[As soon as Lila touches her like that, she shivers again. Her instinct is to clench her jaw tighter, but - even with Lila squirming and whining like that, sounding so close to prey, her teeth don't move a single centimeter closer. Never. Never, never - her eyes squeeze shut instead, and her breathing goes sharp and uneven for a moment, but she doesn't move. Not even when the restraints loosen and disappear. She can handle it, being bound, but she doesn't need to be, to be safe and good for her.

The question-that-isn't is an acknowledgement. Lila knows that, that Mukuro's hers, after all. That Mukuro belonging to her means everything, means anything - anything Lila wants, Mukuro will accept. If Lila wanted to toy with her, spend ages tracing her new body and learning every inch, she would hold herself still, as long as it took. In the same way she'd accept it if Lila wanted to hurt her. But she doesn't. She doesn't, and that's part of why Mukuro wants so badly not to disappoint. If Lila is choosing to be kind - choosing to treat her almost like an equal - she wants to be worthy of it.

Lila's tough. Stronger than most people Mukuro's ever known. She's a fighter and she knows it, she doesn't need to be protected and treated gently. She'll survive, no matter what. Even with this, she knows what she wants and that she can take it. She's the one setting the pace. But she's also the one who keeps reacting so strongly when Mukuro bites. When she's marked, claimed, pinned. Despite everything she is - or maybe because of it - it feels good for her when Mukuro asserts herself too. No matter how clouded her mind might get - Mukuro will always, always be able to focus when it's for Lila.

So she waits, as Lila figures out what exactly she wants. She waits as Lila realigns them and braces herself, waits as Lila speaks to her, gently scratches along her spine. She only moves when Lila taps along her jaws, and then it's to very, very gently take Lila's wrist in one hand as she takes her fingers into her mouth. She looks back at her, a little hazily, but she's calmer than she expected to be, at this point. Because - this is still - like talking. Learning about each other, bit by bit. Being honest. Even if it can be nervewracking to be vulnerable, it's worth it. Even if the idea of disappointing her is terrifying, it doesn't feel like something she actually needs to worry about. She laps Lila's fingers clean in soft, slow strokes of her tongue, letting them hover on the edge of connection for just a moment longer - and when she does move, it's slowly, slowly, so Lila can feel everything. It's only one she's finished, that she slides her hand up from Lila's wrist to lace their fingers together and gently pin her hand down to the bed, that she manages to completely hilt inside her.]

[She's panting long before Mukuro starts moving into her. Not that it's likely much of a surprise after the way she reacted to Mukuro's hands in July, but the reaction is still — extreme. The nerves of her fingertips are so sensitive after months of touching nothing but herself, occasionally, and the wide wet flat of Mukuro's tongue cleaning her off says the same thing that all of this does: you could hurt me but I don't care, you have the power and I love your power. The distant thought of that tongue traveling down her body occurs, of course it does, but her chest is heaving by the time Mukuro finishes just from watching the careful cleaning of her fingers, from the heat of her mouth, from something so simple and yet so all-encompassing.]

[And then, finally, she doesn't have to wait anymore.]

[Mukuro is so good for her. Somewhere amidst it all, with her head thrown back and her hair splayed messily across the pillows, she finds it in her to think that. How she only has to say something she wants once, and Mukuro's doing it and doing it perfectly, just because she wants to please. That's what this is. She asked for slow. She's getting it.]

[Actual thoughts are admittedly few and far between. As soon as she feels that first push, she shudders, loses track of her hands (one scrabbling hungrily at Mukuro's back, the other supported and limp by her jaws) as her whole self and all her perception narrows to hyperfocused sensations. Push, but gentle, slow. Her legs falling somehow further apart, craving more, the perfect angle. The growing sense of fullness as the seconds pass, something she's missed so badly that she has absolutely no control over the way her body squeezes gratitude around Mukuro, clutching and inviting and begging, like it would do anything to keep her from leaving now, and it probably would. Her eyes closed, chin tilted to the ceiling, she focuses on the feeling, on the shape, the same but different, and the different is good, the different is — quickening her pulse, actually. Yeah. Fuck.]

Fuck, [she breathes, and keeps saying it, fuck fuck fuck like a mantra in time with her heartbeat, only barely aware she's speaking. Pinned in her body, she feels more like herself, more alive, more real in this moment than she has since her first transformation, so connected and so wanted and so fucking deserving.]

[Mukuro's warm hand takes hers and pins it to the bed above her at the same time as Mukuro finally, finally stops moving. She can feel the way they fit together, the way Mukuro's hips press against the insides of her thighs, and then they shift slightly and the new angle has the base of her, lightly furry and searing warm, rubbing against her clit. She arches, pinned and full and smothered tip to toe, but keening, on the verge of losing control from sheer sensation.]

[She can lose control here. It feels — so safe. She could scream. She might, later. When she opens her eyes to look up at Mukuro, they're foggy with want and heavy with fondness. Every part of her body is tense, ready, except for her expression, which is more full of trust than Mukuro has ever seen. Than anyone has ever seen.]

You—

[She licks her dry lips, sucks in breath, looks for words. In the end, all she manages is what matters most.]

Feel perfect. So good, Muku. You're so good.

[They could both do so much damage to each other. With her fingers in her mouth like this - Lila could use her claws, Mukuro could use her teeth, and they could both nearly kill each other in an instant. But there's no hesitancy, no fear at all. In the same way Lila bares her throat and mewls for her when she holds it in her teeth but doesn't bite down. In the same way Mukuro bares her heart and everything she is and Lila responds with gentleness and reassurance. They could deeply, irreparably hurt each other, physically and emotionally, but they won't. And that trust is precious.

Lila's noisy. It makes sense. She hasn't been trained otherwise, never taught that she was too much or to expect anything less than everything she wants. Mukuro likes it. Her ears keep adjusting, straining to catch every little sound, each one spurring her on whether it's words or plaintive little cries - she's focused, so focused, and every tiny piece of Lila is something she'll hold close to her heart. She wants to be good for her, she wants to be the best - not just a suitable replacement, good enough for now, no; Lila chose her, Lila deserves more than that.

And that look Lila gives her, even before she speaks up to tell her she's good - it's proof she's doing this right. Her tail wags in slow, lazy sweeps, just before a soft smile flickers across her muzzle. She leans in, nuzzling at her, murmuring low:]

So're you.

[Lila doesn't need to hear it, maybe, she's never been as unsure as Mukuro has been. But even so. It's true. They feel like they fit together so perfectly - Lila accepting all of her so eagerly - the slick heat tight around her - everything about this is so good, and she's so lucky, and Lila deserves to know.

She takes a breath, deep and slow, and then starts to roll her hips. Slow at first, shallow, this is a motion she's not completely practiced with - but the wolf knows, and she eases into a steady rhythm soon enough. Smooth, deep strokes, each forcing a shallow little breath out of her after a moment - and even so her ears are trained on the girl beneath her, listening so intently for any cues she needs to follow.]

[It registers dizzily that Mukuro is so cute. So cute like this, she thinks, watching the way her tail wags just looking at Lila, just so pleased with what she's done. Lila doesn't need praise, but it feels good from Mukuro because it feels good for Mukuro, and it's being returned because she wants Lila to feel the same. Circular logic, but it works, leaving Lila warm all the way down to her curling toes, leaving her smiling with soft gratitude. Sometimes a gift is about what it means to the giver.]

[Even the first slow movements have her sighing. Mukuro was right before, it's all about the connection, touch and closeness and being so much a part of someone else that she forgets herself. She can't quite forget herself with Mukuro, not being looked at like that, but she can't lose herself to isolation either. She's here, and Mukuro is here, so present and so together and so real.]

[But the wolf learns quick. Surprisingly so — and as the strokes get deeper and breath gets knocked out of both of them in unison, there's a brief flare of self-consciousness when she realizes how closely she's being monitored. It's not a bad thing, not at all, it's just—]

[She understands at the same instant Mukuro happens upon the perfect angle. At the same time as her body stiffens, her breath catches, her claws dig into Mukuro's back while she groans in wordless approval, yes more please fuck there, she looks wide-eyed at Mukuro's face and really sees that intensity, that fervor for doing perfectly for her.]

[It's a level of devotion that borders on worship. Readjusting her leg's grip for better more, that, again, she can't lie and say she's not a fan.]

[Mukuro can't help shivering a little, even just from listening. Every sound Lila makes is magic, and she wants more. She's never been good, never been worth anything - but she's always tried to make up for it in her devotion. Even if she was never meant to be, she could be useful. She could support the one who was meant to exist. It's part of why she's so pliant, for Lila - but it's different, too, it's so different, and she can't think of anything but this. Nothing from before, no one else, just Lila, Lila, Lila, reverent and adoring. She thinks maybe she loves her. Knows it's stupid, to even consider that, and does it anyway, as she skims one clawed hand down along her ribs and settles at her hip. Leans to nuzzle at her, panting soft against her skin, before opening her mouth to snap her jaws closed where Lila's neck meets her shoulder to hold her. Three points of contact, her hands and her teeth, always gentlegentlegentle despite her strength.

I'm yours, with every careful adjustment, every steady rock of her hips to keep those gorgeous sounds flowing. You're mine, in how her teeth and claws dig ever so slightly into her, keeping her pinned, keeping her close. There's a shuddery little groan, as she feels Lila clutch at her even more tightly, but for the most part she's quiet but for her breathing. All the better, to focus on Lila. She does her best to move as Lila directs, follow her wordless orders - there's a little grind with each thrust, now, trying to keep her angle right and still manage to rub her clit. Even if her own equipment is new, she at least knows what she ought to be doing. She's trying, so hard, but - she's used to being able to focus entirely on what she's doing without distraction. Not that she's ungrateful - this is good, so so so good, being so connected and so intimate - it's just - another part of her form to master. No matter how overwhelming, how hazy she's gotten - she's determined not to disappoint.]

[She missed this so much. Not sex, specifically, although that too, she's missed that a lot, she likes to feel good, to use someone else's body to help her feel more at home in her own. That isn't really what this is, though — that's not what they're doing. Mukuro makes her feel real anyway, even when she's not solid. She makes Mukuro feel real, too. What this does, this — makes them something bigger than real, pushed and bitten and clawed into some other dimension of mutual understanding. Mukuro was sad and scared, and she was mad, but that isn't why they're doing this, either. They're doing it because—]

Want you, [she whispers, hoarse and only audible to those hypersensitive ears. Because she wants everything. She wants touch, and she wants it to never stop. She wants Mukuro, and she never wants to have to let go. She wants to fuck her in all the ways she can figure out, and when she can't stay anymore, she wants to crawl inside Mukuro's body and make her feel good until she's exhausted. She wants to be able to stay solid long enough to fall asleep with her face in the wolf's fur. She wants to wake up with teeth in her shoulder—]

[—like that.]

Fuck!

[There's no chance of misinterpreting that reaction, for the record. The sound she makes is breathless and sharp, but in no way distressed. More than that, she arches into the bite, her head tipping to one side to give more room. Mouth open, she's panting to match the wolf now, and her body spasms around Mukuro, a fluttering, hungry clutch that says a lot more than Lila could possibly manage right now.]

[She's long stopped moving with thought, following memory and instinct, but now she's discarded memory entirely. Her body is moving with Mukuro's. Instinct is the only thing that matters, instinct and following what feels good.]

[Everything feels good. Every single thing. Fur brushes against her skin with every movement, a million tiny touches that don't stop. The dull, heavy pinch of teeth in her shoulder feels like yours. The way her claws finally, finally make it down past the thick fur of Mukuro's back to drag down and leave marks in response feels like mine, fervent and harsh and gleeful in her greed. Their rhythm is good, now; they move together, and now that she knows, really gets it, she searches out that slow grind at the height of every stroke, letting out a soft, thin, overcome sound as her claws dig in fiercely, lingering in that perfect moment where Mukuro is everywhere-everywhere-everywhere and she wants more-more-more even though this is everything, Mukuro is everything to her.]

[The whisper doesn't go unacknowledged. All she can do is groan, low and rough and needy through her teeth, but it's enough just to let Lila know she hears her. She hears, she obeys. 'I want everything, but can you just touch me?' She remembers. Mukuro's here for Lila, and she's lucky, she's so, so lucky, that Lila wants her to feel good, too - and Mukuro wouldn't dream of not giving Lila the satisfaction of knowing she does. So good. So, so good - fuck - her grip on Lila's hand tightens enough to press the tips of her claws into her shadow-skin.

And that's all before Lila's claws gouge into her, through her fur - it's a much sharper, more plaintive sound, this time; her shudder's enough to throw off her rhythm for a moment before she can readjust. Mouth open and panting like this, it's all she can do not to drool - even that might be all right, Lila's been so good to her, accepted all her ugly parts and her more bestial physical traits, but even so, she deserves better. Better, better, the best possible, always - and more. As much as she can give and more.

By this point, she's not speaking. Better to use her mouth to bite and mark and pin, hold Lila down and keep her where she belongs - god, it'd be an arrogant, unforgivable thought if she didn't know for sure how badly Lila wanted to be here. Right now, her mind's too full of yes good more, of pretty little whines and breathless curses, of the feel of this girl under and around her and the knowledge that this is exactly where both of them should be. And how badly, how desperately she wants to be good for her. She's trying. She's hazy and shaky and feels almost half-feral, but she's trying. Because she won't, she won't, she won't disappoint her - but god, it's so much.

She adjusts her stance, just slightly, to get the best leverage possible. Shifts her hand a little lower, more towards Lila's back, to help her lift her hips. Anything she can do to make it good, better, best for her like she deserves. Anything to give her what she wants, what she needs, anything anything anything-- ]

[Mukuro's so stoic, most of the time. Lila wanted closeness out of this, wanted to feel Mukuro from the inside out, but beyond that she wanted to hear Mukuro lose it a little, god, she wanted that so bad. It's so fucking rewarding to drag sounds out of her, to pull claws down her back and hear her cry out. She wants Mukuro to feel the same way she does, locked in but in the best way, as pinned and belonging and wanted as she does with Mukuro's claws in her thighs, teeth on her throat, breath heavy and humid on the skin of her neck, like she's holding herself back from one last beautiful animal instinct.]

[She's perfect. Lila's losing it. Unraveling in bits and pieces, she whimpers at the lift of her hips, mouth open and panting again, heartbeat so fast in the slim space between them. Her body is all wanting and climbing and begging, begging, begging, tense and working hard, so hard, for both of them.]

[She wants to work hard for Mukuro. She wants to find every single way to drive her crazy, no matter how long it takes. She wants to learn her favorite speed and what angle feels best and how she tastes, god, she wants fingers and skin and yes everything prickling hungry under her mouth. She wants everything. She's greedy.]

[But now, right now, she's feeling — smug. A little. Delirious and so, so good and smug, shuddering with teeth bared in a lopsided grin, because Mukuro is working so hard for her, pushing herself, and it's—]

[Cute. It's so cute.]

[She doesn't even have to think about it. This time the shadows don't even bother materializing before curling out from her aura, wrapping light around Mukuro's thighs in greeting before sliding curiously up. Curling around the base of her, soft and barely-but-most-definitely there, moving with the rhythm for just a few strokes before dipping, trailing underneath and cupping before moving on, a slightly heavier touch like two fingers pressing teasingly against the soft expanse of vulnerable skin, something she hopes translates but even if it doesn't, there's no way it doesn't feel a little good.]

. . . Really holding back for me, huh?

[Her tone is breathless, heady, teasing and sweet. Even as her claws dig gently into the grooves already scratched, she meets Mukuro move for move, the both of them so in sync their heartbeats are moving with them.]

Really trying — to be chivalrous, mm — how's it going? [Lazy, all teeth, so relaxed, so happy, mine yes yes yes—] You waiting for p—mm!—ermission?

[Oh - oh, those tendrils, fuck fuck fuck - a high, thin noise wavers out of her, as her eyes squeeze shut and her grip tightens. Holy shit. One of her first coherent thoughts is that's not fair - she'd paused, for a moment, too overwhelmed to move, and she starts up again with another low little groan.

Lila's - teasing her. Playing. There's an embarrassed flush under her fur and a coil of heat in her belly, shame and pleasure swirling together, but - the corners of her mouth twitch up, a little; her open, panting mouth a jagged-toothed grin for the briefest of moments. Because it's not dangerous. Lila's not dangerous. Not to her, not like this. Lila's teasing is gentle, to engage her, not to trip her up or hurt her. She's not scared at all, and the novelty of that makes her heart flutter against her chest. Maybe Lila can feel that, too.]

Trying, [she rasps, picking her head up just slightly to speak without Lila's shoulder in her mouth.] for you.

[She turns her head, swipes her tongue over Lila's cheek in a wet, silly, wolfish little kiss.]

Don't wanna - hhhaa-- h-hhhave to - s-stop too soon.

[Talking is hard, but if she'll do anything for Lila, it's hardly the most daunting task. The thought of permission draws another low noise out of her, and she ducks her head in a little nod, but forces herself to take another shallow gulp of air and speak, even in a mumble.]

Nnnhh-- not - I don't n-need you - in charge. I just - want-- fuck-- I want to - mmmn-make you h-happy.

[The kiss makes her laugh, makes her actually giggle, her voice high and breathless with joy and wanting. In the moment before Mukuro starts moving again, she can feel the bang of the wolf's heart against her ribcage and the pulse of her own around Mukuro and in her ears, beating so hard she feels her bones rattling with it. And when she does start up again, it stutters. Everything stutters. She moans, head thrown back, loud and unashamed.]

I wanna make you happy — fuck, I want—

[She bites the tip of her tongue between her teeth, trying to pull words out when it's so hard to focus. That's the thing, that's the . . . weird thing, isn't it, she . . . wants, of course she does, for herself, but for the first time she can feel her whole body and soul crying out for Mukuro's pleasure as well as her own. That's new. It's new and overwhelming and makes her feel drunk, a little, but less desperate, too, and that's good. That's so good. She could ride this for — for a while, if she wanted to, just thinking about how good it feels to make Mukuro feel good. How she can do that just by being. Just by letting Mukuro fuck her.]

[That makes her feel powerful. But not alone.]

[At the noise Mukuro makes, she leans up and kitten-licks the corner of her mouth, sweet and teasing, at the same time one of those shadows comes to coil around the base of her, loose but full of promise.]

You're so good to me. I can help. You know? Don't have to, but . . . if you wanna hang on a little longer.

[Trying. For you.]

[She thinks . . . she can make it easier. And maybe a little sweeter, too.]

You do, [she murmurs, but she's cut off before she can say much more as those clever shadow tendrils coil around her again. The noise she makes - a strangled little gasp, followed by a shuddery exhale that fades into a whiny growl - is more than she could ever manage with words right now. Eager and accepting, but a warning, too; that it's all borrowed time and the wolf is very hungry. It's good, it'll work - at least, she's pretty sure - but god, fuck, even the suggestion is enough to make the wolf instincts thrill and surge. She licks her muzzle, swallows absently, pants through jagged teeth as she tries to explain.]

Lila, [she rasps, breathless,] I - s'good, but - [god it's so hard to speak like a person--] hhhharder to n-not - be rough.

[She doesn't want to hurt her. She doesn't want to hurt her, she won't hurt her, not ever, ever, ever - but she knows her limits, how powerful the feral instincts can get, how awake and focused the wolf feels in her own haze. And she remembers Lila teasing, playing, wanting her to play rough back. She never wants to take it too far, and being permitted so much already - it's not what she's used to, she doesn't want to overstep.]

You will not hurt me.

[Shadows curling snug and secure, she can feel the hazy sensation of it, like fingers of some distant hand. The warmth she would feel from holding onto Mukuro herself is in there somewhere, yet another layer of delicious sensation that she’s slowly being smothered under. Her voice, husky and commanding, rumbles in Mukuro’s ear.]

You don’t have to worry, because you won’t hurt me. I know you won’t. So just—

[Her chest rises as her breath hitches, eyelids flutter, as she clutches tight around Mukuro in anticipation, reveling in this one last push with every single complex intimate touch.]

Just be rough. I want — you, and the, the wolf too, Muku— [Her claws scrabble hungrily at Mukuro’s mid-back, hips pistoning desperately.] I wanna feel it, I want you to fuck me so I can feel it when my body’s gone.

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