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[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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