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[dead_eyed_wolf]

[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.

[gitanes]

[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.]

[dead_eyed_wolf]

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.]

[gitanes]

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.