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[You know what, this is the kind of mood I'm in.

So let's call it a little bit in the future. Perhaps after Konstantin has gotten to listen to many an argument between certain siblings about how much trouble Shirin would theoretically be in for dhampir babies.

...The protests have changed to a more direct 'shut up', of late, although it's been a slow, subtle process, and may not mean anything at all. Whatever else has happened, this night, after the requisite argument and teasing over the number of inn rooms, a certain prince might actually find a knock at his door.

This is certainly going to go...some sort of way.]

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And you won't...[She chuckles pretty darkly, but that's because she's trying her best not to obviously arch her hips up into that teasing. She will, however, reach up to very gently take his face in both hands and bring it down so he could very likely feel what she's saying against his lips as well as he can hear it.]

It's no blow to my pride to tell you I want everything...I want the heat and hunger of your feelings, Konstantin, all of it.

Tricky... But I do not think you will stay so composed.

[Say what you will: for being so dispassionate most the time, the man knows his way around a bed. She barely gets a chance to hear his response before he's grinding, methodically slow yet trying for angle's he's gotten gasps out of her before. He's not kissing either, he wants to keep this eye contact.]

N-not...going to let you, either.

[That said, she's definitely fine with this slow pace, and aside from her hips bucking more sharply when he hits that sweet spot, she'll match his pace every step of the way.

She's also taking the time to slide her hands away from his face, to seek out everywhere he's sensitive along his chest and back, down to his ass. She's definitely planning on not letting him get away so in control, on this.]

[He laughs a little, licking over her lips before her comments. She can probably tell it's bravado since by the time she's done feeling him up his pace has picked up substantially..]

Cannot keep your hands off me, then?

That line doesn't really work in these circumstances...

[she's still keeping up with his pace, but, well, her breath is coming hot and a little heavier against his lips, and she's going to get just that much harsher with her pace. If he's not going to break eye contact, neither his she...but she will get ahold of one of his hands and twine her fingers in his. Let's see if the sweet gesture works on him any...]

You seem to be in a hurry...

[He's setting his pace as if trying to throw hers off, and reaching down with his spare hand to stroke her cheek, down her front to one of her breasts and just. Pinch a nipple.]

[Well, fine. if he's going to be like that she's going to groan and shudder, and buck in response. It seems like going this slow is getting to her more than she'd really like to admit.]

J-just...want to break through that calm of yours...

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Y-you think... this is a mask?

[He can definitely go for the spots that really make her buck if she's slowing down, and he seems to be enjoying just stroking his hand up and down her sides while they do this.]

I--! [Well she can't really respond if he's going to do that, at least not immediately, but she can suddenly roll her hips in the most unfair fashion she can manage. so there's that.]

I think...t-that I trust you not to hurt me...when you're not in complete control, Konstantin...

[And she'll even reach up with her free hand, to cup his face, when she says that.]

[He'll press a kiss to her palm when she does that, to prove she's not the only one who can be sweet.

...Though that is a bit of a counterbalance to the hand that's now slid behind her hip for better leverage for the grind.]

[He can get up under hip, she'll wrap her legs around his waist and use that for as much leverage as she can manage. Given the sounds she's making, this is definitely getting to her.]

[If she's clinging like that he's just going to grab her ass instead. He is certainly feeling it, especially now that he's clinging, but he's never once stopped staring directly down at her the entire time.]

Konstantinnn...

[She's pretty much groaning his name against his lips, but she's not really willing to break eye contact either, flushed and turned on as she is. Of course, it's not only a look of unbridled lust she's giving him, and that's eminently obvious.

He's got her about where he wants her, at this point. There's no way she can think of to win this now.]

S-something you wish to... say, love?

[Because that's not like the most unbalancing thing he could do in this situation. She's definitely getting to him, but he's not letting her win this contest of wills -- and how pronounced and deliberate his thrusts are getting is proof of both these facts.]

[He can probably see the moment what's left of her pride just snaps, about half a second before she closes the rest of the distance and just kisses him, with absolutely every ounce of passion in her. For an elf known for her hot temper and unelfish impatience...that's a whole lot.

As she said, they do value actions over words.]

[And that is the signal for him to just pick up to an absolutely relentless pace, now that she's snapped. And he's willing to kiss back as good as he can give, now that that's out of the way, and he knows she doesn't mind the fangs.]

[If he's going to pick it up like that, he'll find her grinding with almost wild abandon, doing her damndest to keep this from being entirely one-sided.

She does eventually break the kiss for some truly impressive moaning, since she does need to breathe more than he does, but she's not letting go of his hand anything soon.]

[She breaks the kiss and he works at kissing down her neck, then, a contrasted softness for how much he's apparently trying to delay the expedition by making her unable to walk.]

[He's got her about on the edge, if how erratic and harsh her breathing's coming and her body is moving. She's doing her damndest to hold out for just a little longer, which apparently means groaning his name right into his ear.]

She really needs to lean that if she's gonna do that she puts one of her ears right in his face - a fact he's teaching her by running his fangs along one.]

[And that's the final straw, getting her to spasm hard and cry out a moaned and mangled attempt at his name, arching her back hard from the force of what was a truly impressive orgasm.]

[Well, it takes him a few moments more to work himself into an orgasm. But he licks her breasts over while she's still sensitive and coming down from one, no complaints, right?

If she's clinging so, though, he can't really detangle though.]

[she'll untangle herself after a second, give her a moment. And just...exhale long and slow.]

Understand?

[Now he's sitting up on the side of the bed.]

Well enough.

[Rolling over to draw a finger down his spine, idly.]

I suppose I have until we get to Ra-Zehman to figure out how to explain myself to my mother.