( There are times he’ll let her into the depths of his troubles, even parts of his past. Yet this time around he’s arguably more defensive about coming clean to his reasons. He can be evasive at times, and he was never going to reach out to her first this night in particular — not that he minds the turn of events now. Perhaps they’re more connected than he realized. )
you know I can afford a few slow starts to my mornings. But what’s a morning or a night if we don’t sleep at all?
Since you’re giving me the option, I’ll have your hair on my hand in place of my bandages while I fuck away your voice. No take backs.
( She is impossibly extravagant. With how much she’s sending she probably isn’t typing with wet fingers anymore. He trades his phone for his cock, sighing deep as he begins to fuck himself in his fist. The image in his mind phases between pretty lips and an octave. What difference does it make if it’s a man between his legs anyway? He closes his eyes, though, and ends up envisioning her. )
[ His answer makes her lick her lips, and she lies back on her bed; and his message goes unanswered for a little while as she chooses a favorite toy from her sidetable, stretching her mouth around it as she fucks her fingers deep into her cunt. She's sure he's fucking into his fist in the same way, and her next message is designed only to amplify that pleasure, a photo attached of her face and neck, lips stretched wide by the toy and the bump of it visible against her throat.
Only once the picture has sent does she pull it free with a gasp, breath short and mouth aching. ]
No sleep, and no voice. People will wonder what's wrong with me.
[ It's not a complaint, though, perhaps shown in the next few moments when Navia sends one more image, angled so he can see the toy spearing into her cunt this time, as she arches her hips against its girth. ]
( She might just be the only woman to ever be so excruciatingly bold when it comes to texting. The moment the picture flashes on their conversation, his cock feels harder in his hand and the room begins to fill with lustful nothings. They are the true sinners in all of Fontaine this night, but the exercise works.
It works other worries out of his mind, where only her sweet lips around him matter. Or the way her tongue would probably lather around his girth. She always praises so properly despite her dirty mouth and wilder thoughts. She's a good friend, for sure, and she's a good fuck. And yet he keeps her at arm's length.
Fuck. Navia.
She spoils him too much. The second image makes him forget the rest, especially the other person in his mind. He sends her a video file this time, a recording of his hand welching around his head quickly, and the camera vibrates with him while he tries to keep it steady. His breathing is jagged. )
[ The visible struggle in his text, paired with the video he sends, is enough to make Navia have to choke a too-loud moan into her pillow. Despite the shake, the quality is good, and the sound of his hand moving wetly against his cock enough to send shudders of pleasure down her smile. She almost wishes he were really here, or she were really there; his cock fills her so much better than this toy does, and—
With a sigh, she triggers on her own video, peering at the lens as well as she can as she fucks the toy into herself, her breasts rising and falling with each shaky breath. ]
You're so hot like this, Wriothesley. I keep thinking about how good you would taste right now. Mm, I want to hear you— will you moan for me? Let me hear how much you want me.
[ She sends the video, and then watches his again, muttering sweet curses under her breath. ]
( The toy doesn't do her justice in what she deserves, but it's enough of a visual that takes him back to previous times together. He knows how tight she gets when her body begins to spasm or tremble. His hand tries to simulate the tightness even if it will never be the same as the real thing.
It's true he'd love to fill her throat with his cum, or stretch her so far in that her pussy will take to his swollen shape. He starts recording again, his breathing immediately picked up by the device while he's still hammering at his cock like there's no tomorrow. His vocals range depending on the night, but with his mind feeding him her body sprawled for him, breasts bouncing and head craned back, it's enough for him. Throaty and deep, the sound is like honey through the speakers. It's followed by a raspy fuck. )
[ Between the sound of his hand working fast and slick over his cock, and the throaty deep of his voice ringing through the speakers in a deep tone that makes her walls clench hard around the toy.
She triggers the video on once more, answering the harshness of his curse with one of her own, fucking the toy harder against herself, her lips hanging open and her breath rough, tongue tracing over her lips as she thinks about taking him into her mouth and letting him spill over her tongue, down her throat, over her lips and cheek so she can lick them clean again.
She doesn't realize the way she's verbalizing the fantasy, gasping out her desires between noisy, wet thrusts of the toy into her cunt. Not him, but she can imagine. ]
( Her vocals are surreal through the speaker just like each time he has her here on his bed, or when her knees end up bruised on metal. He watches her pussy spread around the toy, it's easy to ignore it when she's calling out for him. If she's close, then he's closer and they'll unite somewhere in cloud nine where no barriers exist between them.
He barely remembers to film himself this time, but manages the camera with a flash at his cock fucked raw from his hand. He lets it stand on its own, pulsing in delight at all her efforts to soothe the stress from his life. She can probably hear his breathing still as it twitches steadily on its own with each flex of his abdomen. Then the translucence of white pours from the tip and he guides it up for a better view. That and the stiffness of his balls. She'd drink him dry, he knows that. Without any stroking, he flexes again and more trickles out. He leans away so he can pluck a few tissues from his nightstand to keep them handy shortly after the video ends. )
[ On camera, he comes, and Navia's tongue darts absent-mindedly over her lips as if she can somehow taste him from here, clean with her mouth what she knows will be in reality wiped clear with tissues. The thought makes her pleasure spike like a drug, and she's quick to fumble the camera back on, her grasp shaky as she fucks herself through to completion, and there's a cry of his name on her lips, her body shuddering and arching before going boneless against the bed.
She lets go of the toy for long enough to bring the camera back to her face, a lazy smile on her lips as she peers into the lens. Only then does she end the recording, sending the video through before she reaches to clean herself up a little too. ]
All mine, hm? I can think of a number of others who would be immeasurably jealous~
[ After a moment, one more image comes through: Navia, lazily lapping the sheen of her spend off the toy. ]
( Her gash glistens for him through the camera and better than any cheap means of pleasure. He wouldn't be ashamed to admit he saves plenty of these videos and pictures of her when she's not available. It's not easy getting this close to Wriothesley and yet their business relationship turned to friendship. Besides, it's not like he likes getting involved with strangers, anyway. For one, he's in the Fortress most of the time and he's professional down here.
He smiles at her video also licking his lips, though hazed by his mind still flashing white at him. His cock limps, sensitive and fucked and he tucks it back in his underwear once he hits the pillow again. )
A number? Jeez. If you were to ask me, you're way more sexy between the two of us.
I hold your words to that. I'll be getting busier these next few weeks. I have a few projects to take care of.
I won't say no if you come down and visit, though. ;)
[ Navia chuckles as his messages come through, shaking her head as she lounges back against her pillows with a contented sigh. However his night has been, it seems like this was what each of them needed. ]
Oh, hush.
I can certainly come down and visit. When you know the project schedule, send it to me. I'll find time. ♥
Until then... sweet dreams, Your Grace. Enjoy the videos.
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you know I can afford a few slow starts to my mornings. But what’s a morning or a night if we don’t sleep at all?
Since you’re giving me the option, I’ll have your hair on my hand in place of my bandages while I fuck away your voice. No take backs.
( She is impossibly extravagant. With how much she’s sending she probably isn’t typing with wet fingers anymore. He trades his phone for his cock, sighing deep as he begins to fuck himself in his fist. The image in his mind phases between pretty lips and an octave. What difference does it make if it’s a man between his legs anyway? He closes his eyes, though, and ends up envisioning her. )
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Only once the picture has sent does she pull it free with a gasp, breath short and mouth aching. ]
No sleep, and no voice. People will wonder what's wrong with me.
[ It's not a complaint, though, perhaps shown in the next few moments when Navia sends one more image, angled so he can see the toy spearing into her cunt this time, as she arches her hips against its girth. ]
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It works other worries out of his mind, where only her sweet lips around him matter. Or the way her tongue would probably lather around his girth. She always praises so properly despite her dirty mouth and wilder thoughts. She's a good friend, for sure, and she's a good fuck. And yet he keeps her at arm's length.
Fuck. Navia.
She spoils him too much. The second image makes him forget the rest, especially the other person in his mind. He sends her a video file this time, a recording of his hand welching around his head quickly, and the camera vibrates with him while he tries to keep it steady. His breathing is jagged. )
good .
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With a sigh, she triggers on her own video, peering at the lens as well as she can as she fucks the toy into herself, her breasts rising and falling with each shaky breath. ]
You're so hot like this, Wriothesley. I keep thinking about how good you would taste right now. Mm, I want to hear you— will you moan for me? Let me hear how much you want me.
[ She sends the video, and then watches his again, muttering sweet curses under her breath. ]
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It's true he'd love to fill her throat with his cum, or stretch her so far in that her pussy will take to his swollen shape. He starts recording again, his breathing immediately picked up by the device while he's still hammering at his cock like there's no tomorrow. His vocals range depending on the night, but with his mind feeding him her body sprawled for him, breasts bouncing and head craned back, it's enough for him. Throaty and deep, the sound is like honey through the speakers. It's followed by a raspy fuck. )
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She triggers the video on once more, answering the harshness of his curse with one of her own, fucking the toy harder against herself, her lips hanging open and her breath rough, tongue tracing over her lips as she thinks about taking him into her mouth and letting him spill over her tongue, down her throat, over her lips and cheek so she can lick them clean again.
She doesn't realize the way she's verbalizing the fantasy, gasping out her desires between noisy, wet thrusts of the toy into her cunt. Not him, but she can imagine. ]
I'm close, Your Grace— fuck—
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He barely remembers to film himself this time, but manages the camera with a flash at his cock fucked raw from his hand. He lets it stand on its own, pulsing in delight at all her efforts to soothe the stress from his life. She can probably hear his breathing still as it twitches steadily on its own with each flex of his abdomen. Then the translucence of white pours from the tip and he guides it up for a better view. That and the stiffness of his balls. She'd drink him dry, he knows that. Without any stroking, he flexes again and more trickles out. He leans away so he can pluck a few tissues from his nightstand to keep them handy shortly after the video ends. )
all yours.
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She lets go of the toy for long enough to bring the camera back to her face, a lazy smile on her lips as she peers into the lens. Only then does she end the recording, sending the video through before she reaches to clean herself up a little too. ]
All mine, hm? I can think of a number of others who would be immeasurably jealous~
[ After a moment, one more image comes through: Navia, lazily lapping the sheen of her spend off the toy. ]
We must do this in person again soon.
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He smiles at her video also licking his lips, though hazed by his mind still flashing white at him. His cock limps, sensitive and fucked and he tucks it back in his underwear once he hits the pillow again. )
A number? Jeez. If you were to ask me, you're way more sexy between the two of us.
I hold your words to that. I'll be getting busier these next few weeks. I have a few projects to take care of.
I won't say no if you come down and visit, though. ;)
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Oh, hush.
I can certainly come down and visit. When you know the project schedule, send it to me. I'll find time. ♥
Until then... sweet dreams, Your Grace. Enjoy the videos.