my bones are caving in

KIADA i wish that i could say, i am a light that never goes out. A dark brow raises when he tells her that he does insist, though the curl of her lips seems to suggest she doesn’t mind that insistence. She’s content to find out where he plans on leading this, how far the game will last. Already she thinks she’s losing it, especially when he presses back down against her — a small sigh leaving her as her fingers curl in his hair more. It’s a beautiful, playful dance and she focuses entirely on him and nothing else, lips parting to comment on the toothache she’d had before his hips are pressing against her, that pressure despite being hidden away by the fabric that separates them having her hiss quietly in response. But the pressure applied by him and the shift of his hips have her shifting the hiss into a slight hum, a purr of a sound slipping from her lips as she tilts her head into his hand slightly, her eyes remaining on his however briefly before he’s pressing in for a kiss and she’s shifting her legs a bit to wrap around him, pressing greedily back into the kiss. She gives him room for his hand to trail through her hair, to give him all the space he needs while simultaneously making sure she indulges herself as well, pinned quite contently beneath him. but i flicker from time to time.

It's in the stars
it's been written in the scars on our hearts

The soft noises she makes do nothing but increase his need for her, drawing him closer in, eliciting similar, if lower toned, moans and nondescript sounds from him. He leans wholly into the kiss, lips brushing against hers, tongue slipping out to taste her, to feel her, teeth nibbling gently on her lower lip as he eventually pulls away to catch his breath once more. The break is temporary, as he dives down to her for another, never sated by just one kiss, grinding his hips against her all the while (revelling in the way her strong legs wrap around him, encouraging him on), hoping to make her quite breathless, to work her up to a frenzy before moving on to the next stage of this examination.

For though he is very much feeling the pressure building in the bulge within his own pants, he is also engaged in his game, in bringing her with him through it, in taunting and teasing and pushing her to her climax before his own. So when he next breaks the kiss he sits a bit taller, a devil's smirk on his mouth as he puts more distance between them.

"Toothache seems to be stable," he observed, his tones far more breathless, though still playful and heavily suggestive. "Time to check your legs next," he said matter-of-factly, sitting up taller and leaning back more, to break the hold the strong limbs have on him, to 'dismount' her, as it were, to kneel beside her, still close, instead. All the while, he ran his hands down from their hiding spot in her hair her shoulders, her ribs and waist, not touching her with any more pressure than a feather's dance on the fabric. When he got to the hem of her pants, he tugged and helped her to lose them, to see the smooth, creamy skin beneath the fabric, the bed of pubic hair that held a gem he would certainly feel a need to examine soon.

First though, he did as he said he would, and moved so that he was kneeling between her legs, focussing first on the left one, running his hand along her calf, down to her ankle, a light, experimental touch tickling the surface of her foot. Then he looked higher, his head close to her knee, his hot breath rolling over it as he pressed a kiss to her kneecap, his hand reaching along her inner thigh, eyes flicking to her face to see if she approved of his game still.

That we're not broken just bent
and we can learn to love again

CHULANE

KIADA i wish that i could say, i am a light that never goes out. Already the exam is slow going, the gentle probing of his kisses being the only marker and indicator of an exam on a toothache, a playful comment given a few days ago once it had all started. And when it came to this moment, despite the bruising to her hands and the soreness of her muscles, he has her already perched on an edge, ready to devour and consume him. And she gets that moment, however brief it is, before he pulls away from her and her hands loosen their hold in his hair, pulling back as she rests flat against the bed and peers up at him with all the looks of innocence she can muster. And then he’s pulling away more and her hands travel down his arms, to his hands as he slips away from her and she settles for that — unwrapping her legs from around him as he focuses on the next space to examine. She’d be lying if she said that the tone of his voice and the suggestion given by his position didn’t string a thrill within her, burning and blending with all the possibilities of how he could spin it, pull her close to that edge only to not dive in. She’d lose her mind. Luckily for her, however, Chulane lowers himself and she shifts her legs to rest them along his shoulders once they’ve gotten that bit of clothing off — sitting up to pull off her shirt. She succeeds right when the featherlight touch of his brushes against the arch of her foot, an instinctive ticklishness overcoming her as the muscles in her legs twitch. But she settles back on her elbows, eyes greedy to watch him take her in, ready to drown herself with him, spreading her legs a small amount more as if she’s beckoning him. “Well?” She purrs to him, a crooked smirk crossing her face. “I wasn’t aware the exam would take so long…” She teases easily, though she’s enjoying the game immensely. but i flicker from time to time.

It's in the stars
it's been written in the scars on our hearts

He wanted to get her yearning, begging, pleading with him for more, to give her just a little bit at a time - but he wasn't sure how long he himself could maintain it. The sight of her breasts when she removed her top caused the bulge in his pants to throb rather desperately against the restraint of his pants, as they were always wont to do - but he wasn't to look at them yet, they were not yet due for his exam. No, he was focussed on the curves of her legs, his hand running up her inner thigh with greater pressure now, his other moving along her outer thigh, his mouth tracing a path of kisses along the inside also. When she shifted, spreading her legs wider as if to beckon him in nearer, he felt another surge of heat, another need to attend to momentarily.

With a brief pause to his caresses he shed his few layers, letting his manhood finally burst free from its confines with something of a growl, whole and erect, losing his shirt too. Then he was back, back to running his hands along her, directing one of them to reach beneath her, to clutch at her butt and ensure she is where he wants her to be.

'Well?' Came her question, her prompt, and he about abandoned his game again, fighting the urge to just take her then and there. "Must be thorough," came his reply with growling tones, as his eyes beheld her flower fully, his other hand running along to palpate her inner hip, before venturing to part her vulva with the delicate touch of finger and thumb to better see the hidden jewel within. He knew it well, having played with it many times before, but never like this. Leaning in close, he took a deep breath of her, before exhaling, letting the breath dance and play with her hairs and her wetness.

The exam was about to move a lot quicker.

He closed the gap at last, moving so that his tongue first danced alongside her clit, before circling it, and then pressing his lips down in a kiss. Meanwhile, his hand ventured south, to stimulate further, to help her get to where he wanted her, his fingers playing around her entrance for a time, before slowly moving in time with the spell his mouth wove on her to dive into her depths. His mouth alternated between the licking and the full mouth kiss upon her (applied with some suction), his tongue seeking the sensitive places, listening to wherever her body indicated he should venture, occasionally ducking lower to also explore her opening.

He was moaning slightly as he worked away at her, as he leaned into it, his own body reacting, yearning, begging to let him release. But he would not, not until her satisfaction was guaranteed.

That we're not broken just bent
and we can learn to love again

CHULANE

KIADA i wish that i could say, i am a light that never goes out. He sheds his clothes quickly, and she’s almost surprised. Almost, except for the fact that she had done the same in this very moment, a quiet waiting game as she takes him in, all of him. And when her gaze meets his own again she nearly shivers with anticipation. He adjusts her and she moves with him willingly, wherever he needs her to better satisfy his intent for his exam. But his voice is a growl of a tone and it sends shivers down her spine, a hand trailing along her own body until she meets him, trailing up further to tangle in the dark curls as she had originally done, hooking her legs around his shoulders when he finally decides to dive in. Another shiver sends down her spine with his breath, a soft sound leaving her, but when he moves in she shudders. The fingers that trail along her clit soon followed by a hot tongue and the press of his lips have a moan slipping from her lips, fingers tightening in his hair, back arching involuntarily. The rhythm he picks, the toying of her with his tongue have the waves of pleasure rising through her and she shudders hard again, a gasp of sound leaving her, hips shifting against him and bucking slightly into him. Her elbow still keeps her supported, but it shakes just as her legs do as she presses her heel into his shoulder, beckoning him in closer to taste and devour her while her voice colors the air just for him. but i flicker from time to time.

It's in the stars
it's been written in the scars on our hearts

He moans a grumbling growl as she moves, satisfied that she is enjoying herself, that he has again found the key to her pleasure. Her muscles bunch and tense against him, his hand squeezing as her butt flexes with the arch of her back, the thrusting of her hips. He leans into every one, feeling his own body react, his own tremors and shivers as her heels press into him, bringing him closer still. He has to pause, to catch his breath, but it is only momentary, even if his cock pleads with him with throbbing need, begging him to take his mouth away from its prize.

But he returns to his kissing, his tasting, his tongue drawing its dance around her, feeling her wetness, her warmth, feeling the clit stiffen as her pleasure mounts. He sucks on it, none too gentle now, as his own need, his own desire drives him to accelerate his motions, to bring her wave closer still to breaking, wanting to see it, to taste it, to watch as it ravages her. His motions no doubt lift her butt up off the bed, as his shoulders rock with her bucking hips, as he explores her caverns with fingers and tongue, gently thrusting with the rhythm they set.

When he is satisfied that she is near, that she is ready, he slowly brings his tongue up the length of her vulvar lips, giving her glorious prize another suctioning kiss, before letting his kisses travel up, first to the soft and sensitive area above her nest of pubic hairs. Then he is rising off her, his need an intent clear as he crawls over her, hovering, gasping slightly from his effort and the chill of the air between their sweat-soaked bodies. His manhood ventures up with him, hot and full of its own need, coming to rest between them (so close, and yet so far from its prize) as he lowers himself down to press his lips against her true lips once more.

He reaches for the protection they keep near the bed for times such as this, pressing it into her hand as a silent request for assistance in that area - a need they can attend to after this kiss, of course.

That we're not broken just bent
and we can learn to love again

CHULANE

KIADA i wish that i could say, i am a light that never goes out. She burns as he plays with her, giving her attention in every sense of the word. Shudders, shivers, and moans leave her as she gives him all of her attention. Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging at his hair to help guide him and yet remaining conscious enough of his need to breathe. And gods she can feel the waves growing, the crest just over the edge, and she’s burning an electrifying amount as if each movement he makes sends sparks through her body. And then he pulls away, just before, a whine of protest leaving her as she tries to fight for her own breath, legs shaking as she readjusts them and focuses on where he’s moving. She feels dazed, gaze swimming with lust and desire as she loosens the hold on his hair, leaning back against the cool blankets of the bed. And when he hovers over her, kissing her deeply and just as greedy, she can taste herself on his lips, on his tongue. And she burns with it, hand leaving his hair to grab the protection he hands to her. It takes some fiddling, but she manages to get it on — hand trailing slowly and playfully along the length of his cock before trailing up his chest to his shoulder. And then she’s surging toward him, aiming to keep the kiss deep and long, trying to press him into rolling over onto his back to give her a chance to straddle him. but i flicker from time to time.

It's in the stars
it's been written in the scars on our hearts

Another moan, another groan as he is kissing her, whatever game he was playing evidently done as he gives into the cravings of his body, to the yearning, the carnal desires. He is so consumed by her, so pliable to her whims, even as she was pliable to his. They fit against each other so well, two halves making a whole, drinking each other and relishing the opportunity to over and over again.

Hips roll and buck as her hand explores him, seeking to put the protection on, 'helping' inasmuch as his more primal needs let him help. He is excited by her touch, as he always is; it sends a dizzying amount of heat and sensation roiling through him. He hasn’t time to relish the sensation, before another is pressed against him - or rather, she is pressed against him.

He rolls with her motion, letting her take the lead, the prime position, laying down beneath her as gravity pulls his back to the bed with her on top of him. But he pushes himself more upright with an elbow, his strong back leaning forward, drinking her hungrily. The hand not propping him up presses against her hip, helping her find leverage and guiding her down upon his eagerly awaiting member.

That we're not broken just bent
and we can learn to love again

CHULANE

KIADA i wish that i could say, i am a light that never goes out. Oh, she knows the sort of reaction she can get from him, tries not to let it get to her head aside from instances like this. Of course, he also manages to get her to drink him in, to run her hands along toned skin with muscles that were beginning to grow firmer the more he trained, the more Halo took its toll on him. And when her hand lifts before pushing him over, she drags it slowly along the panes of his body. And then she’s pushing against him, rotating their place on the bed, pulling away from the kiss as she readjusts herself with his help guiding her hips. A deep inhale, head tilting back, she wastes no time in sinking herself down onto him with a moan of satisfaction. Finally. Her back arches as she shifts her legs a bit, moving her hips to begin a rocking pace, tightening around his cock as she pants and reaches for him with her hands, nails digging into skin and leaving red lines in their wake. but i flicker from time to time.

It's in the stars
it's been written in the scars on our hearts

Her hands roam over him, and he loves it, knowing the changes the region was having on him, wondering at the new strength his body was capable of, and seeking only to ever improve it - with her, for her, always linked to her in some way. Her touch leaves burning embers of fire in their wake along his senses, guttural growls rumbling from deep within as they tease and toy with him, so pleasurable and yet not as satisfying as he needs.

Then they are repositioned, and he is lifting himself more upright with his arm extended, leaning against the bed, the other holding her, leveraging her. A hissing breath leaves lips that are pressed against her chest as she lowers herself onto him, as her hot depths envelop him, as he shudders and shivers with the effort of restraint against everything that is her. Her nails drag along his shoulders, he feels the heat of his own blood rise to the surface of his broken skin, and he moans against it, his own mouth seeking to press hot kisses against her chest, to take a breast within and suck a sensitive nipple, to let his teeth and tongue dance around the areola.

And they are rocking, a rhythm they know well by know, his hips rolling with the action, his breath coming in deep and hot and hard, his cock pulsing in ecstasy at her tightness, her wetness, her heat. A hand roams down the small of her back, pressing into her, helping with the motion, the rocking, the grinding, the thrusting, as his mouth trails kisses along her collarbone, and the curves that part of her anatomy offer him.

That we're not broken just bent
and we can learn to love again

CHULANE

KIADA i wish that i could say, i am a light that never goes out. His hand is on her, guiding her, and she pinpoints her attention to the lips that join in as her body responds easily to what they’re doing. A small sheen of sweat glimmers on her skin, hips rolling and rocking on him — a rhythm they both know intimately well. And all she can focus on is that creating wave, that burning sensation in her, the need of him satisfying her. And it works, as her nails dig into his shoulders, as she’s leaning down slightly into pressing her lips against his neck, dragging her teeth along sensitive sweat slicked skin. He’d nearly had her finished before, and now with her need sated and him filling her up, she presses down hard onto him with a moan and a bite placed on his neck in a spot that’s easily hidden. She burns for him, and when the wave greets her, when she can feel the surge of it begin, she can’t help but to lose herself in it — a louder moan escaping her, shudders and shivers roaming down her body as she rocks herself with him, unable to hold onto the feeling for long before it’s gone. Still, pleasure was pleasure at the end of the day, and she indulges in it to the maximum amount she can. but i flicker from time to time.

It's in the stars
it's been written in the scars on our hearts

The sweat, the rocking and rolling, the rhythm they dance - it is all part of what he has come to know and accept, to enthusiastically and actively participate in, to drive each other wild and express how they feel without outright saying the words. It was intimate, it was a rush of energy and pleasure and senses going into overdrive. Deep groans shuddered through him with her every touch, with every motion they performed, leaning into her lips against his neck, pressing his hot skin against her, encouraging her to bite, to bruise, to taste the sweat that her actions ushered from him.

But she's just teasing him,  her focus drifting inward as the wave comes - he feels it, his own desire mounting, causing shivers to roll down his legs, to twitch and dance along the firm and flexed muscles of his back and buttocks. Then she is biting him, and he almost whimpers as the release comes in the next thrust, tremors shuddering their way all over his body as their orgasms climaxed, as his seed spilled, hot and wet against the protection, his manhood pulsing as more waves came, riding out her heat, her tension, her tremors with her.

They are moaning together, gasping for breath, and he leans back as he came the final time, also using this vantage to simply look at her, to see her in all her glory. Then his forehead pressed upon her shoulder, leaning against her, holding her close against him, relishing in it while he can. He pushed a kiss against her chest, in between breaths, hmming a low satisfied sound as he then rocks them both backwards, his other hand coming up to ensure she comes with him, to hold her with possessive firmness along her waistline, to gently fondle the underside of her breasts with both of his thumbs as she lays on top of him.

"I think I can clear you for normal duties," he says softly, smiling that recently satisfied smile, chuckling softly as he realises his game lasted far shorter than he intended, but finding it all worthwhile regardless.

That we're not broken just bent
and we can learn to love again

CHULANE

KIADA i wish that i could say, i am a light that never goes out. Oh, she does land her marking bites in a space easy to hide and yet easy to show — after all, attention was attention at the end of the day and she's sure he likely wants to keep the best kind of attention lingering on him. So she marks him in spaces only she’d continually see unless he intended on not wearing the scarves and the bundled clothing he typically did, before she loses herself almost entirely. It’s electrifying, the way it drags out and plays along, the way his sounds spark and ignite against her own, pressing softer kisses to the marks left behind as she rocks and rides it out with him. Wave after wave, that settling sense as she holds onto the bliss from it however long she can. Her hands move to prop herself up a bit on the bed over him, scanning his face as she pants to retain her own breath. And then he’s pulling her into him and she has no choice but to follow, pressing her cheek to his chest, sticking to him as those covered in sweat typically did. His comment and laugh sparks her movement, however, as she tilts her head up to peer at him, a dark raised brow as she tries to catch her breath again. “And what would the doctor consider normal?” She chimes playfully to him, running her fingertips along his side in a gentle stroking pattern. but i flicker from time to time.

It's in the stars
it's been written in the scars on our hearts

The bites he would wear with pride, the bruises a way of showing off the intimacy between them - but then, perhaps to keep it intimate, he would find appreciation in Kia's careful placement of her lovebites once the scene settled down more. Chuy was who he was, an honest fellow, he was unashamed of the depth of his feelings for her and he would tell others quite plainly if they saw the evidence and asked after its origin. Come Flowerbirth, with their travel plans, the many layers that he wears in Halo would likely lessen, lending to more exposed skin…

Gods, but he was smitten, utterly and completely, his mind and body relishing in everything that she was to him. They were both still catching their breath even as they fell, his chest rising and falling, lifting his 'Kia blanket' with every intake. A deep, soft rumbling chuckle echoed within him, from everything - the satisfaction, the experience, the many different emotions churning within him, and her response to his question.

Running his hands down her side, as if to mimic the touches hers were doing to him, (he subtly disposed of the protection while he was down there with a well-aimed toss to the bin), he firmly grasped both of her buttocks in ahis generous grip as he said: "Kick ass and chase monsters?" He huffed a laugh in between his breaths, which were still coming in puffs every now and then. "I'd never presume to tell you what your normal is, Kia. I can only hope you consider me a part of it." He words were softer now, the playacting tone dropped, though he spoke with a smile softening the edges of his mouth and a brow raised in curiosity, tilting his head down to better gauge her reaction.

That we're not broken just bent
and we can learn to love again

CHULANE