Statellites [cw]

He gave her a soft nod when she said she wasn’t tired and didn’t need rest. He could see how she was unpleased with how he had believed she was tired. He hummed a little a thoughtfully, almost as a grumble, as she asked if he wanted to take it to the bed. “I know you can,” he spoke softly while she removed his hair. A short, soft groan left him as she bit his ear. She hummed into his ear, which pleased him for a moment, but it only lasted so long before she teased him with her tongue. “Alright,” he sighed, letting his arms find her hips. As if she was a bag of feathers, he lifted her up, while he got up himself, and placed her over his shoulder. He turned around on the spot, squatted down to pick up the cognac, and proceeded towards his bedroom while taking a few sips. He was in no hurry to get there, and if she seemed to fall down his shoulder, he would simply make a small hop so she would pop right back in place.
When they got to his bedroom, he let her glide down his shoulder so she would land on her back directly. “You reap what you sow, right?” he mumbled, pulling his shirt off. It was after all already open. Like with everything else, he took his time. When it was off, and thrown towards the laundry basket, he grabbed the flask one more time, to take a mouthful, before he turned his attention towards her.

A squeal of delight left her lips as he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, almost as if she weighed nothing at all. She tried her best not to make it more difficult for him, so she stayed still, even if every inch of her wanted to tease him and make it a little troublesome.
When her back hit the bed, she looked up, watching him move, and she popped up on her elbows and followed his movements.
“I neber understoot dat, what do you say, saying?” she hummed, letting her tongue run over her lips. If you reap what you sow, didn’t that mean you already knew the consequences of your actions, however, she always felt like the sentence were used to explain how people should have expected the outcome of what they had done, and right now, she got exactly what she wanted? Her fingers grabbed the sides of her dress, so she ended up falling down on her back again, her brown hair sprawling over the covers, and slowly, ever so slowly, she started to pull it up.

He grumbled a little, “Saying is correct,” he told her, thinking for a short moment – or maybe he was just slow with his speech. “You can also say, you had this coming,” he said clenching his teeth shortly. He looked back at her as he had gotten rid of his shirt and saw how she was starting to pull up her dress. He leaned down to her, without even crawling on the bed, his hands glided up her legs, “Save a little,” he mumbled before his hands got under her dress and grabbed her undergarments removing them with ease. As soon as they were removed, he started to get rid of his pants. As soon as the belt was open, he looked at her for a moment before he turned away from her, to walk into the walk-in closet. Without a word he let his eyes study his closet’s content. It wasn’t for any reason, in particular, he just thought it might be a little healthy for her to wait for a little, or maybe she just had to push him. Both were good possibilities.

She pursed her lips together as he told her that she should save a little, then a giggle left her as he suddenly moved with a greater speed compared to his usual pace, and then he moved away. So far away that a coldness formed over her, she got up, sitting looking at how he stood there in his closet and looking at things. Was he serious? A groan left her, and she fell back into the bed and looked up at the ceiling, she found it rather unfair that he kept playing her like this, and for a moment, she thought about just taking off her dress and getting under the covers, fall asleep or something, maybe out of sheer spite. Then she thought, if he was really going to be like that, she could have her own fun, so her fingers glided up her legs again before they sought dangerously close to her pelvis. Her eyes closed as she wandered over the warm folds, and a soft gasp left her as she entered herself.

Without even looking at her, he had this feeling that she was looking at him. Bothered that he had moved away. He tugged on a smile as he could hear how she fell back into the bed, dissatisfied. He however took his time, though the way she had sounded he did, however, start with putting away his belt, folding it neatly. His head turned a little as he heard her gasp. So much for being able to take things slow, he thought to himself. When the belt was packed away in a drawer, he undressed the rest, putting it neatly away, throwing the underwear in the laundry basket on his way back to her. With her, he wasn’t shy for seeing how she had occupied herself.
“I thought you said you could take things slowly too?” he mumbled and sat down next to her, placing his head on top of her knee, and his hand on the top part of her inner thigh, simply having it there. His gaze shortly rested on her hand’s action before his gaze crawled up her still dressed body until they found her eyes. “Seems like you don’t need me for anything,” he teased, letting his grip around her thigh tighten a little, just to make her more aware of how close he was to her.

She didn’t care for how long he wanted to take his time to get out of his clothes; maybe she was being impatient, but if anything, he wouldn’t mind if she got ready for him now, would he? Or at least she didn’t think so. Maybe it was also the excitement of him being just in the other room that pushed her to do what she was doing now, feeling the silky feeling as her fingers pleasured herself.
A soft chuckle left her, and she opened her eyes halfway up; and as she saw his naked body, her teeth found the bottom lip; it only added to her anticipation. The leg where he had his hand on her thigh folded to the side, and the other pulled up, so her foot was placed against the bedcover, giving him a better view of what was going on underneath the dress. “Well, den enjoy de biew”, she hummed, closing her eyes, not stopping what her hands were doing, taking her time as her heart rate quickened.

“I am,” he mumbled softly, keeping his eyes on hers, noticing how her cheeks blushed up while she kept herself busy. He turned himself a little more towards her, so he had less of his back towards, her, folding one leg up, so it laid along her body. His free hand snaked around her leg. His dark eyes almost ate every inch of her as they traveled down her dressed body. Taking his time, making sure that she would either feel flustered or validated. When his eyes reached her fingers, he moved his hand a little, just to let his little finger open up a little, while he leaned a little back with her leg. Without a word, he let a finger accompany hers, entering the warm, wet center she had. Even though he knew that some speeds were more appreciated he went slow; teasingly. If she didn’t pull her hand away, he would eventually proceed with yet another. After all, the more flexible and open she was, the more she was actually ready for him and felt comfortable. Even though Orochi was greedy and took what he could, there was so much calmness in Tamotsu, that it didn’t even affect him. He liked to enjoy every feast, even though this was a different kind of feast.

A gasp left her as he entered her with her fingers; she felt the hotness spread from her stomach and up her back. Her hips buckled, and it was like the slowness of it all only made it so much more pleasurable for her. She managed to gasp his name as he let one more finger enter her; she moved her own hand, feeling the slick warmness glide from them as she moved them up to the small pearl; as soon as she started giving it some attention, her hips buckled. Her hazel eyes opened, and she turned to look at him and saw how he watched her interaction and how she was reacting to what was happening. Her teeth sunk into her lip, and her eyes closed once again as her hands glided down and her fingers accompanied his once more.

His eyes devoured every little movement she made. It was quite satisfying to watch how she could satisfy herself, and what difference it made when he interfered. His eyes wandered to her face when she spoke his name breathlessly. He pulled on a tiny smirk as she moved her hand, but just a little. He could feel how her hand worked under half of his palm. She seemingly was quite satisfied with the small things that were happening, the way she looked at him and how her teeth bit her lip. She accompanied him again and a small hum left him, considering what would work the best. He took his time and made sure that nothing was hasty or overlooked. As much as one could like how clothing was just ripped of one’s body, one could also truly enjoy how one took their time to make sure that they felt so incredibly good. Tamotsu was capable of it all, but it just came much more naturally to him to take things slow. He knew when it was time for what. “You’re not hot and bothered, are you?” he mumbled to her with slightly furrowed brows, not stopping the work he was doing on her.

Her lips parted when he asked her a question, she wanted to say no, but that would be a self-evident lie because she was clearly already getting there. “I’m getting dere”, she whispered, feeling how her voice came out a little raspy as if she couldn’t really breathe; she wanted more, and yet she didn’t want to get there too fast; she liked how it was right now.
Shuffling around a little, she got her other arm out, so she could let it glide over his arm before it finally was able to find its way into his lovely hair. Once again, her eyes opened, even though they were slightly hooded. Her lips parted as another gasp left and she buckled her hips, a soft whimper left her, okay maybe she was more than getting there.

A brow raised as she parted her lips to reply but took a second to decide. She was getting there. Her voice even revealed so, besides from everything his eyes could see. Her hand found his hair, and he closed his eyes shortly, opening them almost simultaneously. His brow twitched a little as she gasped, and her hips buckled. He removed his fingers from her slowly and let them draw out the top curve of her hip before he let his hand tighten around it. With ease, he held her hip down while he moved between her legs, leaning a little down, so her hand would still be able to mess his hair up as much as she liked. Instead of giving her what they had prepared her for, he let his fingers find her center again. Her hand was in blocking any access to the small pleasure pearl, but it didn’t really bother him. “To me, it looks like you’re about to finish,” he told her with a softer, husky voice.

She hummed when she noticed how he moved around, placing himself between her legs. She could feel how her entire body started to tighten in anticipation. But as if he had known, he didn’t give her what she craved. Instead, he made her go absolutely mad from how he denied her to even access her own pleasure, in that way only making her body crave it even more.
A hard swallow made her throat bob; she gasped when he told her that she looked like someone that was about to finish. “You’re mocking me”, she whispered out of breath; her hand found her breast instead, slowly kneading it as the pleasure was building up between her legs, just like he had noticed, she might be getting to the edge, but that didn’t mean she was about to finish, far from it really.

He didn’t even have to touch her to feel how she was getting excited for him as he placed himself between her legs. His eyes watched how her body could twist and jag in as she seemingly got closer to her first climax. He hummed with that low husky voice of his as she told him that she was mocking him. Leaning down, taking his time he let his lips find her ear to speak softly. “I would never,” He declared in the same low husky voice. Now that he was leaning over her, it was quite inviting to give in. He studied how she caressed her chest, just like he had done many times before. He gave her a warm kiss against her cheeks, “You’re almost irresistible,” he told her, letting her know that he was tired too.

There was a part of her that detested being like this, a whimpering, begging mess. Completely at his mercy. Her eyes opened, so big that one could almost drink from them. She wanted to take him in, but as he kept working on her, and her own hands had moved to her chest it was nearly impossible. So, she closed them again, she didn’t fight it, succumbing to his mercy. A gasp left her as he told her that she was irresistible. Oh, how she loved his voice, how just single syllables could make her hips buckle underneath him.
“Por favor” (please) she begged, her hands fell from her chest and grabbed the sheets instead. Clamming them into her sweety hands, she couldn’t even do anything if she wanted. Even if she hated it, she couldn’t run from the fact that she loved it as well. How he could control her, mould her in such a way where she would do anything for him. She knew she would regret it when it was over, only for the sole reason that she knew she was falling in love with him, even though she tried her best to fight it. So afraid that he would turn her away and this, whatever they shared, would end.

She looked so pleasured the way she laid there with her cheeks flushed and her hands almost covering her chest. Panting and gasping. She begged with such a soft voice and in pure ecstasy, she grabbed the fine sheets he had.
“As you wish,” he whispered to her with a voice that could be compared with a growl with how low it was.  His hands left her, only to find their way under her arms, to easily move her further onto the bed so her legs were on the mattress if she stretched them. He leaned down to her, giving her a soft kiss, placing his member by her center, letting his lips leave hers as he entered to hum a groan, wanting to hear her. He grabbed one of her legs and guided it up around his waist. For now, he kept it calm, but from the times they had had before, she knew that he could give her much more if she wished for him to do so. He simply believed that the feeling was intensified by enjoying every thrust and letting her feel all of him and not just most of him, which was something that happened when you picked up a pace to build a quicker and less satisfying orgasm. He knew very well how he could almost drive her mad in pleasure, simply by taking his time.

It was a rush of emotions that surged through her, gasping and panting after an ounce of air while enjoying every moment of it. She liked he took her time, savoured her as some would say. It made her feel appreciated and wanted; even though she knew Ares's affection towards her, it had always been Tamotsu for her. Her hunger for him and what he awoke in her—always left her in despair when she left him because she craved his touch and being near him. Unfortunately, she couldn’t compete with his wants and needs, which was a thing she had tried to come to terms with for such a long time—not that she had been particularly successful.
Her back arched when he finally connected them, as a low growling yes escaped her lips. How she loved how slow he took things, that it wasn’t over quickly, it gave her more time—more time with him was all she really wished for.
Her hands found the back of his neck, and one of them found its way into his hair. She pulled him closer, feeling how their bodies created heat among them—it would be so easy for her to let the three little words of love escape her lips; being afraid that they might, she kissed him instead, moving her hips with his—slow and savouring.

She wrapped her arms around him, and he let her pull him closer. Not hesitating with letting their lips meet while they moved, almost caringly, together. Even though she didn’t say the words, he could already hear them leave her. He knew how long she would let her eyes linger after him when he passed by. The knowledge was easy to get. The hand that held her leg up glided down to her hipbone, pinning her down while the hook of his arm held her leg up, knowing very well that it could get difficult along the way to keep it there herself. The hand that was still by her side flexed a bit so he could support himself while he caressed her chest with a rougher hand. A groan left the back of his throat, though it was mostly swallowed by their kiss. He bit onto her lip, gently and without harming her, letting his lips find hers again right after, letting the thrust get harder, but kept them slow. Even though it was giving her satisfaction, and surely multiple feelings, it was also for his own satisfaction that he had given in to her begging.

It woke more feelings in her than usual—maybe it was because of what had happened earlier than that, perhaps because she had found herself missing Mexico, missing her mother’s cooking and swimming in the warm waters instead of the cold ones just off the coast of Oakheart.
Maybe it was because she wasn’t sure how long she could proceed with this, her standing in the corner of her room, looking after him with longing and loving eyes, only to feel her heart shatter when he had passed her without saying hello. The times she hadn’t been able to find him because he had been enjoying the company of others and finding himself at the bottom of a bottle.
How long before it tore her completely apart? When was enough, enough?
She gasped as he pushed her down, forcing her to stop moving with him, giving him complete control over the situation.
Small soft cries left her as his hand found her chest, and for a moment, she forgot to do anything other than just letting emotions well up in her, so much so that she felt the slickness of tears glide down her cheeks. Moans and sobs mixed together as his thrusts got harder.

For a while he continued, believing that the cries that left her were of pleasure, and maybe they were, but the tears made him slow down, and eventually stop, pulling himself out and distancing his lips from hers. “’Mena,” he whispered to her. His voice so easily sounded caring and like a warm blanket. He guided her leg down from his waist. “You’re ruining yourself,” he told her with a soft low voice, the smell of alcohol still dozed around him. “I don’t care how much you want this, or how much you’re begging,” his voice mumbled, and he dried a tear off her soft cheeks. “I’m not going to help you ruin yourself,” he told her letting his eyes rest on her. Even though he smelled so much of alcohol, it was never enough to make him under the influence. He knew his every move, just like any other sober person. Even though he was downing bottle after bottle, it wasn’t going to satisfy, except for the taste of it. The taste many disliked. “They were gruesome earlier, Mena… I don’t want to ruin more of you,” he told her, giving her a lazy smile.

What.
She opened her eyes and looked at him, confused; what was happening? She hadn’t even noticed how she had let her emotions show, he moved himself from her, guided her legs away from him, and she could feel the pain spread over her like a tsunami she couldn’t contain.
Her lips parted, and words were on the tip of her tongue, but as he told her that he wasn’t going to help her ruin herself, it was like someone took a hammer and threw it through the glass that was guarding her very fragile heart.
Her chin and lip started to vibrate as she tried to keep back the tears that beckoned to get realised; her entire body was tense as he kept talking, giving him that beautiful smile of his—did he not understand just how much that it hurt?
“Sorry”, she whispered before pulling her legs together, trying to get out of his arms and onto the floor. She needed to get out of here, fresh air; maybe that could make her understand what had just happened. Was he ending this? Because he didn’t want to ruin her?
Where had she put her dress? Panic started to spread in her chest as she denied herself to do what she wanted to do the most—break down.

She didn’t need to say anything he could see how she felt so clearly. How her eyes moved, almost scared. Afraid. She was devastated and truly ruined the way her chin and lips started to quiver. Her eyes glistened in the dimmed dark light.
A word left her, with a voice that was so small and fragile. She pulled her legs together and crawled out of his arms, his relaxed eyes followed her movements. Studying her. She got to her legs. At least she could stand. He could see how she searched for her clothing, which made him get fully up from the bed and turn around. He placed a heavy hand on her shoulder and turned her around. With no words, he squatted down and picked her up. He sat down on the bed, and placed her on top of him, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close, having a great feeling that she didn’t really know what to do with herself.

She got increasingly more frustrated as she couldn’t find what she was looking for; for a moment, she wondered if she should just get the hell out and not care if she was clothed or not, she could jump into the harbour and swim to southside, to her small home nestled close to the forest.
But before she could even think that thought to an end, a hand was placed on her shoulder—she hadn’t even noticed that he had gotten up from the bed. Her head turned and looked up at him, not that she could for long, as. He picked her up and sat down with her on his lap.
For a moment, Mena wondered if she should resist, but she didn’t; instead, she leaned against his chest and started crying. Letting emotions she had locked away for so long that it overwhelmed her. It wasn’t even because she blamed him when it came down to it, she had put herself in this situation, so much she knew—but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.
“I lobe you so much, ant it jhurts, I don’t want it to jhurt” she hitched the words, and the r’s rolled even more than usual as she buried her head in his chest.

She laid against his chest. It eased him a little because he honestly didn’t wish to force her to rest, but he knew that if she had tried to resist, he would also have gotten stubborn. One of his hands caressed her hair while she cried. His arms were like a weighted blanket. They surrounded one and made one feel at ease. Framed and comfortable. At least that was the description he had gotten before.
Words spilled from her. He wished that he could say something to her to ease her, but he honestly didn’t know what words he could say that would actually ease her. His arms snaked closer around her. “You don’t deserve to be hurt,” he whispered. His words were filled with warmth. “Maybe you got more on your plate than what’s good?” he suggested and let a hand run over her hair, gently and without hitting any knots. He wished to ask, if he could ask her what he could do so it wouldn’t hurt her, but at the same time, he knew what she would ask of him. He couldn’t lie to her, say words that meant nothing to him, but the world to her. Not even if it would save one of them from a miserable death. However, she was one of the people he favored the most on this earth. She reminded him of old times. Good times. People who he had loved. The odd thing might be, that he was almost acting as if she was the person he loved. There wouldn’t be much difference in his actions, except the fact that he would pull her with him home every night, and not just let her come when it suited her. “Shin'ainaru (dear),” he spoke softly, knowing that she would sacrifice everything for hearing him say those words. His arms constricted around her, and before he with ease moved around on the bed, so he laid with his back on the mattress, and she laid on top of him, first, when he was certain that she laid there, he let the constriction loosen up.

Her heart felt heavy when he didn’t say it back, not that she had thought he would—if he had loved her, wouldn’t he have told her something when he clearly knew already? So, she cried, not finding any solace in his words, how she didn’t deserve to get hurt because staying here and not getting what she so desperately wished from him was maybe the most hurt she had ever put herself through. The arms that usually brought her so much comfort felt like a cold prison, and it was weighing her down like an anchor in an ocean so deep and suddenly she couldn’t breathe, and she was drowning.
Letting herself sink into his arms, almost as if she surrendered, even if her entire mind was screaming at her, begging her to get up and walk away before she broke even more. Until there was nothing more to repair, was she just going to keep doing this?
A choked sob left her as he called her dear. But it wasn’t until he loosened the grip that she could finally get her mind to work. “I can’t keep doing dis, if you can’t lobe me, you’re already jhurting me, sorry, I can’t”, she whispered, getting out his arms once more, and this time she found her dress and put it over her body, she needed distance, to get her mind straight—air and maybe something to dull her mind for a few hours.

She got out of his arms, and he watched how she this time found her dress. He slowly sat back up, looking at her as she moved around. Tamotsu wasn’t the talkative man, but he had a feeling that he understood what she was going through, without being certain that he had experienced it himself. He got up from his seat and walked around the bed, without laying any hands on her. He opened the glass door that led to the terrace that could lead down to the sea. He walked back to where he came from but stopped behind her. “Take your time,” he mumbled before he walked over to take the bottle once again, so he could take a large mouthful from it. Now, it wasn’t because he expected her to leave at all, neither did he expect her to throw a fit and hit his back in frustration. He walked towards the walk-in closet that she had hidden in not long ago and found himself a silk kimono. She even had one for herself there, though he couldn’t remember if he had shown it to her. With his slow movements, he put on his kimono.