There were few habits easier to train than ones that felt quite so good, and Armand didn't see any fault in encouraging it. What's wrong with relief in a world with so little of it?
Armand knew how to make her squirm, and this time he left her there for now instead of pushing further. He kissed his way up the other side of her neck, lingering at the edge of her jaw a moment before returning to her mouth. He ran thumb over her nipple and down the side of her breast. He rubs circles on her hip where he's settled his hand.
He also kept her still, pressing her back down if she tried to move forward. Touch turning too gentle to offer greater relief.
Concerning everything was so miserable right now, and he could help her forget a little while...why not indulge, go with this habit.
But he was making her squirm, knew exactly how much pressure to keep her still. She wrapped her arms around him, stroking over his back, but not pulling him close. That would get in the way of his hand, and the hand on her breast.
It might have made her kiss was a little more fierce, firmer then she would have been normally. It was so sweet, very gentle, and usually she liked him gentle.
Armand was used to acting for the sake of other people. It's one of the few ways that did push him to take action. He didn't see any reason to think about it.
He was always gentle, and that hasn't changed. Even as he proved how teasing a gentle touch could be. His hand left her breast for her cheek as she kissed him a touch more fiercely. He could feel the heat of her body, running far hotter than him in the room's mild temperature.
But he let up on the pressure so that she could move a little more as he stroked her back.
Armand could focus on Aerith, and Aerith could focus on pleasure. It was a win win situation for both of them, really.
His coolness helped, and she settled as she was given more leeway to move. Her kiss gentled, and she kept the motions of her hips slight, moving to lean against him chest to chest.
Her hands went from fisting his shirt, to slowly stroking his back. It seemed all she wanted, was just a little bit of relief.
He helped her settle, his hand steady against her back as he kissed her. He let the relief sink in, as she pressed against them and grew cooler again. He let time pass like that, just enjoying the gentle exchange, before his hands slid down to her hips. He settled them there, his palms steady but long fingers rubbing the bare skin above the waistband of her skirt and occasionally slipping under the fabric.
His touch was light, but as certain as his movements always were.
Her touch felt good. Fire was dangerous to vampires, and yet when that had been the source of heat and light the desire for warmth had been enough to stand by them back when there were less 'modern' conveniences available. Armand had spent centuries down in the cold and dark, and he never wanted to return. So he soaked in the warmth of her and the feeling of the nails on his back.
It didn't make his movements any less deliberate. From the start, his experience had always been clear. He was well practiced in taking people to bed, and quick to learn her body.
His fingers sliding against her skirt waistband wouldn't be an wholly innocent touch in any case, but they carry too the reminder of what he could - and has - done.
The coolness of his skin was something she was getting used to. He normally felt much warmer after drinking her blood, sharing her heat. But maybe she could simply keep him warm by staying close.
He knew her body, what made her writhe against him. How easily she could be reminded of the things they had done, what he had done to heat them both up.
She pulled out of the kiss slowly, kissing his cheek, traveling down his jaw, so she could slowly, carefully, bite his neck without piercing skin.
Never let it be said that a vampire couldn't enjoy being bitten. Depending on the vampire and who was doing the biting, there were vampires that wouldn't let the biter live long enough to manage to say that they didn't enjoy it. Armand didn't fall into that category.
Armand liked being bitten. Aerith didn't have the teeth to do it properly, even if she wasn't being careful. Hers could pierce skin, but lack incisors that allow vampires to cut so easily. But the comparative bluntness has it's benefits, especially if she bit a little harder.
He rewarded her choice by pushing down her skirt, and discarding it on the floor. With his arm under her, he lifted her slightly so he could move his legs so she was straddling them rather than sitting his lap. He caressed the newly bare skin, as he spread his legs slightly so that she'd need to hold onto him to keep steady.
It seemed she accidentally stumbled into something she needed to do more often.
Aerith made a small noise of surprise, letting go as she felt her skirt hit the floor.
She ended up spreading her legs, clasping onto him with her thighs as her fingers latched onto his back. She couldn't break skin with her nails- they were too blunt, too short for gardening.
He could still enjoy the sensation of them digging in as she sought to keep her balance.
Armand didn't make it easier for her to catch her balance as he ran his hands down her legs, enjoying the blunt nails against his back. It's not the easiest position to give someone a massage but knew where to press his thumbs against her lower legs to work at muscles as he worked his way back up towards her thighs.
He rubs his hands against her upper thighs, too, though he wouldn't pretend that his intentions were to make her particularly relaxed. But he did put an arm around her to help support her again.
Her breath caught. She didn't know where he learned how to massage, but he knew where to press his thumbs, rub with his fingers- had her legs always felt so tense?- so she would feel her muscles soothed. Doing exactly what he wanted, even if she wasn't sure what was on his mind.
She was never quite sure what Armand was thinking.
"Like this?" Aerith leaned back against his arm, making her back arch. She had to let him go, and her hands went back , touching his thighs. He might need both hands for whatever he had planned.
"Yes, exactly." She was almost fully undressed, but he would say exposed only because she was doing as he asked. She did as he said, and so he could take care of her as she wanted. It allowed him a certain sublimation of the self, one that he has embraced with some frequency over the years.
He smiled at her. There was no need for her to know what's on his mind. He twisted so that with just a bit of help from her he could lower her to lie on the bed smoothly rather than dropping her back.
"Do your best to remain still." And he'll do his best to make that as difficult as possible. He moved over her with what could be slightly agonizing slowness, as if he was looking for places she's sensitive for the first time, except that instead he simply lingers over them.
He could feel every move she made on his lap, of course, but on her back brings a layer of more visible exposure.
It was an exchange. If she did what he asked, he would give her what she wanted. It was a gentle, almost effortless surrender-for both of her.
All of her felt so exposed- the scar from her death especially, the skin faded over the past year to a soft pink. The motion, smooth and careful, still had her raise her arms, and rest them by her head.
"Remain still? Armand..." It was impossible. He knew it was impossible. She ended up closing her eyes, head tilting back as he went over her body.
Aerith always tried to do what he asked. But her hips shifted, especially when he touched in certain spots he knew she was sensitive to- and she gasped, and her hips jerked, hard in reaction to being touched in a particular spot he very well knew made her flustered.
They were both well aware it was impossible, which was one reason Armand only said to try her best. He knew that would be enough. He paused every time she moved, just for a moment but it's a teasing reminder of his 'request'.
He knew her well, and she knew he could push her over the edge. Now, he proved his words that he could do the opposite as well. The slight pauses in between involuntary movements and then a sudden stop.
He sat up, moving back from where he had been leaning over her. He didn't look completely untouched, but her hold on him didn't change that he didn't sweat or his overall control, and the comparison beside Aerith made it stand out.
"What was it you said? I could finish my book." He ran his hand over her ankle as if it wasn't already obvious he was teasing. He didn't feel that made it less amusing.
She was trying her best, and he knew how exactly to push her to react and just...want. But she tried to stay still when he reminded her, teasing or not, even if she involuntarily shook from the tension.
She ended up laying there, flushed, fingers curled into her palms. In comparison, she looked like a right mess, riled up and clearly wanting more.
"That was before you decided to not have a quiet night." She could feel her ankle twitch under his touch, and she huffed up at him. "Very clearly."
Her arms shifted, ready to prop herself up on her elbows. "Because...I think you decided tonight you were going to tease me senseless. I'm going to need an extra long cold shower if you stop."
"I believe I remember deciding that, though you never know how a night might go," he mused, idly rubbing her instep. As if he was one to leave these things up to chance if he had any other option.
"You do not seem senseless, just yet. Accuracy is important." But he'd also said nothing to intense. This didn't even register on his personal scale, but that wasn't what he was using. He pretended to sigh, as he managed to make slipping off his shirt into an elegant gesture.
"I believe I see the solution to our dilemma. See how close you can drive yourself to senseless. If you're good, I won't have you stop." There was no need not to indulge his own voyeur... tendencies, before adding 'reassurance' that it wasn't simply a matter of indulging her.
He was having way too much fun with this. She had no idea that her instep could be a sensitive spot. Or at least a distracting spot, under his care.
At least he finally, finally took off his shirt, after he had stripped her down and gotten her all ready and waiting for some form of release.
"That's not going to take much at this rate." She sighed, and moved up to offer him a quick kiss. "But we'll see how good I am."
She wasn't sure how she could be...well. Good, when she was going to be touching herself for him to watch. Aerith could only assume that she should put on a show. Though...she'd never really done that before.
"This isn't a performance," he said, leaning close. It was, of course, but it's not meant to be an attempt at a more purposeful show. She wasn't him, and he set his standard for 'good' in a different place as he was pretty certain this was something new.
"Don't think of me." He smirked slightly. "Don't think of me being with you now." He didn't know that 'pretend I just walked in when you were too distracted to notice' would necessarily help. He didn't think there was a chance she wouldn't be aware of his presence, but he considered that a better show than anything she might try to put on.
She felt herself flush as he leaned in close. Oh. He was so close. Nevermind that he had been for the past few minutes.
"Oh. So that...okay." How did he scramble her brains so quickly with a smirk and a few words? He would have made a killing at the Wall Market, if not been the star of the Honeybee Inn. Maybe the scenario would work, pretending to be caught in the act.
With the kiss, she settled back down on to the bed, and after a few moments hesitation- she knew what would make her aroused, distracted, needing to be touched.
And she knew who would elicit that strongly.
That made her hands move with confidence as she smoothed her hands over her touch warm skin, making her sigh in pleasure. It wasn't slow, drawn out, like it had been just before, but confident all the same.
She knew Armand was still there, so she kept her eyes closed as she touched herself, biting her lip. It made it easier to go through with it, not reach for him or get distracted from her movements.
When Aerith closed her eyes, Armand finished getting undressed. He move silent as a matter of course, and trusted that she was too occupied to hear any faint rustle.
He would assure her that she didn't have to have any concerns about not putting on a good enough show. He kept his eyes on her, enjoying the sight. His intense gaze could prove... unsettling, which was another reason it might be a good idea to keep her eyes closed.
He reached out to take her arm before she hit release, but at least this was the last time he planned on making her hold back. "You've been good enough that you don't have to finish on your own." He's a generous man. And he can indulge an earlier concern, in case any worries about her being 'unkind' tried to come back later.
She might have stumbled, gotten shy from his intense gaze. Reminded of someone else who looked at her with such intense eyes, wanting her, for good or for worse. If it had hit the wrong way, it would have been...not unkind but alarming, taking her out of the mood entirely.
Thankfully, it didn't become a problem. She made a noise, offering a little shake as she opened her eyes, staring up at him, panting.
She felt a little dazed, shaken out of the moment where she would have finished.
"That's- that's good." Her hand dropped away, and she looked up to Armand, her breathing slowing. "Yes...please. Armand please."
She wasn't sure what specifically she was asking for, other than release by his hands- or other parts.
Armand pulled her on top of him, which was his preference and so he appreciated that he could say something about being more reasonable considering their comparative size and weight. If it was ever necessary to say something to someone else.
Even outside the Barge, the only protection needed when it came to sleeping with a vampire was against that vampire - and there was nothing that provided that. It wasn't something Armand generally partook in personally, but there was a long list of dead lover attached to vampires in general.
After all the work he'd put in already, he didn't expect this to provide any difficulties, and he'd already prepared himself to avoid any potentially tiresome ideas. He didn't bite her, but he did lean in to kiss her neck as she was finally allowed relief.
He kissed her again, lingering a moment against the feeling of her pulse, but with no true interest in feeding (beyond what's always there, but Armand had detached himself from that feeling a long time ago).
He rolled them over enough that they're both lying on the bed.
He brushed a few strands of hair back from Aerith's face, before lying back. He's more than a little pleased with himself for Aerith's fulfillment, which he felt was definitely one of the better emotions to be filled with after sex.
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Date: 2025-08-04 09:52 pm (UTC)Armand knew how to make her squirm, and this time he left her there for now instead of pushing further. He kissed his way up the other side of her neck, lingering at the edge of her jaw a moment before returning to her mouth. He ran thumb over her nipple and down the side of her breast. He rubs circles on her hip where he's settled his hand.
He also kept her still, pressing her back down if she tried to move forward. Touch turning too gentle to offer greater relief.
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Date: 2025-08-04 10:16 pm (UTC)But he was making her squirm, knew exactly how much pressure to keep her still. She wrapped her arms around him, stroking over his back, but not pulling him close. That would get in the way of his hand, and the hand on her breast.
It might have made her kiss was a little more fierce, firmer then she would have been normally. It was so sweet, very gentle, and usually she liked him gentle.
But she usually got to move a little more too.
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Date: 2025-08-04 11:02 pm (UTC)He was always gentle, and that hasn't changed. Even as he proved how teasing a gentle touch could be. His hand left her breast for her cheek as she kissed him a touch more fiercely. He could feel the heat of her body, running far hotter than him in the room's mild temperature.
But he let up on the pressure so that she could move a little more as he stroked her back.
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Date: 2025-08-04 11:57 pm (UTC)His coolness helped, and she settled as she was given more leeway to move. Her kiss gentled, and she kept the motions of her hips slight, moving to lean against him chest to chest.
Her hands went from fisting his shirt, to slowly stroking his back. It seemed all she wanted, was just a little bit of relief.
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Date: 2025-08-05 12:17 am (UTC)His touch was light, but as certain as his movements always were.
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Date: 2025-08-05 12:40 am (UTC)His light touch on her waist made made her shiver, pressing her body firmly against his front before going still.
Or trying to. The deliberation was making her feel very aware of how easy it would be to pull it down, and off.
She tried not to squirm too much. Instead, she focused on pulling up his shirt so she could run her palms and short nails against his back.
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Date: 2025-08-05 12:55 am (UTC)It didn't make his movements any less deliberate. From the start, his experience had always been clear. He was well practiced in taking people to bed, and quick to learn her body.
His fingers sliding against her skirt waistband wouldn't be an wholly innocent touch in any case, but they carry too the reminder of what he could - and has - done.
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Date: 2025-08-05 01:33 am (UTC)He knew her body, what made her writhe against him. How easily she could be reminded of the things they had done, what he had done to heat them both up.
She pulled out of the kiss slowly, kissing his cheek, traveling down his jaw, so she could slowly, carefully, bite his neck without piercing skin.
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Date: 2025-08-05 01:53 am (UTC)Armand liked being bitten. Aerith didn't have the teeth to do it properly, even if she wasn't being careful. Hers could pierce skin, but lack incisors that allow vampires to cut so easily. But the comparative bluntness has it's benefits, especially if she bit a little harder.
He rewarded her choice by pushing down her skirt, and discarding it on the floor. With his arm under her, he lifted her slightly so he could move his legs so she was straddling them rather than sitting his lap. He caressed the newly bare skin, as he spread his legs slightly so that she'd need to hold onto him to keep steady.
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Date: 2025-08-05 02:09 am (UTC)Aerith made a small noise of surprise, letting go as she felt her skirt hit the floor.
She ended up spreading her legs, clasping onto him with her thighs as her fingers latched onto his back. She couldn't break skin with her nails- they were too blunt, too short for gardening.
He could still enjoy the sensation of them digging in as she sought to keep her balance.
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Date: 2025-08-05 02:31 am (UTC)He rubs his hands against her upper thighs, too, though he wouldn't pretend that his intentions were to make her particularly relaxed. But he did put an arm around her to help support her again.
"Lean back," he said, softly.
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Date: 2025-08-05 02:38 am (UTC)She was never quite sure what Armand was thinking.
"Like this?" Aerith leaned back against his arm, making her back arch. She had to let him go, and her hands went back , touching his thighs. He might need both hands for whatever he had planned.
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Date: 2025-08-05 03:03 am (UTC)He smiled at her. There was no need for her to know what's on his mind. He twisted so that with just a bit of help from her he could lower her to lie on the bed smoothly rather than dropping her back.
"Do your best to remain still." And he'll do his best to make that as difficult as possible. He moved over her with what could be slightly agonizing slowness, as if he was looking for places she's sensitive for the first time, except that instead he simply lingers over them.
He could feel every move she made on his lap, of course, but on her back brings a layer of more visible exposure.
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Date: 2025-08-05 03:54 am (UTC)All of her felt so exposed- the scar from her death especially, the skin faded over the past year to a soft pink. The motion, smooth and careful, still had her raise her arms, and rest them by her head.
"Remain still? Armand..." It was impossible. He knew it was impossible. She ended up closing her eyes, head tilting back as he went over her body.
Aerith always tried to do what he asked. But her hips shifted, especially when he touched in certain spots he knew she was sensitive to- and she gasped, and her hips jerked, hard in reaction to being touched in a particular spot he very well knew made her flustered.
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Date: 2025-08-05 04:05 am (UTC)He knew her well, and she knew he could push her over the edge. Now, he proved his words that he could do the opposite as well. The slight pauses in between involuntary movements and then a sudden stop.
He sat up, moving back from where he had been leaning over her. He didn't look completely untouched, but her hold on him didn't change that he didn't sweat or his overall control, and the comparison beside Aerith made it stand out.
"What was it you said? I could finish my book." He ran his hand over her ankle as if it wasn't already obvious he was teasing. He didn't feel that made it less amusing.
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Date: 2025-08-05 04:15 am (UTC)She ended up laying there, flushed, fingers curled into her palms. In comparison, she looked like a right mess, riled up and clearly wanting more.
"That was before you decided to not have a quiet night." She could feel her ankle twitch under his touch, and she huffed up at him. "Very clearly."
Her arms shifted, ready to prop herself up on her elbows. "Because...I think you decided tonight you were going to tease me senseless. I'm going to need an extra long cold shower if you stop."
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Date: 2025-08-05 04:35 am (UTC)"You do not seem senseless, just yet. Accuracy is important." But he'd also said nothing to intense. This didn't even register on his personal scale, but that wasn't what he was using. He pretended to sigh, as he managed to make slipping off his shirt into an elegant gesture.
"I believe I see the solution to our dilemma. See how close you can drive yourself to senseless. If you're good, I won't have you stop." There was no need not to indulge his own voyeur... tendencies, before adding 'reassurance' that it wasn't simply a matter of indulging her.
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Date: 2025-08-05 04:52 am (UTC)At least he finally, finally took off his shirt, after he had stripped her down and gotten her all ready and waiting for some form of release.
"That's not going to take much at this rate." She sighed, and moved up to offer him a quick kiss. "But we'll see how good I am."
She wasn't sure how she could be...well. Good, when she was going to be touching herself for him to watch. Aerith could only assume that she should put on a show. Though...she'd never really done that before.
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Date: 2025-08-05 05:06 am (UTC)"Don't think of me." He smirked slightly. "Don't think of me being with you now." He didn't know that 'pretend I just walked in when you were too distracted to notice' would necessarily help. He didn't think there was a chance she wouldn't be aware of his presence, but he considered that a better show than anything she might try to put on.
He kissed her again, before sitting back.
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Date: 2025-08-05 05:24 am (UTC)"Oh. So that...okay." How did he scramble her brains so quickly with a smirk and a few words? He would have made a killing at the Wall Market, if not been the star of the Honeybee Inn. Maybe the scenario would work, pretending to be caught in the act.
With the kiss, she settled back down on to the bed, and after a few moments hesitation- she knew what would make her aroused, distracted, needing to be touched.
And she knew who would elicit that strongly.
That made her hands move with confidence as she smoothed her hands over her touch warm skin, making her sigh in pleasure. It wasn't slow, drawn out, like it had been just before, but confident all the same.
She knew Armand was still there, so she kept her eyes closed as she touched herself, biting her lip. It made it easier to go through with it, not reach for him or get distracted from her movements.
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Date: 2025-08-05 05:41 am (UTC)He would assure her that she didn't have to have any concerns about not putting on a good enough show. He kept his eyes on her, enjoying the sight. His intense gaze could prove... unsettling, which was another reason it might be a good idea to keep her eyes closed.
He reached out to take her arm before she hit release, but at least this was the last time he planned on making her hold back. "You've been good enough that you don't have to finish on your own." He's a generous man. And he can indulge an earlier concern, in case any worries about her being 'unkind' tried to come back later.
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Date: 2025-08-05 06:00 am (UTC)Thankfully, it didn't become a problem. She made a noise, offering a little shake as she opened her eyes, staring up at him, panting.
She felt a little dazed, shaken out of the moment where she would have finished.
"That's- that's good." Her hand dropped away, and she looked up to Armand, her breathing slowing. "Yes...please. Armand please."
She wasn't sure what specifically she was asking for, other than release by his hands- or other parts.
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Date: 2025-08-05 06:12 am (UTC)Even outside the Barge, the only protection needed when it came to sleeping with a vampire was against that vampire - and there was nothing that provided that. It wasn't something Armand generally partook in personally, but there was a long list of dead lover attached to vampires in general.
After all the work he'd put in already, he didn't expect this to provide any difficulties, and he'd already prepared himself to avoid any potentially tiresome ideas. He didn't bite her, but he did lean in to kiss her neck as she was finally allowed relief.
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Date: 2025-08-05 06:22 am (UTC)She didn't think of protections, things that might be needed. She didn't think of much of anything as she sank down on top of him.
The kiss had her tilt her head to expose more of her neck for him to kiss- and all she could offer in the way of noise was a whimper of relief.
No pain, no protests. Just fulfillment of desire.
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Date: 2025-08-05 06:27 am (UTC)He rolled them over enough that they're both lying on the bed.
He brushed a few strands of hair back from Aerith's face, before lying back. He's more than a little pleased with himself for Aerith's fulfillment, which he felt was definitely one of the better emotions to be filled with after sex.
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