Archive of Our Own

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It's around the third minute, by Sienna's estimation, that she notes Victor has sucked no less than eight marks onto the skin of her thighs. As much as she enjoys the sight of him between her legs with her knees thrown over his shoulders, he's teasing her at this point and she's losing her appreciation for it.

She coaxes his head up with a gentle rake of her nails through his hair, starting from his forehead, and runs her palm down to cup his cheek. His pupil is blown wide and he looks half-asleep, so loose and drunk with desire he is-- it makes her burn even hotter, makes her want his mouth on her to quench where it burns the hottest. The only thing that stops her is a petty, dark little thing curling in her chest that wants to deny him release, too.

Ah, well. Sienna has ever been good at improvising.

"Can you kneel up for me, darling?" she asks lowly, thumbing at his lower lip. Victor, damn his soul, takes the digit into his mouth and suckles at it with his eyes closed in bliss. She thinks that he might not even know what he's doing to her, so practised he is at torture that he doesn't even notice when he turns his knowledge to dragging out the little death. He takes her hand and presses it to his chest, reluctantly doing as she says and kneeling to sit with her legs bracketing his hips. His cock sits heavy on the thatch of hair over her cunt, and he has his other hand around its base, ready to slip into her at her word.

"You seem to enjoy my legs quite a bit, Victor dear," she coos, fighting back a shiver when he laces their fingers together. He frowns, dipping his chin minutely in embarrassment.

"I enjoy all of you, Sienna," he says, and her heart does a little flip. Focus, Sienna.

"I have a proposition for you, darling."

She pulls herself slightly away, trying not to smile at the tiny noise of protest he makes, and closes her knees together. Folding them towards herself, she braces one arm under her knees, canting her head to look at him invitingly from behind them.

"Put your cock between my thighs, Victor," she instructs, gently and firmly, and her prize comes in the form of his nigh-inaudible gasp and the blush that floods his cheeks.

"I-- ah..."

She offers him what she hopes is a comforting smile, past the roaring need inside her that wants him now. "It's wholly up to you. I just think it might be fun to try, don't you?"

His eye drops to the sheets beside her, and she waits patiently-- though she isn't sure how long she can hold herself up like this. Victor is silent long enough that she lets go of her legs, ready to rush to him with soothing words and kisses. Sienna squeaks when he catches her ankles in one large hand and props them against his shoulder, shuffling up to pull her buttocks flush against his groin.

"If-- If you wish," he whispers, and she can feel his heart hammering under her calves, his breath shallow and excited. Sienna grins hungrily, parting her thighs to let his cock slip through.

"It's as much for me as it is you, love."

She closes her legs gently around him, feeling him hot and hard and throbbing, and her clit throbs in sympathy. Experimentally, she flexes, tightening around him. Victor bucks forward with a ragged gasp, his mouth falling open.

"Good?" Sienna asks. Victor nods shakily, tipping his head to kiss her ankles.

"Incredible. Sigmar, you are wonderful, Sienna," he rasps.