'The hot hot heat'

[strayer]

[Heine doesn't remember a time it was this bad. Thanks to a combination of willpower and certain black market drugs, he's been able to keep himself stable for years since discovering there is more dog about than the collar stapled into his neck. Out of all the things that woman could have put in him to keep him further tamed, going into heat isn't one he saw coming. 

Before he reached the surface he hadn't gone through a cycle. Something in the food he guessed, but they were under constant poking and prodding then to. The voice snickering from his spine finds it utterly hilarious he's gone into heat despite his attempts to curb it. When it edges into far too much, he seeks help and finds it in a woman.

He doesn't hate her, he doesn't even dislike her anymore. If anything, he likes her and admires her. Having those feelings on top of finding her 'hot' as the laughing voice calls it makes him feel sick, but she agreed to protect Nill and to protect him from himself. It's a lot less weight on his shoulders in the fear of hurting Nill and Naoto is strong, she can hold him back if need be.

And hold hold back she has, locking him away in a room with a decent bed and no windows. He's shirtless, breath ragged in weak pulls, and bandages gone exposing his scarred neck. The red of his eyes burns brighter with a flush over his overly pale body. He's long been erect, straining against his pants that are too tight to being with and head probably weeping from need.

Those things aren't bad with the thoughts swirling in his dazed head.  His cone of vision has been watching her since they've gotten into the room some time ago and the voice usually taunting is gone. In its steed is thoughts and desires. He finds her attractive, very attractive, and there's nothing different about her. None he can tell.]

It's not going down. [He mutters aware of what it means. She'll have to take action and he doesn't want to please himself before her, though it won't do any good. He wants her to do it.]

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[strayer]

[Impulse and improvisation are the standard approach to all things. He doesn't go into these things with expectations beyond getting himself off and her off to ease tension or out of boredom. Thinking gets people shot down there, therefor thinking here will screw this thing they have going.

He snorts, her hand pushing him in and fingers deeper. If that's how she wants it, that's how she'll get it. Fingers are removed to the tip, plunged back in with force, and repeated.]

Desperate for relief? [The taunt is rather subdued in tone. A mere minutes before he was in a state of needing release and she was kind enough to not play with him. He lets the dangerous thought of how much she may care enter his mind, shedding light on the relationship they've built thus far.

He kisses her neck, dragging his lips up closer to her ear. He wants more than getting off and it's no fault of his genetics either.]

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Haa-- [Yes, desperate is the word for it, the word to describe the sounds she makes with every plunge back in. Every thrust makes her shudder, and then with the addition of his lips to her neck, they make her whimper instead. Clamp around his fingers, desperate to the core, not eager to let him go but eager to receive him when he pushes back inside.

She starts rocking her hips again, moving against his fingers, riding where she can and squirming when she can't, and her mouth is free so that no sounds a muffled. No huff or hum or pant goes unheard.]

[strayer]

[Desperation is unbecoming in the underground. The stoic and impassive survive longer, yet no one is completely unflappable. Enough push and words will pour. A harder push will get even move.

It's in the confines of each other they can let loose, vocalize more, pant and shudder like living beings instead of acting as stone. Heine's partial to the sounds, every whimper and moan, the slick noise of flesh meeting.

The thrust of his fingers slow to add a third, precious time made up by going faster and sinking his teeth into her neck below her hairline. It'll leave a mark, his mark, one that'll frighten off any potential contenders, though none would ever try for her hand. He doesn't speak, he doesn't have to, there's time for small talk after they're done and they're not much for conversation.]

[insertsword]

[It's not supposed to work this well, she usually needs more time and more coaxing, but - he sinks in a third finger, picks up the pace again, and she can hear nothing but the rush of blood to the head and the wet, slick noises from under her clothes.

He bites her, she cries out, and she's gone. Writhing and shuddering, her legs attempting to clamp shut around his hand, her eyes opening so abruptly that she sees stars. Pleasure hits her like a punch to the gut, hard and heady and different than before, wetter than before, messier.]

[strayer]

[He tightens his hold on her leg, fingers shaking inside her walls over pulling back to thrust in. Sensitivity leaps higher and it's a favor for favor he continues how she had on him stroking his shaft as he came.

The bite becomes a kiss trailing down, smug smirk present upon feeling and seeing her release. It soaks his fingers, slicker about her core and in her convulsions. Tiny ministrations continue within in folds as vibrations of his fingers as he doesn't stop until she stops.]

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[She wants to stop, really, but it's not happening. And - yes, it's a lie, she doesn't want to stop, she's gotten a taste of this and suddenly it makes her greedy and eager for so much more. But if he keeps stroking her, she won't stop shivering, or trying to both grind against his hand and pull away.

His mouth on the nape of her neck has Naoto curled inwards, chin against her chest almost. It suffuses her with heat, and she feels sticky and stiffled in her clothes, and in probably need of a shower. (A tongue bath, suggests some voice in the back of her mind.) And she still wants to kiss him.]

[strayer]

[He doesn't want to stop, not just this, but all of it. The returning heat, the warmth and weight of her body against him, he wants it more than he's wanted anything in a long time. The strokes don't stop, won't stop, her body is still grinding against him and shivering giving him no reason to pull away.

Her lips are so close, yet too far away. Their softness begs to be taken and crashed into. Showers will have to wait as more messes are to come. They're locked in here for some time and sex is the way he wants to pass the time, his heat breaking down any pretenses of trying to remain calm.]

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[After some time, the need overcomes the restraint his hand does provide, and she manages to twist and turn around, until she's halfway lying in his lap, but he can find her mouth more easily now.

Or, she can find his.] Come here. [Her free hand grabs the back of his neck, and she pulls him down. No pretenses, no questions asked, just her mouth against his in an open, deep kiss.]

[strayer]

[Permission is the brick their relationship made of and more often than not, actions are asked before taking. The twist of her body has his hand moving away and replanting itself on her other hip.

The surprise in his eyes fade fast replaced with an eagerness to replicate the kiss back. Metal and skin stings under her hand on his neck, the discomfort ignored under the fuck it attitude he rolls into when he wants her. Their position is awkward, annoying, and it's not optimal to kiss every nook and cranny of her body.] I'm here. [For hours on end here, alone, and with her. Plenty of time to kiss all of her and take all of her.

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[Of all the things to say, that one makes her muffle a sigh into his mouth the most, as it melts something inside her. Of course, tenderness isn't an option yet, she's not so exhausted that she falls easly into that routine, so Naoto moves again. Now without his fingers inside her, it's easier to break the kiss for the time it takes her to straddle his lap properly, facing him.

It brings her down against him again, and when she leans in to bite at his lower lip, she rubs against him and feels the renewed arousal and it really does hit her, that they're in here for a long time.]

[strayer]

[Speaking of his presence is a long running theme, a habit to utter how he's present in opposition to his other self. Heine utters it without thinking, an instinctual response though he's immune to her touches to now worry of losing it.

Coming face to face is favorable to not looking her into the eyes. More emotional transaction to and fro are from the eyes. Once eye fucking to reassuring to yearning. The weight against his cock makes him twitch involuntarily.]

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[She catches the reaction and does it again, considering just pulling her panties aside and sinking down around him. It's not like she'll get pregnant, it's not like there are any diseases to catch from one another, and it's not like she doesn't want to.

His fingers were one thing, but to have him inside her -- she can tell it's going to be different this time around.]

[strayer]

[What's gained out does everything lost. The worst is a few bruises, some ruined clothes, and a need to take a shower. His shoulders push forward and he takes air to speak by kissing her lips on the side.]

What happen to stalling? [It's rhetorical, but out loud. Things don't move seamlessly between them. They pause, breath, talk, and go at it again. What makes this different? Something they said? Him being under heat?] Not like we have to wait- [He lets out a frustrated noise, her hips too close to his center.] -we don't need condoms for anything either.

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You're the only one who stalled. [She practically hisses it by his mouth, a reprimand for him to think about. Before she takes away their ability to think.

He agrees with her that they don't have to wait, and Naoto doesn't feel like pushing for it right now. So she reaches down between them and pulls her underwear to one side, probably making the fabric stretch in the process.] What happened to mates fucking?

[strayer]

Heh. [His hands rise up her legs to her waist, expression of annoyance brief since it's a waste to remain so in this moment. While she yanks her underwear aside, he assist with pulling her up in his lap.

They're still partly clothed, the more vital parts exposed, but her scar is hidden behind cloth. He likes her scar, licking and mapping it, an ugly mark he finds wickedly attractive on her.] More than fucking. Trying to impregnate. [An impossible action that his screwed up body desires in his cycle of heat.]

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Please stop saying that word. [She pulls a face, and rocks her hips up against him hard, the movement bringing his cock in contact with her folds.]

Or I walk.

[strayer]

[A snarl is her only answer, the rebuttal of her asking dropped to the floor. He's rigid and tense under that threat to walk out. He'd manage, but he doesn't want her leaving for more reasons than putting out his flames.

His hands squeeze and yank downward. This isn't lingering, it's stalling he started and is going to stop if it doesn't end soon.]

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[She meets that snarl with a tilt of her chin, defiant even when he has her grinding down against him all wet and slippery, even when she's blushing from the first orgasm, her clothes sticking to her skin with sweat. Ever defiant.]

Shut up and fuck me. [And to underline it as the order it is, she rests her hand over metal at the back of his neck, squeezes. Plays with fire, rattles the Cerberus leash.]

[strayer]

[Perhaps it's the animal in him waking up or the defiant act she's putting up, but something clicks inside him. He pulls harder and thrust his hips up with gritted teeth and narrowed eyes.]

With pleasure. [He snarls back with word attached. The grip to his neck burns, his flesh aflame and stinging like a thousand needles. He'll wear her out, leave her sated and messy, and keep going until that defiant look falls.]

[insertsword]

[The grip only tightens when he pushes inside her like that, her hips coming down against his with a jolt, mouth forming the shape of a cry but no sound coming out.

That was hard - she feels a moment of panic, a sour taste on her tongue, at the possibility of this being the rhythm; then, a shiver of excitement, as the darker part of her agrees with it.]

[strayer]

[Rhythm hasn't had a part in this deal they have going. It's taken when wanted and needed, but there isn't a set time they partake of each other's flesh. The encounters are random and sudden leaving the impression these aren't lasting things, said impression weakening when the frequency has increased and his heat has taken fancy to her.

He thinks about this afterward, for whatever it's worth, and lets his instincts take control once the barriers of first contact are passed. A hiss escapes his lips, one of pain from the grip upon his neck. It spurs him on the lifts at her body to create friction between them, to balance the pain out with pleasure.]