denton | (18) And let me get your head on the conjugal bed.

( For as cheerful and sociable Irisviel typically was, he could tell when his wife was feeling out of place. And he could hardly blame her. He never was meant to act as a representative of the Einzbern family, amidst the upper echelons of magus society. He certainly did not care for their rules or rituals, their attitudes, or the politics that came with them. He never knew what to say, or how to act around them. So, he simply refrained. Gravitating towards the back of the room, making himself invisible among the crowd.

But oh, how he would step up for his wife. Clasping her hand into his own, once he noticed her trapped in a particularly uncomfortable conversation. Asking to excuse her when he found an opening. His tuxedo itched against him as he guided her towards a slightly less crowded area of the room, reaching out a hand to slide a piece of hair behind her ear. )

You looked like you needed some space.

( And thankfully, he thinks he knows where he could take her if she really wanted out. But ultimately, it was up to her if they should proceed. )

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[Really, his warnings basically amount to encouragement in her eyes. She wants nothing more than to just pretend it's the two of them alone for a few moments.

The feeling of his knee pressing into her so firmly feels like a very, very good choice right now. She restrains herself from actually moaning out, but a gentle, warm sigh leaves her lips. His hand on her breast, the way she feels it about to slip out of her dress, makes it even more difficult to restrain herself, but that's the entire point, after all.

As the zipper slides past them, Iri pushes her chest forward a bit, and her breasts heave once, and then pop out, the one he's not fondling bouncing in front of his face.]

( This isn't quite how he imagined things would go. His gentle teasing against Iri's neck, suddenly and violently interrupted by her breast whacking his cheek, causing him to bite down hard against her supple flesh. He pulls away-- not wanting to hurt her further, leaving a bright red mark against her neck.

Well.

Perhaps he ought to direct his attention elsewhere, starting by ghosting a gentle kiss against the mark, and trailing downward: to her shoulder, then wrapping his lips around her nipple, suckling against her gingerly. His hand, too, works against the unattended breast, twisting her skin between his fingertips, as his knee grinds against her panties. )

[Oh dear, her rebellious boob attacked her poor, defenseless husband! And his response gets a sharp cry from her, but honestly, it's not entirely one of pain... a little, yes, but that also felt oddly good. Not to mention, a part of her notes that what he just did is going to leave quite the mark on her.

Oh she's going to love finding ways to "subtly" show that off.

His lips ghost over the bite mark almost as if in apology, making her giggle a little. But then he moves lower, and her noises change significantly, to sharp gasps and low murmurs of pleasure. He's paying attention to her just about everywhere, and oh is her body responding to it. This is wonderful.]

( It's always difficult for him to hide such things. The cry does worry him, so much that he's shifting his focus rapidly, eager to instead keep up her pleasurable moans and wistful sighs as something of a goal. His lips lingering, latched around her pert nipple, making to roll his tongue against her areola. Putting his hands to use, he peels at her dress to reveal more of her, managing to push it down to her knees. Hopefully, he thinks, she should manage the rest of it on her own.

The motion instills a certain thrill in him, he had to admit. More than the sight of Iri's nudity, simply, was the sense of belonging. That his being intermingled with her own. It was hard not to simply bask in the sensation. They completed each other, did they not?

Lowering his mouth for a moment, his hands make to grip her hips, nuzzling his lips against her waist, murmuring to her softly: )

Give me your wish, mein liebling.

[She's hardly going to complain about his focus, even if she would rather enjoy a bit more of those mark-making bites. Regardless, she has no problem shimmying her way out of the dress, a shiver of wicked delight going through her at the feeling of being essentially nude in the middle of a party. Anyone could come by, at any time, and she revels in the thought.

His request sends her mind racing. What to ask of him? They're being so daring as it is, it's not as if they can up the ante much...]

Put my self-control to the test, igelschnäuzchen. Let's see how far we can go before we risk alerting one of those pompous fools.

( The sort of request coming from Iri was... quite bold, really. The sort of risk he'd bee attempting to gauge from her, wondering how far she was willing to go. He was so close to her thighs that he was tempted to simply tease out an orgasm from her, but another idea hits him.

Before rising to meet her eyes again, he pecks a kiss against her abdomen. A taste of what was to come.

He hadn't much thought about it before. Certainly a fault on his own part, training himself to ignore such things. But after tonight's events, he'd become quite hard underneath his layers, hadn't he? Flashing his wife a grin, he suggests: )

Why don't you get up and undo my trousers, then take a seat on my lap?

( He cannot believe he's suggesting this. )

[It helped that she was bored, annoyed, and generally at the end of her tolerance for these upper-class magic snobs. It made the idea of flouting not just their absurd rules, but all those of polite society, all the more intriguing for her.

Curious when he kisses her belly, she tilts her head and waits for him to inform her of what's going through his mind. Whatever it is, she's certain it'll be fun.

And oh, it is. She can hardly contain herself as she moves her hands to do just as he said, eyes alight with glee at what they're about to do.]

This is going to be a delight, my love.

[Her nimble fingers have finished their work in a remarkably fast amount of time, and she moves her hands to give him a testing stroke... Oh. Oh he is very ready for her. Somehow that only makes her more excited. She moves to get onto his lap immediately.]

(18) And let me get your head on the conjugal bed.

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