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amiharana · 1 year

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thinking about super physically affectionate clingy yet quiet link and him leaning into revali when he's tired, or curling up in revali's lap with his face in revali's neck to take a nap, without a single word.

it startles revali a lot at first when link just at random just starts grabbing his hand only to intertwine their fingers, link tracing the feathers and then pulling revali's hand up to his face to press a kiss to the back of it, his eyes shut. or link pushing him down into the cushions only to seat himself within revali's folded lap, head against revali's chest as he fidgets and fiddles with revali's scarf. or link coming up from behind to wrap his arms around revali's midsection, pressing soft kisses down revali's spine.

"you hylians are so touchy," revali mumbles one night, when they're lying together in their shared hammock. link is wrapped around him, intertwining his legs with revali's, and he drags his pointer finger through revali's feathers, drawing shapes into his chest. link only hums at him in response, and shifts so that he's more comfortable against revali. his legs tighten around revali's, as though he plans to keep the rito shackled to him forever. revail only wraps a wing around him and brushes his beak through the top of link's hair.

"you're not pushing me away though," link says. link's voice is soft and drowsy, but revali can feel it humming under his skin.

"like i could if i tried," revali responds in similar volume. "you've wrapped yourself so closely to me, we'll merge into one being at this point." but link is right; if he truly didn't enjoy this, he'd have thrown link into lake totori now.

"wish we could," link murmurs. revali hums in question, prompting link to continue. "wanna be so close to you i'm practically under your skin."

"that won't be necessary. you already get under my skin plenty." link snorts and shifts against him again, revali shifting in response to accommodate link's new position. they're quiet again for a couple more moments before link speaks.

"do you really not like it?" his songbird whispers, hushed and timid. revali frowns. he doesn't like it when link doubts him, or this bond between them. he wraps his other wing around link and the little hylian snuggles deeper into him automatically, sighing quietly.

"i'd have figured you more astute than this," revali says. "this... manner of affection you favor is not something i'm accustomed to, but it doesn't mean it's unpleasant. it's... nice, to be honest."

"so it's okay? you're okay with this?" link murmurs.

"i'm more than fine with it," revali replies. "what made you think i wasn't?"

he feels link shift to hide his face in revali's chest. "dunno," link mumbles. "i always do it without saying anything. thought you were just putting up with me..."

revali's feathers prickle and rise, and his frown deepens. in a swift fluid movement, he grabs his mate by his hips and pulls him up. link yelps, grabbing onto revali's arms. "w-wait, revali, the hammock—"

"the hammock is strong enough to hold the both of us," revali says, and seats link atop him so that his mate is straddling his lap, and his hands settle on link's waist. "so don't doubt it, like you're doubting me right now." link flushes and his ears droop, just slightly. cute.

"i wasn't doubting you—" link starts, but revali cuts him off with a slight shake of his head.

"you were," revali asserts and his voice leaves no room for argument, because it's true. link stares down at him, guilty and insecure. revali hates it. "i can't control what goes on in that stubborn head of yours, but don't doubt me. don't doubt this, what we have. i chose you, all of you, what you are, what you do, what you offer. i'll gladly receive it all, because it's you."

link's breath catches. "revali..."

but revali shakes his head and pulls lightly on link's waist. "that's enough thinking for you tonight," he says. "come back to me and continue with your touchy inclinations. i'm rather fond of it now."

so link with that ever so familiar wide, blue-eyed gaze tentatively leans back down and wraps himself around revali's body again, as they were before, his face buried in the space between revali's neck and head and his breath beginning to even out. revali envelops his clingy songbird in his wings, nuzzling the side of link's face with his eyes shut, beginning to drift to sleep himself, but he needs to make himself clear before either of them drift too far.

"i love you," revali murmurs against link's skin. "goddesses know why you ever doubted it, but i do and i always will. if you wish to possess me, my body is yours to command as you please. if you wish to woo me, my heart has already been infatuated with you for far longer than you've realized you desired me too. my very soul and my entire being belong to you now, for as long as you will it to be."

link doesn't say anything more, but revali can feel his little jewel hug him tighter. "i chose you," revali whispers. "please remember that. i chose to be with you, for the rest of my life. i'm not letting go of you so soon, so please don't let go of me either."

they both grow quiet after that, and revali thinks link has already fallen asleep when—

"i won't," link whispers back. "i won't let you go. i'm all yours too, revali, i love you too."

revali coos lowly in response, holding link a little tighter in his arms. "good. if it's my skin you wish to be in, then it's yours to live under. i wouldn't have it any other way. now, go to sleep. your mind runs circles around itself like a hylian retriever if left without the careful hand of a trainer, like myself."

"whatever," link snorts, but he shifts and squirms and nestles himself under revali's chin until he's comfortable again, until his breathing evens out. only then does revali relax, wings still wrapped firmly around his sweet little songbird, and lets sleep claim him too.

#revalink #loz #botw #loz botw #legend of zelda #link x revali #revali x link #amihan's revalinkverse #i can't write anything without revali being extremely soft for link #amihan don't write revali being completely whipped for link challenge: failed #i lowkey went off topic with this one but it's ok because the final product slaps #i channel my inner bridgerton everytime i write revali being sappy with link #(i've never watched bridgerton)#me watching the post-windblight battle cutscene for the first time in 2019: do you think link and revali ever explored each other's bodies #link was literally exploring revali's body in this post #the day i write a fic where revali explores link's body...#another one for the “revali lets link do whatever he wants to him” revalink agenda #the bts reference in this post today is when link says he wants to be under revali's skin #which also is the lyric in my blog header #referencing bts rm's 'closer' on his solo album indigo #i recommend it it's a very good song whether or not you like bts #if this post had a song you should listen to it with it would be closer by rm #link wants to ratatouille revali by being under his skin

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kaizoku-musume · 8 months

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Flower Petals in the Water-Clavis x OC

It's been years since I've written anything that wasn't a poem, but @violettduchess's event got the creative juices flowing and gave me an opportunity to finally type out some of the ideas that have been percolating since I joined this fandom, so here we go. It's way too long because I am incapable of writing a short drabble to save my life, but I hope you like it anyway.

Event/prompt: One suitor, one promps ccc, Clavis, water

Word count: 7.1 k

Lisette was having a wonderful day so far: the breakfast Clavis made for her that morning had hints of recognizable flavors, he’d delivered her to the location of what was supposed to be an assassination attempt on Chevalier so she could get a light warm-up in, and now she was peacefully reading a new book he’d gifted her in the garden, void of the sounds of one of his traps setting off and causing mayhem in the distance (that one was a bit of a toss-up, as she usually quite enjoyed watching the destruction, but this was a pretty good book and it would be a shame to be drawn out of it so soon).

He was clearly buttering her up for something. Lisette couldn’t let her guard down around her partner on a regular day, but she had soon come to learn that there would be days she’d have to be extra cautious. The fun thing about Clavis was that Lisette could never be sure what he was planning. It could be anything from him setting up a day of elaborate traps solely for her to a spontaneous visit to another country. It was, thankfully, often more entertaining than it was frustrating.

Lisette waffled between deciding whether to try to figure out what was going on or just let things play out and go with the flow. It was against her nature to go into a situation unprepared when she could help it, but Clavis was always so happy when he could surprise her. And it wasn’t like he’d come up with anything that went too far or was more dangerous than she could handle yet. But he could just be lulling her into a false sense of security-any good tactician knows the best way to catch someone off guard is to have them underestimate you. And wouldn’t that be something: if Clavis one day set up a situation where Lisette actually struggled. Lisette doubted that, though. Clavis was too much of a gentleman, and as much as he loved to watch Lisette fight, he never wanted to put her in any real trouble.

With an internal shrug, Lisette carried on reading. If Clavis was planning something crazy, Cyran would have made some mention of it by now. Probably. Her fellow redhead, despite being well aware that Lisette could handle herself, commiserated with her about Clavis’ antics enough that he usually informed her when his plans tipped more on the “bad” side of the scale than the “good.” Besides, it had been a good week since Clavis had last pulled off something a bit more than his daily disturbances. Best to just let him get it out of his system. Lisette will most likely end up enjoying whatever he’s come up with anyway.

* * *

It turned out, Lisette had to wait until after dinner to find out what Clavis was up to. She was on her way back to her room, wondering if Clavis was doing this on purpose to make her think he was up to something when he actually wasn’t just to keep her on her toes (it’s what she would do in his position, just to mess with him), or if she should start considering the possibility that Clavis’ plan was some new idea he wanted to introduce in bed. She didn’t have to think about it for long, because Clavis sidled up to her in that ‘I’m up to something but I’m going to pass it off as normal’ way he had. Lisette was caught on the sway of his hips for a second-there was something about his natural fluidity that she found herself drawn to. Especially since he’d started using it to his advantage once he noticed the effect it had on her. Never did Lisette think every day actions like walking would strike her so, but-as always-Clavis proved to be the exception.

A little irritated at Clavis’ blatant display after making her wait this long to approach her, Lisette spoke up before he had the opportunity to. “So you’re ready to admit to whatever you’ve got cooking up?” she arched a brow.

Clavis merely grinned wider. A bit of a shame, really; Lisette missed the days early on when he would pout a bit at being called out like this. But Clavis had gotten over it and switched his mood around by proclaiming she must love him quite a bit if she could read his mind so easily. “Why, that sounds like an accusation. I don’t know what I could have possibly done to deserve it. I’ve been diligently working all day long, far too busy with boring paperwork to be up to be up to something. I say I deserve a nice, relaxing treat for all I’ve been put through.” Clavis wrapped his arm around Lisette’s waist, “And if I’m remembering correctly, you exerted yourself today as well. Taking care of three assassins? Surely that works up a sweat. I think the best remedy is a soothing bath together.”

Lisette studied Clavis, searching for any hints of a secret agenda. But there was nothing that she could see: no amusing curve to his lips (more than usual, at least), no gleam in his eyes that indicated he was using this as a ruse for something else less likely to win her over. For all intents and purposes, Clavis really was just inviting her to bathe together. “That’s it?” she blurted. Now it was Clavis’ turn to raise his eyebrows at her. “Don’t give me that look. You know how your ‘surprises’ usually go. I was expecting something elaborate that would give Sariel a heart attack, or something you’d have to talk me into.” Which was exaggerating things a bit. Lisette hardly had to be talked into going along with Clavis’ schemes-it was really more that she pretended to sometimes, like an extension of the play. Like she was demure Belle, too pure of heart to agree to throw glitter on the king.

Clavis’ smile wavered for just a second. His arm flinched barely perceptively, and his next step contained a brief falter, and there. There it was. He did expect to have to talk her into it. Or he was expecting her to be disappointed by how simple it was, or something. Somehow, he had built this up in his head to be more than it should be. Lisette couldn’t fathom why. She’d never given him any reason to believe she’d turn him down or fight back against some plot of his. She challenged him when he tested her, sure, but she’d always been careful to never look down on or make Clavis feel like his efforts were too silly or too much. She’s been open about the glee she takes when Clavis causes mayhem or introduces her to some new aspect of being in a relationship. It was something that must come from before they got together. Lisette was never sure where Clavis’ baggage came from-if it was solely from his childhood or if his past relationships had contributed. Either way, she was determined to continue to show Clavis that her love, once given, wasn’t something that she took away.

Clavis recovered instantaneously. Anyone other than Lisette probably wouldn’t have noticed his earlier behavior. “Oh my, I didn’t know you were so eager to spend time with me,” he said, “Have I been neglecting you too much today? I’ll have to devote the rest of the night to making sure you’re not lonely after my absence.”

There was almost no point in responding to Clavis seriously when he deflected like this. He would just bulldoze over it with exaggerated responses. No, no, it was way more fun to-

Lisette pinched Clavis’ side, right where he was ticklish. He jerked back with a yelp. She snickered. Clavis cleared his throat, looking flustered. How did Lisette end up with someone cute? That was supposed to be her sister’s thing, and yet here she was, dedicated to a ridiculous, adorable man.

Clavis pirouetted in place with a slick twist and began confidently walking backward, putting more emphasis on his movements than usual, and suddenly Lisette was thinking of adjectives other than cute. She almost forgot: her ridiculous, cute boyfriend was also mischievous. “So, shall we head to my bathroom?” Clavis said. Okay, an almost pointed lack of acknowledgement of what just happened. Probably for the best. If Clavis gave her an opening to make fun of him, he’d be all too eager to counter with her obsession with his hips. Sneaky bastard knew exactly what he was doing with that move. “Not that the guest rooms are lacking, but I’ve noticed a severe shortage of luxuries in your quarters, and I’m not letting you go another day without knowing how decadent baths can be.”

“How extravagant can washing up really be?” Lisette asked, partly out of honesty, partly to drive Clavis crazy. She lived for the reactions he gave every time she played up her ‘rough and tumble’ lifestyle and lack of knowledge on self-care and more than the basic amenities.

“Allow me to show you,” with a showy gesture for her to take his arm, they set off.

* * *

Clavis always has the perfect (often comedic) timing, and now is no different. The bath has reached its peak simmer by the time they arrive, there are flower petals (purple and red, the cheesy dork) floating on the surface, and there’s a cart to the left of the tub full of bottles Lisette can’t even guess at. What more does one need than soap and shampoo? She gets an answer when Clavis takes one of the bottles and upends it into the tub. A deep floral scent hits Lisette. It’s not roses, but beyond that, Lisette has no hope of identifying the flower used based on scent alone, but she has a suspicion. “Did you make any of these yourself?” she asked.

“Only this scented oil and one of the soaps,” Clavis confirmed. “I wanted to try my hand at the hair products, but you have to be extra careful with colored hair, and I wouldn’t want to test it out on you without being sure I could ensure it was safe and healthy to use. Next time, I’ll be able to make the full spread myself.” So the flower was definitely an lisianthus, then. Good thing she liked the scent, since she was certain to smell it much more in the future.

Clavis stepped toward Lisette and slipped his hands under her shirt at the waist. “May I?” he requested. Lisette raised her arms dutifully. Ridiculous of him to ask when he was already halfway taking it off anyway. His hands skimmed her sides as he lifted her shirt over her head, palms briefly cupping her braless breasts. Once her shirt was off, he got down on his knees in order to pull her pants and underwear off in one go, placing open-mouth kisses on her hip as he slowly nudged her bottoms off inch by inch.

“Tease,” Lisette complained breathily. It was unfair how good he looked down there.

“All a part of the process,” Clavis lightly nipped at her hip, “A very necessary step for relaxation. Don’t give me that look, Lisette, what would you know? I love you, dear, but you think a bed off the ground and a tablecloth for a blanket are the height of luxury.” Lisette tipped her head back and laughed. “See?” Clavis insisted, standing up, “You’re already feeling relaxed. Trust my expertise, Lis.”

“Okay, dork,” Lisette took her turn to remove his clothes, cutting off any protests he might have made with a look. Even after their discussion about reciprocity, Clavis still struggled to let Lisette do things like this for him sometimes. But she was going to get him comfortable with being desired and pampered if she had to beat him over the head with it.

Clavis’ clothes were infinitely more complicated than hers, so she spent a good few moments simply unbuckling all his belts and undoing all his buttons while waving him off when he tried to help. She enjoyed taking her time unraveling Clavis of all his layers, and there was something enticing about the movements needed to unclasp all his accessories. It felt more intimate than just slipping his shirt off. Undoing Clavis’ cravat was probably her favourite part: her hands were so close to his neck, wrapping around the silk fabric as she removed it from him. She’d often tug on it a bit, just to see him forced to bow his head to accommodate it, and that was . . . well, it certainly woke up something in Lisette that she was half eager, half nervous to explore. For now, she held off, too distracted by the sight of Clavis’ neck as the rest of it was revealed. There was a fading hickey that was hidden by his collar, the last bastion of the previous time she worked on him, and Lisette resolved to amend that later. His neck had not gone unblemished since she gave him his first, and that streak was not going to be broken now.

Eventually, Lisette managed to get Clavis fully undressed, and she accepted his hand to pull her to her feet once his pants were at his ankles. Still holding hands, Clavis stepped into the tub first, guiding Lisette to follow and climb in front of him. As one, they sank into the water.

Lisette hummed, tipping her head back against Clavis’ shoulder. She was practically in his lap despite there being plenty of room on the other side of the tub, his legs stretched out on either side of her. It was a position more cramped than Lisette was used to having to deal with in a while, but she was comfortable nonetheless.

“Making those sounds before I even get my hands on you?” Clavis wrapped his arms around her lower torso, absent-mindedly tracing one of her scars.

“Nearly all your body is touching me, does that not count?” Lisette quipped. She rested her arms over Clavis’. Damn, this was a nice perk to being in a relationship. Best decision she’s ever made.

“Hmm, I suppose I can accept that. It just means you love all of me that much, doesn’t it?” Clavis preened. Lisette rolled her eyes even though Clavis couldn’t see. She knew he was aware of it anyway. The way Clavis squeezed her gently certainly seemed to indicate it. With a kiss to her cheek, Clavis reached toward the cart to grab an empty pitcher. He filled it with water from the tub and, after covering Lisette’s eyes, poured it over her hair. When her hair was wet enough, he reached for one of the jars.

“So how many smells are we introducing here?” Lisette joked when a different scent from the bath oil hit her nose. This one was citrusy? Mild enough to mix well with the floral scent, at least.

“Shush,” Clavis faux scolded, “I’m introducing you to something that will change your life. By the time we’re done, you’ll be twice as in love with me. I’ll have you saying ‘Clavis, you’re the best, I’ve never felt so good before!’”

“Oh, is that what I’m supposed to say? Because that sounds exactly like what you told me the first time you ate me out," Lisette said.

“Every experience with me is life changing, my prickly sourpuss,” Clavis tipped the liquid in the jar into his hand, put the jar back on the cart, and used his now free hand to scratch against Lisette’s stomach just to hear her giggle. Lisette wasn’t ticklish, but Clavis trying in vain to find her weak spot made her laugh anyway.

Clavis set to work lathering the shampoo into Lisette’s hair. She already missed not being able to lean against his shoulder, but the feeling of his hands massaging her scalp was a more than worthwhile trade. He took his time with it, despite her hair not reaching past her shoulders. “It’s taking your color out,” he noted, “even though this is supposed to be good for color-treated hair.”

“Certain ones will take the color out faster, yeah,” Lisette said. His hands must be catching the bright red. She kind of wanted to see it. “But a little bit comes out with every wash anyway. Still lasts for a good while, though. And I like it when my natural color pokes through, so I don’t always dye it back right away. It gives it a really cool effect. I chose a color that went really good with black because I thought I’d be lazier about it, but I’ve grown to really like the red.” Her brother did the same thing as her, occasionally letting his blond roots show among the pink, but her sister never let a hint of her natural color show and always made sure to maintain the purple..

“Ooh, I’d like to see that,” Clavis finally rinsed her hair out. Once her hair was free of shampoo, he took another jar with a different liquid and focused on sudsing it through the strands of her hair, avoiding her roots. “I bet it looks more threatening and that’s why you like it, isn’t it?”

Lisette just barely remembered not to tilt her head back to laugh, “Ha, it totally is!”

After methodically running the conditioner through her hair and rinsing it out, Clavis grabbed yet another bottle and started applying it to her skin. He started at her shoulders, massaging the oil into her skin. Lisette tipped her head forward and groaned. “That’s what I want to hear,” Clavis murmured. He dug into the knots in her neck, intent on drawing more noises from her. When her shoulders were free from residual signs of stress, he moved onto her back, urging her forward a bit. Clavis paid special attention to her spine, addressing any kinks or tension.

Satisfied with his work, Clavis swept his hands down her arms, rubbing at her joints and tendons before sliding into the space between her fingers, his own curling against her palm. Clavis used his grip on her hand to tug it to his mouth, pressing a kiss to her scarred knuckles, soap and all. “Sap,” Lisette playfully grumbled.

“Happily so,” Clavis booped her nose before tapping her leg and then the edge of the tub. Confused, Lisette nonetheless dutifully propped her legs up. Weird that he would move onto there before getting to her chest. But here he was, dragging his hands up her legs, fingers pushing into her muscles as he rubbed the oil into her skin. His touches were more therapeutic than sensual-either he was holding back for the moment or this was a part of foreplay that Lisette was new to. He had to scooch forward to reach while she drew them closer to her, his chest plastered to her back, but he wasn’t taking advantage of the position. Lisette was starting to get really invested in just a simple massage by the time he moved onto her feet, knuckling her soles as best he could from the angle.

He used the pitcher to help wash her off, but instead of doing literally anything else Lisette was expecting (highest being touch her with intent), he grabbed another jar and started following the same path he just made. “Didn’t you already do this?” she said.

“What I just used was soap specifically designed to soothe sore muscles,” Clavis stroked her shoulders, “It does clean you as well, but it’s main purpose is medicinal. This is regular soap.”

“There’s more than one kind of soap?!” Lisette exclaimed.

Clavis froze for a second. “Lisette, darling, I adore you beyond measure. So please know that I say this with love: your standards are abysmal.”

“Are you saying multiple soaps aren’t just fancy royal shit?” she couldn’t help but egg him on. Didn’t mean it wasn’t an honest question.

“No, Lisette. You have to know that,” Clavis despaired, “Surely your brother has a regime similar to this.”

“He could, but I wouldn’t know,” Lisette shrugged, “It’s not like he would have brought it up with me.”

“Well, good thing you have me then, isn’t it?” Clavis grabbed her hand again and brought it to his lips.

“Stop being cute,” Lisette grumbled, but her tone was fond, fond, fond. Always fond, for her sappy, cute lover.

“And start being serious?” this time, Clavis brought his hands to her chest, “That can certainly be arranged.” He took his sweet time rubbing the regular, non-special soap onto her upper chest, but Lisette was too used to his teasing to even think of saying anything yet. She knew it wouldn’t do any good. Her determination wavered when Clavis raised a hand to her neck, gripping it gently and tipping her head back onto his shoulder so he could lean over and kiss her cheek. Lisette tried to tilt her head to the side for a proper kiss, but the faintest squeeze to her neck stopped her.

“Clavis,” Lisette sighed. Well, so much for that. She should have expected this; motherfucker knew all her weak points. With his free hand, Clavis palmed her left breast. He nibbled Lisette’s ear as he played with her breast: squeezing it, rubbing the oiled soap across it, flicking his thumb across her nipple. “Clavis,” Lisette repeated, breathier than before. It was interesting to feel herself get wet even though she was submerged in water.

Reluctantly, Clavis let go of her neck. Less reluctantly, it was to pay attention to her other breast. He tweaked and twisted her nipples, tugging on them every so often. He took a break to rub around her areolas before going back to pinching and pulling. “Mmmm,” Lisette moaned, pushing her breasts further into his touch and gripping his knees to ground herself. Just when she was starting to get really riled up, Clavis let go and reached for more soap, then started applying it to her sternum and stomach.

“Asshole,” Lisette groaned. Clavis merely chuckled and placatingly soothed her toned abs. His hands crept dangerously low on her hips, briefly running through her pubic hair and palming her mound, only to slide back up. “Fuckin’ tease,” Lisette accused, sounding more dismayed than angry. Suddenly, a luxurious bath was sounding less appealing than other activities they could be engaged in.

“So many compliments,” Clavis crooned, like the smug asshole he was. He went back to doting attention to her legs, bringing them together chest-to-back again as he leaned them forward in order to reach. Except this time, he also plastered kisses to the back of Lisette’s neck, and Lisette was more keenly aware of his hard cock nudging her rear. Now, suffering through Clavis lavishing her legs, Lisette was significantly more impatient for him to move on. The heat of his chest on her back felt like a brand and he was focusing more on her erogenous zones as he washed her legs, teasing her inner thighs; it took everything in her not to fidget, hoping to ease the ache inside her.

But finally, finally, Clavis was all done with her legs. And to Lisette’s relief, it seemed like Clavis viewed his previous actions as teasing enough, because he guided them into a reclining position as his right hand came to rest on her inner thigh while his left went back to her breast. Lisette fully relaxed against Clavis, keeping her legs up on the edge of the tub to keep herself easily spread open for his access. “Eager?” Clavis gloated.

“Hell yeah,” Lisette admitted, locking her hands together behind Clavis’ neck to give Clavis unobstructed access to her body and give her body a seductive arch, two things she knew would hit him hard. She could hear him swallow in arousal and smirked to herself. Submissive wasn’t normally an apt word to describe Lisette, but she’d been more than willing to let Clavis guide her how he wanted during sex and knew it always got to him when she willingly allowed herself to be restrained or follow his orders. Initiating intimacy was another thing that got to him-Lisette could imagine that it must be heady for Clavis to know that someone who once had no interest in sex was excited for it with him.

“Hahaha, my bad! If I had known you were so interested in taking things further, I would have done something sooner,” Clavis lied.

“No you wouldn’t,” Lisette said, “Even now, I hear talking but don’t see any doing.” She twirled her foot in the air in what she hoped was a goading gesture.

Clavis laughed, but at least he also started moving, so Lisette counted it as a double-win. With one finger, he circled her left areola as another traced around her labia. Lisette leaned her head back against Clavis’ shoulder and hummed. If the water was just a little bit hotter like when they first got in, this would be near perfect.

Thankfully, without any coaxing from Lisette, Clavis’ touches got more serious. He rubbed across her nipple and clit at the same time, drawing out a sigh from Lisette. His fingers mirrored each other: when one flicked up and down, so did the other. When one applied pressure, the other followed. The dual sensations had Lisette panting. Clavis brought more fingers into the mix as he rubbed and rolled her nubs. He pinched both, causing Lisette to gasp, but where he started twisting and tugging her nipple, he lept his movements over her clit firm but gentle kneading. “Mmm, Clavis,” Lisette groaned appreciatively.

“Good?” Clavis asked. Lisette nodded and pressed herself further into his touch in answer. She tilted her face into his neck as she focused on breathing evenly. It was ridiculous, how quickly she was being wound up. This wasn’t going to last long at all. Perhaps sensing that, Clavis sped up his movements. Lisette found herself even closer to the edge than she thought she was.

“Clavis-” she started, maybe to warn him, maybe to ask him to slow down or speed up, Lisette didn’t even know. But Clavis dug a fingernail into her nipple as he squeezed it and added just the right pressure when he passed over her clit, and all of a sudden Lisette was tensing as an orgasm rushed through her.

When she came down, panting and tingling with aftershocks, she realized that Clavis’ hands hadn’t moved at all. And when he sensed that she had recovered somewhat, the fingers on her clit slid past her folds to her entrance, pressing against her opening without dipping in. “Oooh, yes,” Lisette urged just in case he was asking for permission.

“Insatiable, are we?” Clavis slipped two fingers into her at once, cutting off any remark she had been thinking of making. Lisette huffed at the sudden stretch, grateful that her orgasm had left her feeling loose without making her too sensitive. “I’m more than happy to oblige,” he began pumping them in and out of her at a steady pace, left hand splayed out almost possessively over her breast. Lisette made a small, surprised sound at the feeling of water slipping into her cunt while Clavis fingered her. “You know I love seeing you lose yourself to pleasure.” He plunged his fingers as deep as they could manage from the angle on each press in and dragged them against her walls on each pull out, spreading them apart near on every other pass.

Lisette gave up trying to keep her composure as Clavis’ fingers drove relentlessly inside her, occasionally squeezing the palmful of breast he held. It was a challenge just to keep her hands locked behind his head, she was clenching them so hard. Lisette buried her head further in Clavis’ neck, gulping down air as he scissored into her. To her relief, Clavis smoothly slid a third finger alongside the other two, stretching her out even further. Lisette was vaguely aware of the sounds she was making, focused more on the fact that Clavis was toying with her abused nipple again while his thumb occasionally brushed against her clit. Lisette’s hips rolled into the motion, trying to match his rhythm.

Clavis pressed his lips to her forehead and whispered, “Are you getting close?” Lisette, unable to verbally respond as her mouth was too busy letting out gasps and moans, nodded in answer. “Do you like it when I play with you like this?” Another nod. “Do you like it when I fill you up and soothe your aching cunt?”

“Clavis,” Lisette whined.

“Do you like it when your pussy no longer feels empty?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Do you like it when I make you come so hard you forget where you are?”

“Yesssss.”

His fingers were rapidly pumping now, the sound of them moving in and out muted by the water. The heel of his hand replaced his thumb, knocking against her clit with each thrust. His thumb and index finger were tugging relentlessly on her nipple. Lisette rocked desperately into his hands, chasing her next release. It was just out of reach but she could feel it simmering beneath the surface. She trusted Clavis to get her there. He just had to-there! He curled his fingers just right, brushing them against her g-spot on each pass. Lisette’s pleasure ratcheted up a million fold, and the orgasm that was nearby was suddenly right there. “Clavis, Clavis, don’t stop, don’t-” she begged before Clavis sealed her lips with his, snaking his tongue into her mouth to wrap around hers and suck as gave her nipple a vicious twist and pressed and pressed and pressed directly on her sweet spot. Pleasure spiked and Lisette shook as she came, sobs muffled against Clavis’ mouth. The world disappeared for a good few seconds.

Awareness came back gradually. Clavis was still kissing Lisette (good to know she hadn’t accidentally bitten him, because that orgasm was fierce) and the hand at her breast had moved to her side, rubbing up and down in soothing motions. Her own hands had dropped to his arms at some point, holding on for support. Lisette grunted when he gently slid his fingers out of her. With an exaggerated smack, Clavis broke their kiss apart, smiling down at her, half proud, half just . . . happy. It was a good sight to focus on as Lisette returned to the land of the living.

“Fuck, that was good,” Lisette said once her ears stopped ringing and her limbs stopped shivering, stretching as much as she was able to. She leaned up to kiss Clavis herself, hand cupping his cheek, to show her appreciation. She brought her legs back into the tub and shifted her body around so that she was facing Clavis. Sensing her intentions, he made a good attempt at trying to protest, but Lisette kept kissing him to drown out any words and batted his hands away. Only when she was fully turned around did she back away.

Clavis was pouting when she pulled back.”This was supposed to be about you,” he insisted as Lisette reached for the empty pitcher.

“I distinctly remember you saying you needed a bath just as much as I did earlier,” Lisette covered his eyes as she tipped the water over his head. There was only one jar left that hadn’t been used, and the bottle looked similar to the one that contained her shampoo, so Lisette took it. As she poured the shampoo out and lathered it up, she studied Clavis, who was dripping wet and slightly flushed at the idea of Lisette giving him the same treatment he gave her. When he caught her staring at him, however, he affected a confident smile, with a gleam in his eyes to match. Okay, time to mess with him. “You know,” Lisette teased, “you’re pretty like this too, even though your wet hair makes you look like a drowned rat.”

Clavis squawked, scandalized and mock offended, but he gave himself away when he laughed as Lisette started scrubbing the shampoo into his hair, trying to massage it in the same way he had. “Nice try, but I know better than to fall for it,” Clavis kept his gaze, still full of confidence, trained on Lisette’s, “You like my hair too much to think it looks bad wet.” Lisette narrowed her eyes at him, but she decided to let it go. For one, he was totally right: he did look a bit silly, but somehow he still looked good, too. More vulnerable, in a weird way. Also, she didn’t want to tease him every time he felt self-assured, otherwise what would be the point of trying to convince him he was it for her?

Knowing it was her loss, Lisette looked away first to reach for the empty pitcher. She blatantly ignored his smug look as she carefully rinsed his hair, guiding his head back and shielding his forehead to help protect his eyes from the runoff. She went for the special soap next, but the bottle was suspiciously light when she took it. She shook it just to make sure, and yep: empty. Lisette leveled an accusatory glare at Clavis, who shrugged innocently. “Oh dear, is there not enough? That’s too bad, maybe next time.” Yeah, right. Motherfucker knew exactly what he was doing by not filling it up enough. Well, that was fine-Lisette would just have to get him back. Maybe blindside him with a good present or something, make him realize he can’t get away with accepting less for himself.

With nothing for it, Lisette switched to the regular soap, following the same path Clavis did. The fading hickey called out to her as she started at his shoulders, but she would get back to it later. She scooted closer to hug Clavis and mouth at his jaw while she took care of his back. His cock poked into her inner thigh, but she would get back to that later, too.

Clavis chased her mouth when she pulled back to make quick work of his arms, giving her a quick peck before letting her focus on what she was doing. Lisette made quicker work of his arms than she intended to, drawn to impatience thanks to Clavis being adorable and kissable. When she got to his torso, she tried to pay as much attention to his pecs as he had with her breasts, squeezing each in a handful, rubbing and pinching his nipples, scratching lightly across his skin. Clavis bit his lip, his hands coming to rest on her waist. “Time-time to move on, don’t you think, Lis?” Clavis pleaded (and he could argue all he wanted, that’s exactly what it was) when she gave his right nipple a sharp tug.

Lisette chuckled, “Sure, babe, I can take mercy on you.” She carefully slid her hands down his torso, applying gentle pressure along his stomach and sides to avoid setting off his ticklish spots. He quivered a bit, muscles contracting, and Lisette resolved to explore that more some other time. “So sensitive,” she murmured.

“That is not what that’s supposed to mean,” Clavis said.

Lisette shrugged, backing up a bit to better access his legs. “Well, I’m happy to show you how else you’re sensitive if you really insist.” She emphasized her words by wrapping her hands around his inner thighs, thumbs rubbing circles into his pelvic bone. Clavis mumbled something about not wanting to interrupt. Taking pity on him, Lisette washed his legs, enjoying the way he trembled whenever she swept her hands up his thighs and close to his cock. Okay, so maybe not a lot of pity. To rectify that, she didn’t spend as long on his legs as he had hers, and when she was done, she scooted closer, cupping his jaw and giving him a smooch. “I’m gonna take care of you now, yeah?” Clavis gulped and nodded his assent, wrapping his arms around her neck and kissing her.

Without any preamble, Lisette reached down and gripped his cock in one hand, using her other to soothingly caress his leg, his side, his chest, his neck, scratching here and there to add a different sensation. She slowly stroked his cock, easing him into it. His breathing had already picked up, tiny huffs she felt against her lips. Clavis liked to go on about preferring to give than take, but Lisette was exactly the same way: the way Clavis reacted when she touched him was too intoxicating for her to resist.

Lisette sped up her motions, occasionally twisting the head on her upstrokes, thumb rubbing over his slit when possible. Clavis’ hips started jerking into the motion, like he was still trying to hold back but his body wasn’t cooperating. He was starting to make more noise that he tried to stifle by kissing Lisette deeper, arms tightening involuntarily around her shoulders. She wound him up a bit more, listening to him getting louder and moving more insistently.

Lisette lifted her free hand along his chest, over his collarbone, circling the back of his neck until she reached his nape. She carefully ran her hand up through the roots of his hair and gripped a fistfull before tugging. His head tipped back, ripping a half-gasp, half-moan out of him, his hips jolting up in response. Clavis sat, dazed, mouth open unconsciously and freely letting loose the whimpers he’d tried to hide earlier, unfocused gaze resting on her forehead due to the angle Lisette craned his head at. His neck was now on full display, and there was that damn nearly gone hickey, taunting her.

Clavis gathered himself and looked down, noticing Lisette’s intense gaze. He wriggled in what was probably meant to be an enticing way, golden eyes alight with mischief. “Not enough marks on me?” he purred, “Need to cover me in bruises so everyone knows I’m yours?” Lisette growled, tightening her grip on his hair. Clavis groaned, toes curling at the sensation. One day, Lisette was going to have to test just how much Clavis liked having his hair yanked.

Clavis tipped his head back as much as he could manage, which was . . . well. He could nudge it the slightest inch, but that was all the encouragement Lisette needed. Interpreting his request, she obligingly dragged his head back more until he was staring at the ceiling, his back curving to accommodate the new position. “Have at it, Lisette,” he coaxed, voice low and seductive like an incubus hypnotizing his target, “Brand me. Dig your teeth in and eat. Mark a collar around my throat. Remind me that I belong to you.”

With a snarl, Lisette did just that. Lips and teeth and tongue latched onto his throat, biting and licking and sucking. Her other hand, which had gone still around his cock, sped up to match the pace of her mouth. Lisette started on the spot where the previous hickey was, coaxing it back to life. When she was satisfied, she moved onto the rest of his neck, drawing out hickeys wherever she could: low on his collarbone, high near his jaw, dead center across his adams’ apple. Blooms of color erupted on his skin, imprints of teeth marks left here and there.

Clavis got louder and louder, one hand attempting to gain purchase in her hair and the other clinging to her lower back, pressing her closer to him. Lisette went happily, pressing herself until they were chest-to-chest, his cock trapped between their stomachs. It was a bit harder to get a good angle to stroke him, but their bodies rocking together and driving up the friction made up for it.

Lisette, knowing Clavis was getting close, latched onto a spot on his neck-about halfway up his neck, directly beneath his beauty mark-that she knew was particularly sensitive. She licked a stripe across it before mouthing at it, closed-mouth kisses placed so lightly they felt like butterfly kisses. Clavis squirmed, voice going a touch higher-pitched.

She started sucking at that patch of skin, encouraging blood to rise to the surface as she worked at it. She stroked his cock faster, both actions drawing a loud moan from Clavis. He was right on the edge, she could tell: his body was trembling in that tell-tale way of his, muscles contracting with every breath, extremities tensing in preparation. Without warning, Lisette’s teeth clamped down on his neck and she gave one last, strong suck while her thumb dug into the glans right underneath the head of his cock. With a wail, Clavis tipped over the edge. Lisette gradually slowed the pace of her strokes on his cock until she stopped, letting him ride it out as much as he could before getting overstimulated. She dragged her mouth off his neck but kept her grip on his hair, hoping the feeling would help him stay grounded as he came down.

Lisette studied Clavis as he regained his bearings. His neck was a disaster zone of bruises that were just starting to form. It fulfilled something deeply primal in Lisette. Clavis may be a leg man, but this was Lisette’s preference.

“Well,” Clavis said, still slightly out of breath, “that was certainly satisfying.” He pressed on a couple of the newly-made bruises, biting his lower lip at the sting. Lisette felt herself getting wound up all over again at the sight. The way Clavis enjoyed being marked as much as she loved marking him caused this endless loop of arousal through her-it made her want to repeat the process all over again.

Clavis took notice of Lisette’s renewed interest. He smirked wolfishly and brought his hands back to her waist. “Did that get you all hot and bothered again? I can certainly be persuaded to indulge in a second round.”

“I think we should take it to bed,” Lisette gestured to the water, now gone opaque with their runoff and, well, their other runoff. The water was beginning to get cold, too.

Clavis laughed, “Good point. I’m all up for making a mess, but I'm usually not caught up in it myself. But it was worth it, wasn’t it?”

There was nothing obvious in his tone that indicated he was looking for validation, but Lisette knew her boyfriend. She cradled his cheeks in her hands as she said, “It was. Thanks for suggesting this, Clavis. I really enjoyed it.”

Clavis glanced away, flustered, but he still preened, “Of course, I always come up with great ideas.”

“Exactly,” Lisette couldn’t help but kiss him. She pulled away only to nuzzle his nose with hers. “So any more ideas you have, any other things couples do, whatever milestones there are, I wanna do ‘em. I know I’ll have fun because I’ll be with you.” Now Clavis looked like he was getting overwhelmed, but he leaned in to kiss her back, forehead pressed to hers as he promised, “We’ll do everything, Lisette.”

#Ikepri #My fics #One suitor one prompt ccc #I can't believe I finally wrote something #After ages of making up fic ideas in my head I finally have an actual story written out #Pretty proud rn not gonna lie #Now I just need to figure out how to make better headers and line breaks when I post to tumblr

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