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MISFIRES

a rambunctious duo in salt has stuck their nose where they shouldn't and now you can all reap the rewards! this is a MISFIRES meme. post a header for your character, and receive accidental texts from your local saltburntian guests. nudes, nasties, confessions of a certain persuasion? things you'd otherwise never write or send? they're all on the table. (meme threads aren't game canon, but they're not not game canon either, right)

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[mygoodsir]

[He kisses her back languidly, savouring the taste of her mouth, the feel of her tongue. He's in no particular rush, pleased to have someone with whom he can ignore the outside world with. Someone warm.

His hands slide further up her thighs, pushing the skirt ahead of them.]

[longlegs]

[ He's in no rush and she matches the pace, enjoying the warmth, weight, the rhythm of their breathing as she shifts to kiss him from a different angle. Grinning when she stops, Mila affectionately rests her hand on top of his, then slowly climbs off, standing on her high heels again. Bending over, fingers methodically unbutton and unzip his pants. ]

What do you like?

[mygoodsir]

[So tall in those heels! It turns out that he really does love a tall blonde.]

My dear girl, I'll eat you out as long as you can stand the beard.

[longlegs]

[ She pauses, watching him with a small smile. She wasn't... quite expecting that. Usually guys expect to be the ones who receive first, especially when Mila's the one inviting them over like this. Regaining her composure a little, it becomes a grin. ]

Really?

[mygoodsir]

Of course.

[He looks up at her with a smile.]

Is that an uncommon offer?

[longlegs]

Kind of. I'm used to being the one who... [ She shakes it off, laughing softly to dismiss that thought, ] I'm not complaining, though. Do you want me to lie down?

[mygoodsir]

However is most comfortable for you, my dear. Laying down, sitting on my face, against a wall... Although admittedly if I'm going to be kneeling on the floor I will request a pillow for my knees. Life after thirty is all about joint preservation.

[longlegs]

[ Charmed, Mila goes quiet for another moment, soft excitement as she looks at the bed behind Harry. Caressing his face, planting a kiss on his lips, she climbs onto the mattress, chest more exposed on her hands and knees, crawling with heavy shoes until she's turning to lie down on her back and rest her head on the pillows. Her legs fold and part for him, waiting for him to turn around. ]

Is this okay for your joints?

[mygoodsir]

[He turns, smiling softly.]

Oh, yes. I think that will do quite nicely.

[He scoots on up between her legs, pushing her skirts up, so that he can see what he's doing. He drops his head to kiss a wet line from knee to the inside of one thigh. One hand rests on the opposite leg while the other investigates for any underthings, which will be summarily removed.]

[longlegs]

Oh—

[ A little bit of laughter, ticklishness turning into warmth as Harry's lips move and map out the line of one leg. She lifts her hips as soon as he needs her too, helping him remove her panties, shifting her legs until they slip off entirely. She welcomes him back, nervous, blushing — gripping at her skirt to keep it pulled up whenever he comes back down. ]

[mygoodsir]

[If he's surprised at what he finds he doesn't show it. The man is a doctor, after all. He looks up and smiles at her blush.]

I'll be gentle.

[His hands pull her cheeks apart a little so that he can lick up her thigh again, this time descending to press the flat of his tongue over her entrance before circling it with the tip. He's enthusiastic, but as gentle as he'd promised.]

[longlegs]

[ She can't help it — Mila plays with her hair (the wig) a little, watching Harry lower himself, smitten by his promise. Swallowing, a little tension before she remembers how to relax, Mila's eyelids droop and her shoulders inch upward, surprised and delighted by his choice. The first moments are gentle enough to feel like a tease. She likes that, sighing with an encouraging little noise. ]

Yeah, like that…

[mygoodsir]

[He repeats the circling again before closing his lips over her properly and licking her again with more pressure. Not enough to stop being gentle, but enough that it's obvious he's eager.]

[longlegs]

[ God, he's good at this. Enough to keep her eyes closed when she presses her head back, fingers now playing with Harry's hair, indulgence and encouragement and a little reward at the tips. Mila moans and shifts her hips, presses her shoes and cups her breast, massaging the soft swell, lightly pinching her nipple. Eventually she puts her hand below her navel, massaging the tender, firm length. ]

Keep — keep going. Fuck. Where did you learn—

[mygoodsir]

Anatomy classes.

[He grins as he says it; it's one of his favourite jokes. But then he goes right back to work, pressing his tongue gently into her as his lips wet her flesh.]

[longlegs]

[ There's laughter, short and sweet, letting go of his hair to cover her face in that interlude, soon brought back by his tongue. After that there are more indulgent noises, encouragement through caresses and spoken (moaned, whimpered) approval, moving her hips and rubbing herself, fingers pressing around the tip, collecting and spreading the fluid that slips free and oozes generously, making her skin glisten. A few more minutes is all it takes for her to come, gripping Harry's hair tighter than she probably should.

She's left a panting, soaked mess, slowly lifting herself to sit up a little. ]

Holy shit. That was… really good.

[mygoodsir]

[Harry sits up and rolls his neck to work a crick out. He offers her a little smile.]

Thank you, my dear.