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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]

[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.