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WHO: Utrecht Visscher | Mae
WHAT: Smut following this thread.
WHEN: After that thread.
WHERE: Mae's brothel.
WARNINGS & NOTES: XXX. And that's probably it.

He kissed her again, just a touch more needy but no less affectionate than it had been. Mae had been kind to him from the moment that he arrived, gentle and understanding (despite being scandalous but he always took that in good humor and as an aspect of who she was). While she was beautiful, while there was lust, there was actual fondness and that was pushing him the hardest. Maybe not love, not the same thing that kept his heart wrapped around the finger of a dead woman, but there was something there that made Mae special. It came through in how he tried to deepen the kiss, how his heart beat a little stronger. He already burned a little hot because of the unintentional voyeur, but this time a blush accompanied it.

He finished unlacing her corset with dexterous fingers, hands that were controlled and careful from all the lives they had saved. He'd never had a chance to use them like this, never the opportunity to hold someone close for pleasure. While he was putting himself off, the experience and seeing that he could be pleasurable for someone was invaluable.

With the unlaced corset still pinned between them he rubbed his hands up her back, bare and warm. One up to the back of her neck and to the back of her neck, then clinging at her feathers there and he broke free of her mouth so he could kiss her throat underneath her ear. It was only then that he actually made a move for the bed, tilting her back towards it.

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Mae knew men like him, she knew their need, she knew how it was that they had never been kissed like this, never touched like this, never wanted like this. She returned his kisses just as deeply as she had before, letting him deepen the kiss, working along with his schedule in that, not wanting to push him too far too quickly. Her hands found the burning red of his cheeks, and she stroked him, speaking without words that she didn't care if their was someone watching, and she didn't care if they needed to take things slowly.

Smiling into the kiss, she molded herself closer to him, being very verbal and vocal with the way that he was arousing her with her touch. She let out a pleased almost purring sound when he moved his hands against her back, and the sound grew into a moan at the touch of his mouth against her throat.

The bed was an easy direction to focus in, and Coraxmaehe moved towards it, and it seemed like far fewer steps than it should have been before she lay back against it, her eyes, hooded with desire, focused upon his before she reached up to pull him closer to herself.

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There wasn't any judgement in how Mae looked at him (he never actually expected there to be), but there was judgement within himself, and that made him aware of him. She met his eyes with her own beautiful ones, and while his were a fine, clear blue and his hair that complimentary strawberry-blonde that was so rare among humans; and even his face on the whole wasn't terribly unpleasant, he still had self-depreciation ringing in his head. That's what led him to reach up and undo his tie even as he leaned down to kiss her again. Smaller, shallow ones.

He pulled his tie free of his vest and withdrew enough to drape it loosely over her eyes. He didn't tie it, just left it there. Perhaps it wasn't fair that he wanted to look at her even as he didn't want her to look at him, but he was going to try and make up for it.

Visscher leaned back on his haunches, pulled away the corset to have a look at her bare body. It was one thing to know that someone was gorgeous, or to see them nude. But to have her laying in front of him, for him to touch however he wanted to touch? As he stared he traced his index finger down her front, between her breasts, mapping the shallow dips of her abdomen, circling her navel.

He couldn't decide whether she was impossible or perfectly natural.

Hooking his thumbs in her skirts, he started to pull those down over her hips. Offering to take his clothes off? No. But he didn't need to for what he was going to do. "Thank you for letting me do this." Wait, that wasn't the right thing to say. He was supposed to tell her that she was beautiful, but it didn't happen like it was supposed to.

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Perhaps she should have expected that he wouldn't want to be seen. Mortals were terribly bad at not seeing the beauty in themselves that others might have seen in them, and to Coraxmaehe, all mortals were beautiful, if only because of the the desire and emotion that they held inside of them. But they were incredibly distrustful of hearing that, so Mae had long ago stopped attempting to explain it to them, unless it was a good case. Perhaps she would try with him later.

But for now, she would show him that she desired his touch in other ways, that she wanted him to desire to touch her. Mae matched his kisses, letting him set the tone with him, expecting that if she pushed too hard, well, he would become gun shy and pull away.

Her breath caught when he moved his finger over her front, knowing it was probably the first time that he had done this, letting him worship her with little movements of her fingers. She arched her back into it, and lifted her hips to allow the removal of her skirts in order to let him touch the center of her.

However, his statement caught her off guard, and she laughed quietly before she reached out and brushed her fingers against his cheek. "It is no problem at all, my Utrecht. Not one little bit."

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Visscher ran his hands down her thighs as he pulled off her skirt, relishing the smoothness, the warmth. His fingers tickled across the back of her knees, down the curve of her calf. In brief moments like that his nervousness ebbed, and he was lost in the smooth firmness of her skin, her gentle curves.

But then he remembered where he was, who he was with, and his exhale was as shaky and nervous as his words had been bumbling earlier.

He crawled back up the length of her, one hand lingering on her hip and the other propping himself over her so that he could lean in and give her another scratchy kiss. It helped, her not being able to see him. Even if she wasn't looking at his appearance, even if she didn't respond to human standards of beauty, he still knew what he looked like. The kiss felt more comfortable knowing that he was all texture and slowly learned skill. He couldn't yet tell what she wanted out of it; or if he was supposed to. Mae seemed to be enjoying what he was doing, and his mouth remained gentle and appreciative against hers. At first deep, and then it dwindled to softer, slow, decadent things.

Visscher's fingers started to stray from her hip then, rubbing to her inner thigh.