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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.