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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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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.