moritat | Victorian weenie au

The dress, being a pretty thing, would upset her if harmed. Look at what happened to Hyde when he tore her skirts!

Although it's not as if he hasn't sufficiently distracted her during the unbuttoning ordeal, and the protest she allows herself at his withdrawal comes out a heady, short whine. Paloma reluctantly leaves off him to assist with dress removal. The cerulean piece pools on the washroom floor beside her boot heels, and she stands there otherwise in corset, bloomers, and stockings.

"I hate these," she informs him, returning fast to HIS underclothes' fastenings. Paloma ducks away from kisses and squirms from any questing fingers, so determined is she to solve the problem.

At first he does try to kiss and to touch her...until it's clear she's too preoccupied. Then he turns his efforts instead to helping, after all, he knows the workings of his own underclothes better.

Of course, once he's properly opened his underpants...the thought of how they'll be quiet enough not to be caught sinks in. Heavy petting is one thing, outright intercourse another. Although it's at once exciting as well...

Maybe he had better just...get down on his knees, hands planted on her hips, to stick his face between her legs!! More importantly between the slit in her bloomers. A shameful act to some, but Henry Jekyll goes down. Anatomical research might not be his thing, but still, as a doctor he knows his stuff, can't put that knowledge to waste. Wow this is embarrassing. That doesn't mean he's even thinking of backing down though. No, he's setting that tongue to work.

Some who boast familiarity with the bone structure of a Tyrannosaurus would identify some relation to its arms and what Paloma does with hers. Shock! Less appall. The great service he's performing is too wonderful to complain about.

Her legs go stiff as trees and root to the washroom floor; she knots fingers a little ungently through his hair. Distant recall of the first and only time a man's tongue ever stroked her flits in and out of her mind, gone because that was years gone and Henry is the one who's with her now.

"Aaaah," she blurts. Look, she's trying hard to keep her mouth shut, but it's haaard!!

He looks up, panic stricken, as if he would have expected anything else. Did anyone hear that? And if they did, will they come looking? Surely they'll just assume it's Paloma taking a bath! On her own! Right? Wide eyes wordlessly tell her to keep quiet, at least as best she can, implore her.

And then he ducks back down, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh. But those fingers in his hair prompt him to continue without having to be told. It's reward enough to have her pull on it like that. Plenty satisfying in its own way. And a good way to determine how he's doing, what angle or speed to keep at, and as a scientist it's an interesting experiment for him! Something to remember for another time.

Paloma returns his panic in equal measure, but the sound of gossip hasn't missed a beat. Safer to clap a hand over her mouth to muffle the reedy gasps coming out all on their own.

It's too good, he's too good to her, her knees buckle and knock together just when it feels like he's getting to the best part of it. She lurches backward and onto her arse, shivering. Her thighs shake even though there was no finish.

"Hhhhahh, hahh, Harry," her turn to implore. She begs with her eyes, too.

Oh- "Are you alright?" He whispers, bending down onto his hands and knees above her. ...he could listen to what she has to say, or he could steal her lips with more kisses, and an ever busy hand.

That's as good as listening.

And with his multitasking kisses and finger-fucking a recent divorcée, and the near miss of servants catching them, that ends things. She quietly loses it. As in she breaks off from the sloppy kiss and down, upper shoulders thumping wood, her spine arches and seizes up.

Clapping over her mouth is all that spares them an awkward conversation about why Miss Vasquez is coming with her doctor's fingers jammed up in her.

...Gynecological exam? That would be a good excuse, right?

Just because she's done doesn't mean he stops right away. That wouldn't be very kind, anyway, to just stop all of a sudden! Instead he eases off, only once he's entirely certain she really is finished. Kissing her cheek, he whispers confessions of love into her ear.

THEN ONLY ONE OF THEM SHOULD GET UNDRESSED

God bless him and his generosity, helping her ride it for as long as possible. Their only time together, a long while ago on the East End, seems so rushed and slapdash by comparison. If they just had more time ...

Her eyes open to black slits, turning on the floor to lick him full on the mouth. "I love you, let me, let me show ..." He can hear it solely because of his proximity. Nobody may overhear. Her grip settles onto his underpants and sees to sliding them off.

It's another matter when attentions are turned to him. That's - well that's unnecessary, isn't it? She doesn't need to do anything for him, he's gross, he'll taint her with how gross he is!!! What a bad man. But he does so desperately want her, he can't protest. Besides, doing so might call attention.

That lick was also a bit distracting, it's not every day someone outright licks you on the mouth. He can hardly finish reacting to it before his pants are gone and he's left kneeling there fully exposed. But he expects that if anything, she'll just use her hand. That's...maybe not so bad. It could be worse, anyway. It could be proper intercourse, or something perverse - like what he just did. Terribly, ungodly sins.

Gone is relative. Paloma's happy just getting them low enough to not obstruct her, leaving them bunched above his knees. It's well enough.

Luck be with Henry, fangs don't protrude as her lips part. Exceptional luck when she's turned and slithered onto her belly, wrapping just one hand around the base of him and pushing herself a small ways up with the other; what can it be but lucky, what with taking the whole length into her mouth? Ha ha no gag reflex

Oh - oh no this is already shaping up to be The Best Blowjob Ever™, how can she do that, especially without easing into it?! His face flushes deep scarlet, spine jolts and seems to lock in place. But will she really be okay, she's going to choke, oh good god, what is he going to do, he has to clamp a hand over his mouth just to muffle himself already, how can he tell her not to choke?! The people outside will definitely, absolutely hear if he tries to say anything...!!! "Paloma," it's nothing more than a wheeze, barely audible through his hand. But there's nothing to say it's for anything more than pleasure.

She's going to choke and it's going to be his fault because he's the sort of terrible man who wants to shove his dick down a lady's throat!! Who would take advantage of said lady being in a vulnerable situation, too! Who forces his lust on her time and again! He's going to have to hide another body and it's going to be someone he loves, at that. Naturally, the more he panics, the more he's into it. But also, the more tears well up in his eyes, until they have no choice but to spill over.

See, for a while, she takes his panicking to mean this is some excellent work. And wheezing her name like every breath is hard-won! The ultimate compliment. Her lashes flutter, and smug, Paloma shapes her tongue to the underside of his dick as she withdraws almost in full. That lasts all of two seconds before her mouth slides down the shaft again with no regard for that little thing called breathing.

"Mmmhmm?" Been a couple years-- she's not got a load of experience under her belt, precisely, but sucking a man off requires no degree in high sex education. This is how it's done, yes??

She has no idea he's starting to cry.

Oh, it is some excellent work, and that's half the problem! There's a single beat of relief in his heart when she pulls back, but it's gone with a sharp gasp just as quickly, and followed by fingers tangling into her hair. But the tremor that starts in his body comes from his shoulders, as tears turn to sobs that he has to keep quiet.

As far as she knows, it's only returning the magnificent favor he'd done her. What problem could there be?

But Paloma's head bobs just once, twice, and halfway down her third she dares a peek up at his eyes. The distress waiting shocks her off of his dick, letting go of it with a positively filthy pop from her lips.

"Harry?" As soundlessly as she can manage his name in a query. She stares, neck craned, from the same spot on the ground.

Oh thank god, she stopped, she isn't going to choke?! But it doesn't help him stop his pathetic weeping, and now she's looking at him and he feels he has to hide his face. He buries his face in both hands, sobbing into his palms.

She should be used to him getting off and crying in tandem by now. They're one and the same.

dick still rock hard tho

Of course it's still hard!! Look at it, all wet and glistening!!

Her heart seizes, clenches from the enormity of seeing him break down like this. Paloma can't leave him be. She pushes to sit upright, slipping her hands around his, pulling them away to allow for their noses smushed together--

"Love?"

No he'd rather not look at it.......

He'd also rather not look at her, it's like looking at all the terrible things he's done and he wants to cry all the more for seeing her beautiful face in the midst of it! "I'm sorry-" It's maybe a little too loud, until he muffles himself again by wrapping his arms around her and dropping his head to rest in her collar. Just another way to hide his face.

Her poor weenie and his sad, bereft weenie. Paloma puts that out of mind and embraces him tightly, to perhaps help him feel secure, and wanted even if she doubts that's the issue. She'd thought she demonstrated the opposite rather vividly.

Murmuring directly into his ear, she smooths the hair down at his nape. "Do you wish for me to stop touching ...?"

How can he answer that question...he definitely doesn't want to sit in the discomfort of getting so worked up but not actually getting off. He absolutely wants her to touch him. But he also is definitely going to feel more and more guilty. It's a fitting punishment if he doesn't get the satisfaction, right? Maybe he can be forgiven then.

All he can really do in response is shake his head while latching onto her even more.

It's a pathetic state of affairs. Hyde is so done with this shit.

Paloma--

Isn't completely sure what he means.

So long as there's room for doubt, her hands and mouth stay where they are. The man can cling for whatever length of time he must. Poor repressed Henry Jekyll. She kisses his brow.

"No, I may? No, no more?"

Her shoulder and chest are going to be awfully wet.

Having to clarify, he can't really decide which he meant by it still. He feels badly for her having to put up with this. It's one thing when he cries with some one night stand or prostitute, he can just leave, or they're being paid so it's fine to ride it out.

"...You may." It can't get any worse, he's already disgusting! Might as well finish the job. Fingers twist in her hair and the strings tying her corset together. He isn't about to stop clinging, though.

He says that, but still she frets. She sits back onto her feet and regards him with the utmost solemnity before taking his face up between impossibly gentle palms.

"I am happy to. But you are not happy, love. We do not need to."

But he is, and he wants to, that's the problem!

"Please forgive me." Does he mean for crying and interrupting her, or for wanting sex in the first place? The answer is both, and that's why he can't look her in the eye.

Just get rid of this trash.

She kisses him on the mouth, feather-light and startlingly chaste. Only then do her hands drop from Jekyll.

And still she smiles, hoping to show the good will he hasn't impugned. Certainly they are a mess, and have made a mess, but that's all this is. A mess they can work on. "Nothing needs my forgiving. Ah ... we should, ahh, dress?"

Lord, her bloomers will smell strange under the heaviness of those skirts. Paloma picks at the wet slit of it absently.

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