deflowering.

@luxscathing   ›   unscripted ask.

@mercurous   ›   unscripted.

coming to the conclusion that this was an interest had been surprising to say the least. ren had dealt with candles and the like for many, many years, but it hadn’t been until they’d seen the light flickering against mercury’s eyes that they’d felt that shudder run through their body. they hadn’t thought mercury would take that flirting over the fire pit so seriously, but now here they were. ren’s arms were raised near their head, fingers gripping onto the sheets if only because reaching for mercury would have been counter productive. there was something both arousing and embarrassing about being on display like this, straining through boxer briefs and looking up at mercury with eyes hazed and vulnerable, breathing heavily already from the luxurious slide of oil across their muscles. any other scenario and they might have been uncomfortable, but to be held by mercury, paying worship to each patch of skin, to feel him trail fire in the wake of his touch was like nothing they’d experienced before. this might be the death of them, already so turned on and mercury hadn’t even dripped the wax onto them yet.

they’d been quiet throughout most of the process, well, untalkative at least. apart from the occasional nod or shake ren had been too busy trying to understand whether they liked this or not. they liked mercury touching them, they liked his hands being this warm and being this warm, and feeling that warmth pool in their abdomen, but they still weren’t sure about the wax. the witch had never been exceedingly kinky, but this was pushing the boundaries of their designated safe zone. petaled hue had to stop their eyes rolling back as the first anticipative droplet fell, heat on top of heat, but not enough to burn their skin. watching mercury might have been the most enthralling part about it, seeing the lust in his eyes as the wax hardened. ren shuddered, face flushed, teeth tugging at the fat of their lower lip as they rolled their crown back into the pillows only to look back at mercury with more wanton desire. as the droplets trailed along their body ren started writhing, head starting to thrash from side to side as their sensitivity spiked each time the wax hit it’s mark. hips bucked and tiered gasps shattered long, heartfelt moans as their voice left them in breathy rasps.

ren was by no means subtle with their flirtations, moving to brush against mercury whenever they could, gazing longingly with bright petaled hue up through their lashes, leaning into him, tracing idle patterns over the inside of his thigh. the goal was a nonverbal riling, to be as frustratingly seductive as possible so as to make mercury snap. they wondered how long it would take before he ran out of patience.

could it have been that they’d underestimated yang’s capacity to get bored that fast ? simple outing to the markets wasn’t exactly an exciting affair, especially when ren spent so much time comparing produce and the health parameters of specific ingredients. it was a wind down activity, preparation different to that of pre - mission stress, a younger them might have been uncomfortable with the domesticity. they never believed they’d be spending a lazy sunday morning shopping with their sweetheart, donning paper bags filled with fresh bread and spices, walking through the sprawling streets of mistral’s capital. they felt at peace, even when they realised beloved had trailed from their side, most likely straying away when ren had been distracted. they paid it no mind, continuing to slowly check things off their grocery list until the familiar buzz of scroll alerted them to whatever ventures yang had gotten herself into.

ren’s expression upon yang’s return was too composed, too amused to have been safe by any means. charming debonair smile met the phoenix as he reached out to sling linked arm over her shoulder. they leant in to kiss her temple as they made their way back to bumblebee, voice honeyed and deceptive.   ‘   no, but apparently you did.   ’   a detour back to the kuroyuri valley landed them in on the edge of familiar sunflower field, hands on her body possessive, hungry, all that roiling energy between thinly veiled restraint unleashed, no doubt in the way yang intended. hips pressed up against her backside while dextrous fingers ran across molten skin, pinning her to the bike all the while slipping down into unbuttoned shorts. lily - smoke flitted around her neck as ren laid tender bites to the flesh, devilish tongue tongue lining her ear before accenting movement with a playful nip, hands near her shorts moving to tug them down.