@claisave was... encountered [HERE]
Please. Zeno shudders as she whispers that, back arching at the feel of her nails digging into his skin. Something about the way she sounds, the way Claire clings to him for dear life as his thrusts go from eager to downright relentless makes him obey at once, narrow hips slowing to a languid roll as he peppers her freckled cheeks with needy kisses. She's gotten him to relent his brutal pace, Zeno's touch now tender, soft even as he gazes at her kiss-swollen lips with those fierce golden eyes of his, staring at her face like it's the first time he's truly seen her.
Claire had been right all along. That ever since they'd crossed paths he'd been holding onto the grudge of a dead man and for what? Albert's hatred had solely been between himself and that of her older brother, Chris, and pursuing that hatred had only gotten him killed in the end. Zeno didn't- couldn't hate her the way that man did. Not like this. Not her. Not when their bodies melded perfectly together, like they were always meant to be.
He lowers his head, forehead pressed against her own as their hips press flush against one another. Everything about Claire is dizzying to him, the way she sounds, how she feels around him. Even her scent is intoxicating, spurring him to consume her in all her entirety but the need to please her is stronger, his teeth brushing over her skin. She's so vulnerable yet so trusting, baring her throat to him and he lowers his head to meet it, making sure to leave a trail of searing hot kisses all the way down her ravished neck.
"Would you like that, Claire? Me treating you like a lover?" He breathes against her skin, sucking her collarbone softly before pulling away with a wet pop. Claire, Zeno had said. Not Redfield like he normally did in that spiteful tone and his thrusts slow to a sensual, almost affectionate pace before he too tires of the couch. It is uncomfortable having to crane over Claire like this and he can't imagine it's any better for her, leather clinging to her sweat-soaked skin.
He manages a few lazy thrusts before he wraps his arms around her middle, lifting her up into his arms easily.
"Quick change of plans." He hisses and that's the only warning Claire gets before they're on the move. Zeno encourages her to wrap her thighs around his hips, escorting her to a nearby office table and he pauses only to swipe off the mess of stationary still covering it onto the floor. Pens and papers go flying with an angry clatter as he lays her down on sleek, cool mahogany like a precious offering, the clone wasting no time before his lips seizes hers once more.
She's so warm. So silky and wet around him, Claire's auburn hair spilling over dark wood as she gasps and writhes beneath him. Zeno responds by burying himself inside, giving his lover a moment to adjust to this new position before picking up from where they'd left off on the couch. Now it's easier to deliver the kind of slow, deep thrusts that's sure to hit her sweet spots, Zeno even going as far as sliding a hand under one of her strong legs and raising it so he can press a kiss to her inner thigh, nipping tenderly at the creamy skin there.
"Think you've got another one in there for me, darling? You sound so pretty when you come..." He whispers as he rolls his hips against hers, his other hand coming up to splay over her bare abdomen. His forefinger and thumb quickly finds her clit and he delicately strokes the little bead, rubbing firm but gentle circles over it so she makes some more of those pretty sounds he enjoys so much.