loni muffles them with a palm, brows furrowed as she rode them like her life depended on it. one moment things had been perfect, silent sans for the sounds of bodily fluids squelching as skin met skin. in the next they'd dared open their mouth, a litany of facts spilling forth in a tidal wave of shit she didn't care to think about.
loni loved her vito, truly, but sometimes she just wanted to cum in peace. like right now, for instance.
using her opposite hand she wrapped it around their throat, tightening it enough (pressure only on the sides and not their windpipe) to make them feel light headed. "shut up and be good for me, vito. if you don't you're not going to be allowed to cum inside me."
A SIMPLE CLAP OF HER hand, and iovita’s words are turned off like a faucet. it’s more out of surprise, then anything, eyes widening before narrowing into an expression that simply states: the audacity! it’s interesting, what they have to say. beyond interesting. an entire new discovery through accident, and she doesn’t want to hear it?
if witches wrote papers like scientists then it would be legendary. ground-breaking. referenced again and again. well… it would still be legendary and ground-breaking if iovita was inclined to share with anyone. but the fact of the matter is that it’s been occupying a persistent and near-permanent spot in iovita’s mind all day, to the point that not even the sight (fantastic) and feeling (even better) of loni riding them has distracted them fully from it.
which is why her hand over their mouth is rude. gaze sharpens into a glare, the fact that they’re in the midst of sex is moot, and iovita turns over possibilities in their mind on how to make her move her damn hand. lick it? bite it? keeping talking even if it’s muffled? oh, yes, that’s a good one – and the one they are about to opt for when they feel the press of her fingers against the sides of their neck.
the noise dies in their throat in a single hard swallow, eyelids fluttering over darkened gray eyes. her hand is precise and careful, but firm nevertheless. iovita relaxes willingly under it in an implicit show of trust.
their hand finds her elbow – of the same arm that has a hand round their throat – and tightens long fingers around it in a silent demand that she keep it right where it’s at. when they’re sure the message is clear, they give a lazy little go on wave of that hand: fine. I’ll be quiet.
@moonlovd
