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[ This isn't the first time he's seen her nude, but it is the first he's laid his hands against the bare flesh of her cock. His features have always been a bit hard to read, so his own apprehension is hidden quite well. The only indication is the second of hesitation his hand makes before the takes hold of her. ]

Tell me if you like it.

[ He wants to please her, after all. And if they aren't going to fully make love, this will have to suffice for now. ]

[ Following her faint nod, Grell exhales a heady sigh, eyes briefly closing. The first touch. It sends a wave of excitement and relief through her. ]

G-good so far...

[ He can't claim to have done this to himself often. In fact, it may have been mostly in his childhood, and quite a bit less in the past years. Still, he trusts Grell to guide him, should he be wrong in assuming what she might enjoy. The palm of his hand trails down her shaft, his fingers wrapping around it once he reaches the base. Then comes a series of slow pumps. He watches her face as his hand moves, hoping to see a pleased look upon her face. ]

[ With a quiet croon, her hips shift. A hand winds into the comforter beneath her, properly rustling the neatly made linens. Her upturned brows press, certainly vulnerable - and yet, recognisably pleasured, indeed. ]

Mn... You can explore, as well... If you want.

Should that not wait until we we're taking the next step?

[ His hand remains focused where it is, jerking Grell in slow strokes. ]

[ Grell's breath becomes hotter upon her lips, hips beginning to withe beneath him just so. ]

What's this, then?

Hush. I meant until we have actual sex.

[ He speaks in a low tone, though there's a bit of lust to it. His free hand moves to the tie of his own trousers, loosening them. ]

[ The movement earns her gaze, which can't help but transfix there. ]

Do whatever pleases you, then. Within your confines.

[ Her hand trails up along his wrist with the softest moan. ]

[ Her wrist is taken, and he moves her hand to cup him, silently giving her permission to touch him as she wishes. ]

This would please me.

[ Lips parting, her eyes flicker up to his face, a smirk plucking at a corner of her mouth. ]

I should like nothing more.

[ Carefully kneading him through the fabric of his trouser, her fingertips trace over their fastenings, plucking them, one by one. ]

[ At the touch, William lets out a heavy breath, eyes blinking slowly as he focuses on the feeling. His own hand pauses a moment, moving to help Grell free him from his trousers. ]

[ At seeing him, Grell too heaves a heavy sigh. Until now, she didn't realise precisely how much she's wanted to please him. To see him desire her.

Delicately taking him in hand, she touches him from tip to base - and her other hand settles on his hip, to draw him closer and lay his cock atop hers. ]

[ With an approving hum, William follows her lead. He leans down over her, one hand resting beside her head while the other joins hers. Her hand is taken and her fingers guided around them both. ]

This is all so new to me. I will admit I'm still nervous.

[ He whispers beside her ear and he slowly strokes them along with her. ]

[ Grell watches him intently, cheeks warming as he takes initiative, lashes fluttering as his breath washes over her skin.

Licking over her lips, she gently rocks her hips to add to the friction. Just enough to get another sweetened breath out of her. ]

I would imagine that's normal. Perhaps, even, part of the fun.

[ Likewise, she speaks in hushed tones. Turns her head to nuzzle into him. ]

You best not laugh at me.

[ He somehow manages to have a serious tone in between the heavy breaths. Her movements are certainly aiding and he quickly finds himself matching them. ]

[ Wrapping her free arm about his shoulders, she rests her temple against his, teeth sinking into her lip with a stifled moan. ]

You'd have my permission to silence me.

[ He doesn't hesitate. His hand leaves them, instead roughly cupping her face and pressing a heated kiss against her lips. He doubts it will really silence either of them, but he also doesn't seem to care in this moment. ]

[ The treatment gets a whimper out of her - though, apparently, it's quite good; her hips buck lightly against his, her hand tightening just so to maintain her hold. And, of course, the kiss is met with equal enthusiasm, voice drawling into an airy mewl. ]

[ The sounds he's coaxing from her, as dangerous as they may be, are only helping to heat the moment up for him. He mimics Grell's movements, shifting his hips so he's grinding himself against her. The friction feels astoundingly good, so much so that William gets distracted from their kissing to focus on it. ]

[ The change of pace leaves her gasping, head lulling back so that she might dig a hand into her hair. ]

Mn-- Will... [ If they continue like this, she can see herself climaxing fairly quickly! ]

[ Luckily for her, William has no intention of stopping until they've both reached their pique. His breath is becoming more ragged with each grind, sweat quickly speckling his forehead and neck. ]

I...I love you, Grell..

[ Heavy-lidded, misty eyes drink in the sight of his features during all this. Her touch ventures to his hip, slipping beneath the fabric that's come untucked from his trousers, just wanting to be as close and intimate as possible. ]

I love you, too. [ Her voice is breathy and heated, drawling into another muttered repetition of those words. ] I love you--nn.

[ That hand soon withdraws to meet the other, wrapped about their cocks - upping the stimulation so so as they border so dangerously close. ]

[ The second hand pulls a shaky hiss from him and he shuts his eyes tight to keep his attention truly focused on the sensation. It's not much longer before he relents. Unable to keep his weight up any longer, he drops to his elbows, burying his face into Grell's neck with a deeper groan than he was hoping to make.

It's then that he realises they've make a terrible decision this evening. There's a heavy knock on the door, followed by an angry voice demanding to know what all the noise they're making in there is. William's breath suddenly halts, his eyes no longer having any issue with remaining open. ]

[ Ah. Just when her body had prepared to seize with pleasure, the unwelcome sound cause her body to jolt in an entirely different way - she jumps, chest painfully tight with panic.

Eyes dashing along the ceiling, she grasps onto her lover tightly... and just as quickly, she finds herself grounded. Just as much as she loves him, she knows that she would die before allowing any harm to come to him. ]

Will. [ Voice eerily steady as she whispers to him, she takes his shoulders. ]

We'll need to move together. While I open the door, you pull him inside and silence him. If there's more than one, dash behind me and grab the oil lamp.

[ Once he's up, she's already buttoning her trousers and rolling across the bed for her sword. ]

[ Likewise, William wants no harm to come to his lady. What would all his efforts have been for if he allows these men to try her for their own ignorant ideals?

He gives her a stern nod, hoping to reassure her despite her sudden calm demeanor. In truth, he's unsure how he'll silence the man. His shirt is hastily buttoned, as are his trousers. He's certain it's the most disheveled he's ever looked, but that's hardly important, at the moment.

Swallowing hard, he opens the door, quickly grabbing the man by his tunic and forcing him hard against the wall. As one arm pins him in place, the other hand clamps over his mouth, causing muffled shouts as the man flails. This certainly isn't enough, but it should give Grell a spot of time to grab what she needs and move. ]