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[ Graduating from the reaper academy was nothing to brag about. Sure you gained some skills and were granted permission to customize your glasses and scythe, but beyond that, all that was in the newly trained reapers' future was tedious, unavoidable work encased within long nights of depression and regret. Unlike mortal graduations that were followed by celebration, reapers were informed of how they came to be, what was expected of them, should they wish to redeem themselves, and then shown their personal cinematic records. Forced to relive the pain of their mortal lives. To say it's a traumatic experience is a vast understatement.

William stands alone in his newly assigned, permanent flat. It's barely furnished, with just the essentials, no life or personality to be seen. All that's playing through his mind is his record. A horrific thing to rewatch, certainly, but somehow it was made more painful by a fear that had been newly established. He's suddenly feeling sick from the thoughts and has to exit the apartment to collect himself. Glancing up, he sees a brief flicker of bright red at the end of the hall, and before he can stop himself he's following after it. ]

Grell Sutcliffe?

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[ He nods, though it's probably hard to see given their position. Lifting a shaky leg over her torso, he carefully relocates himself at her side. ]

Thank you.

[ Grell rolls onto her side to face him, an arm tucked under her head-- and her expression drops for a split moment as she blinks. ]

Did you-- just thank me for making you cum?

[ William frowns in response. ]

For helping to keep my mind from wandering.

[ He gives her a frustrated smack to the top of her head. ]

[ Grell flinches under his hand with a yelp - of which a sharp and shaky breath follows, surely aroused - and she laughs! ]

Thank God.

[ Catching her breath, a hand brushes across her eyes before she looks at him again. ]

You're quite welcome.

[ He huffs, glaring at her while his hand slips back down between her legs. ]

I suppose it would be cruel of me to leave you as you are. Unless you find that more arousing.

[ That gets a heated sigh out of her, hands settling on William's shoulders. ]

Perhaps I would, but-- I rather enjoy your attention.

[ William starts with one hand, cupping her balls and kneading them gently. Then the other finds her shaft, slowly gliding up and down as he watches for her reaction. ]

I should hope so.

[ A gentle croon sounds from her throat, her hands gliding up his neck, and as she cup his jaw, her gaze follows the outline of his features, sweetend breaths spilling from her lips. ]

I hope to hear that you feel the same.

I am still here beside you. That should give you your answer.

[ Releasing her sack, William's now free hand pulls one of hers down below the sheets. He places it atop his own, hoping she'll guide his movements to her liking. ]

Yes, I know.

[ Grell does just that pacing him just right, adding the slightest twist to his wrist.

Her other hand slips behind the nape of his neck, and she nuzzles close, peering into William's eyes. Her voice is quiet, husky. ]

You sought me out-- had me stay. I know, but it is different to hear it.

[ He abliges her requests. Both in keeping pace and speaking the words she wants to hear. ]

It's odd, considering how different we are, but you are a comfort to me.

[ Grell's lashes fall when her breath quivers, very nearly close. She hums in approval, pausing to kiss him. ]

Perhaps-- [ A groan against his lips, as she takes another kiss. ] --we possess what the other lacks...

[ She hooks her leg over one of his, straddling his hip. Words seem to escape her, leaving only his name pouring from her tongue as she edges completion. ]

Compliments.

[ A brief statement of understanding, allowing her to reach her climax without distracting chatter. Thankfully, her eyes have closed in pleasure so she can't see the frown on his face as he thinks on how messy things have just gotten! ]

[ Grell's eyes remain closed for moment longer, her hands gliding into his hair once more, forehead rested against his. ]

Do you take me as one to give empty compliments?

[ Her voice redirects his thoughts - as does her fingers in his hair! ]

No. I simply meant we are compliments to one another.

[ Her lids flutter open, so that she may peer into his eyes. Her hum is a fond and vaguely amused one. ]

That I agree with.

[ William briefly distances himself from her, turning to find the tissue box on his nightstand. He wipes them clean, as best he can, handling her with surprisingly gentle care. ]

[ Grell rolls onto her back with a satisfied sigh, fingers resting across her lips while she watches him. His gentle touch gets an airy little croon out of her. ]

Was it like you'd thought it would be?

Honestly, I wasn't certain what to expect. Regardless, I obviously enjoyed myself.

[ The tissues are discarded and he joins Grell by her side, pulling the blankets back up around them. ]

[ The remark gets something of a snerk out of her, as she shifts to wrap her arms about him. ]

You'd never fantasized about how it might be, having another pleasure you?

[ That gets an irritated, and perhaps slightly embarrassed, huff from him. ]

Fantasizing and experiencing are two entirely different things. Especially in regards to that position you had us in.

[ Kissing him, she leaves an intrigued hum against his lips! ]

Oh, you flatter me~♡

[ He just grumps against her lips. ]

Fine. You answer your own question. Was it up to your expectations?

[ A grin! ]

Better. You were quick to catch on-- but not to cum. A pleasant surprise!

I seem to be good at catching you off guard.

[ His frown fades as he...flirts a bit?? ]