TW: Smu~t

Title: ~Your Cape?~

“Oh, Rythian,” Nano’s sing-song voice calls, the petite woman trying her best at standing in a pose she thinks could be described as ‘sexy’ at the top of the stairs. She’d be in the mood for what feels like forever, yet Rythian just hadn’t taken any of her hints so she’d been forced to take drastic measures. Practically draped over her body was  Rythian’s spare cape that swamps Nano. She finds Rythian bent over a crafting table, so focused on what he is making he didn’t hear her.

“Rythian.” Nano tries again, impatience in her normally soft voice. The mage stands up straight, turning slowly until he sees his companion and his expression of confusion turns into a vaguely amused look of surprise. Gentle chuckles bubble through the air as he walks towards her, blue eyes flicking up and down the expanse of cape which in no way fits the small woman.

“Is that my cape?” Rythian’s chuckling soothes into a crooked smile, his hand absently coming up to take off his mask as he regards Nano before him. Putting on an exaggerated pout and crossing her arms over her chest, Nano frowns up at her brown haired friend and huffs. Bottom lip snaking between his teeth, Rythian bends and reaches out to place his hands on Nano’s waist.. “You know… you’d look much better without it,” Rythian’s voice takes on a huskier tone, and for a moment Nano finds herself too flustered by the way it sounds to react before stammering out a response.

“W-Well it’s funny you should say that ‘cause…” Cursing her fingers for trembling with anticipation as they come up to the buttons on the cape, Nano begins to undo the fastenings slowly - her dark eyes flicking up to meet Rythian’s whilst a blush peppers her cheeks. When the cape falls away to reveal pale ivory cupped in scarlet satin Rythian’s eyes widen, mouth dropping open slightly when the coat is undone even more and flutters to the floor in a soft thump. Unable to stop himself the mage is tentative as he reaches out to the silky expanse of Nano’s stomach, settling at her hips and brushing his thumbs below her belly button to just graze the crimson waistband below them. Nano’s skin is so soft, her belly trembling slightly as she takes in a shaky breath and Rythian’s eyes find hers once more - the dark gemstones flickering with emotion. Without warning and without difficulty Rythian picks Nano up, smirking at her small yelp of surprise and turning her so that her back is against the dark seared bricks of the smeltery. Nano doesn’t even have to think before her legs are around Rythian’s waist, her dainty hands entangling in the mess of brown hair at the back of his head.

“You’re so beautiful.” Rythian’s usually soft tones become breathy with awe as his eyes drop from the dark waterfall of hair that frames Nano’s face to the wonder of pale skin and deep underwear and back up again as he leans forward and, with the hard thudding of his heart urging him on like a battle drum, kisses her. Nano’s sigh of contentment is muffled by his mouth, her eyes closing happily as her fingers tighten and weave in his hair.. She can feel the rough of his stubble against her, the press of his work-callused fingers on her hips, and the bulk of his own midriff pinning her in place against the basalt-like harshness of the smeltery. Rythian’s mouth is so very warm and soft against hers, and when he moans softly and brushes his hips forward so is the shape of his arousal between her legs. A small whimper parts her lips, allows for their tongues to dash against one another briefly before Rythian is pulling back, is brushing his nose against hers.

“N-Nano, can I- I want to taste you,” The words are rough with Rythian’s arousal, and it takes a moment for them to process through the heat-clouded fog of Nano’s mind before she nods with a quiet noise of consent. Rythian backs away just enough to gently place Nano back on the ground, her fingers slipping easily from his hair to fall against the rough bricks behind her as he kneels and looks up at her from his new height. Regarding him with wanton eyes, her chest rising and falling heavily in her eyeline, Nano bites her lip to withhold a gasp as Rythian leans forward and presses a light kiss to her hip, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her knickers and beginning to pull them down. As Nano’s own hands curl against the surface behind her, Rythian’s skim over her thighs which tremble when dainty kisses are pressed in his wake.

The process of stepping out of her underwear makes Nano impatient, muttering Rythian’s name as he takes his time in stroking his hands languidly up her thighs and making him smirk smugly up at her. “Just admiring the view,” Is his cheeky response to her flustered anticipation, choosing the right moment of her opening her mouth to speak to lean forward and flick his tongue over her clit. Instead of words a loud moan tumbles over Nano’s lips, her hand immediately coming up to muffle it. Glaring down at her partner, Nano removes her hand to hiss a curse at Rythian, just before his fingers stroke slowly along the seam of her arousal, coming away already slick. A shaky moan bubbles from within Nano, her head tilting back in pleasure and making her hair a chocolate smudge on the smeltery around her. Dipping his head forward once again Rythian cups his tongue over Nano’s clit, rubbing over the nub and teasing small moans from his raven-haired friend whilst his fingers make light work of sliding inside of her entrance. The taste and scent of her makes Rythian dizzy with want, over aware of both the enticing noises erupting from Nano’s body and the tightness of his trousers as his fingers increase their pace inside of her and his tongue traces rhythmical patterns on her most sensitive spot.

Nano’s fingers find their way to the soft tresses of Rythian’s hair, her hips writhing up to meet his touches and her knees growing week as the warmth of climax ebbs closer. His name is a breathy mantra on her tongue, her brow furrowed and cheek flushed with exertion until a final wash of pleasure arches her back and makes her cry out into the echoing warmth of the room. Rythian continues his motions until the twitching of Nano’s hips calms, her breathing coming soft and heavy, and he pulls away to stand, wiping his fingers on his cape. Immediately Nano’s hand is back in his hair, tugging him down into a deep kiss whilst the other goes straight to the front of his jeans, making him gasp against her lips as her hand palms the bulge of his arousal. Impatiently bucking his hips against her touch as she undoes his fly and pushes his boxers down, Rythian’s hands are quick to pull Nano up by the thighs - pinning her once more against the smeltery and entering her with ease.

“Fu-Fuck, Rythian!” Nano exclaims as she feels him inside of her, her arms encircling his shoulders and pulling him close as he pauses; mouth hot at the crook of her neck suppressing his moan. Seconds feel like hours before the mage thrusts forwards and up, making Nano’s toes turl at his back as he repeats the action with a deep growl of pleasure. The scent of her shampoo mingles with the taste of her skin, with the completely and utterly wonderful feeling of her hot around him, of her moaning beneath him. Rythian’s fingers are bruisingly tight on Nano’s thighs, but the overwhelming feel of his shallow thrusts in and out of her completely distract from this; her moans high and short in his ear as her hands pull at his hair and tighten in the collar of his cape. The sounds of their sex bounce around the walls of their basement, ringing out with expletives and throaty moans alongside each other’s names. A few long, hard thrusts cause Nano to yell out as Rythian shifts to find her mouth, kissing her hard as he comes seeing stars and holding her tight, holding her close. Riding out the last of his orgasm Rythian pulls out of Nano, once more carefully setting her back down before tucking himself back into his trousers and looking at his female friend feeling as satisfied and utterly dishevelled as she is.

Wincing at the feel of her back as she steps away from the smeltery to retrieve her underwear, Nano absently rubs at where Rythian’s fingers had dug into her thighs. When she looks at the exhausted expression on her friends face she merely rolls her eyes before speaking.

“If I have bruises tomorrow you’re going down, mister.” The choice of her words makes Rythian raise an eyebrow, and when Nano picks up on the double entendre in her utterance her eyes widen comically and she flounders in frustration, pulling her underwear back on in agitation whilst Rythian chuckles to himself from the floor.