Completed [The Amphitheater] Mingling In (Rinya)

[Jorin Ertihan]

Season of Fall, Day 63, 513 AV

Jorin easily allowed Rinya to push him to rest on his knees. Theirs was a dynamic relationship, each one of them taking the reins whenever they felt the need, and the other acquiescing like the steps of a complex dance they both knew by heart. It was clear to Jorin, even though his rational mind was becoming cloudier by the moment, that she wanted to take control, and he was more than willing to let her.

It was an interesting feeling, letting go. Jorin would've thought he'd be used to it by now but each time it brought new thrill as he felt her hands touch his skin, followed by her lips as she returned his favor and planted small kisses on him. His own hand had slipped from her chest but he made sure to trail his fingers back up to it, and his other was on her waist, trying to pull her closer to him.

Rinya's other hand trailed down his shoulder until it reached his stomach, and seemingly stopped there for the moment as he continued to kiss him along his neck, up to his ear. When she nipped him, Jorin gasped, his body automatically reacting to the act like it usually did, his hand instinctively squeezing Rinya's breast as he felt a jolt surge through him. It was the beach all over again, and Jorin felt a wave of joy knowing that she remembered how much this affected him.

Rinya seemed to be hesitating, however, and said his name in his ear, followed by a small nip on his lobe and her fingers dipped down and closed around him. Regardless of whatever Jorin's mind and heart were saying, his body certainly reacted instantly to his mate's touch. He'd never felt such a surge of pleasure before, and for a moment it blanked out all other thought, and he barely caught her next words.

"I'm yours..."

The murmured words against his neck echoed through his mind and he recalled back to the party, what he'd said to the stupid petching kid before he had the gall to lock lips with Rinya.

"Because she's mine."

At the time he hadn't known where such words had come from, but at this moment he realized that he, rather selfishly, wanted Rinya all to himself. He didn't want any other man touching her, kissing her, having her. It was perhaps not the prettiest part of himself; this jealous, possessive Jorin who wanted Rinya to be his and only his. But Jorin realized it was as much a part of himself as the actor who enjoyed the stage, and the lover who enjoyed his mate. And Rinya had indicated she wasn't interested in sharing him either, so in this they were equal.

"R-Rinya... ooooh..." Jorin moaned, the motion of her hand making it very difficult for him to put thought together. What was it he wanted to say? Trying to concentrate despite the intense surges of pleasure blossoming where her hand was touching him, Jorin squeezed his eyes shut for a moment and tried again.

"I'm yours too, Rinya," he finally breathed. "We... you and me... we belong together. Meant to be." It was all his brain could afford to generate. There was more, of course. How he'd been so foolish before to forget the strength of their bond just because some kid couldn't keep his space, how much he appreciated the sacrifice she made to bring him back from the brink. But right now her actions was robbing him of thought and all he had was his emotions.

So instead of saying any of these things, he decided to take some action of his own. His hand went from Rinya's breast, trailing up her lovely shoulders and collarbone to her neck. He gently pried her from his own neck and found her face, and then dove in with a kiss, even while she grasped him. The action was fiery, almost desperate with his need. He wanted to feel all of it, and thus far their kisses had always had that effect, surging emotions and feelings through him like electricity.

Rinya's hand was sending waves of pleasure through him and he wanted to return the favor, so he sent his other hand from her back, trailing around her hips to pause briefly at her stomach. Jorin enjoyed the soft, silky skin, cool in the night air but warming quickly due to their activities, before he reached lower. He remembered the first time they'd made love, and he'd memorized where his fingers needed to be. He just hoped that his fingers remembered. Because without the light to help him only touch - and Rinya's reaction - would tell him if he'd succeeded.

[Rinya]

Day 63, Season Fall, 513 AV

It would hard for Rinya not to have a slight swell of pride as Jorin reacted to her nipping his neck. He had enjoyed it before, but she hadn’t actually had the time to test it again since the beach. She was glad to see it still had the same effect as before. He even seemed to feel the same. Jorin however refused to really allow any distance between them, keeping his hand pressed against her breast. But it was her exploring that caused her the most pleasure—of a different sort.

She wasn’t sure if she had been trying to distract him with words as she touched him, but the jolts of pleasure coming from the bond told her she had done something right. He stuttered over her name in a moan and Rinya couldn’t help but grin against his neck. After several ticks he seemed to gather himself up enough to finally get his choice words out. Rinya just hummed in agreement and continued to kiss along his neck. She wasn’t sure if ‘meant to be’ was the right phrase—but Jorin was the more romantic of the two of them. Technically for her, he was her second bondmate. However that didn’t mean she would have fallen in love with Nickolas. If things had flowed even with her being bonded to someone else Rinya was certain she would have felt the same about Jorin.

So perhaps in some ways he was right. It just would have been harder—being bonded to one person and in love with someone else. She was glad she was thoroughly enough distracted that she couldn’t think of the rest of the what ifs if she continued down that road. Like if she had been still bonded to Nickolas—she might not have even met Jorin. Her mate finally decided it was time to fight back however. She almost told him no as he pried her away from his neck—she liked it there and the gasping noises he made every time she nipped at his skin. But Jorin just kissed her with enough need to make her stomach clench again.

The kiss itself didn’t last long. While Rinya had been so focused on memorizing her own mate, she hadn’t even felt his fingers moving across her skin for once. Rinya was having a hard time keeping up with the kiss being both distracted and nearly out of breath as it was. But it hit her like a lightning bolt—just like it always did. In the very least Rinya wasn’t so surprised by the feeling anymore. It was one of the feelings that she only let Jorin bring out of her. When he found what he was looking for she had to rip her mouth from his though and her head fall back, letting out a strained moan that she was obviously trying to suppress.

Breathing harshly, Rinya tried to gain her own thoughts back before he broke her apart completely. Even her hand had stilled from touching him. But she was incredibly torn. She wanted to explore her mate, but it was difficult when he was trying to rob her of everything and cause her to go senseless. In some ways she was tempted to shove his hand away. He would let her—she would guess. Probably afraid that he was pushing something she didn’t want on her. And she didn’t want him feeling like that. But forming words was difficult too. So she reached down to grasp his hand, keeping his hand still but she didn’t try to remove him from her either.

”Jorin I…” She swallowed hard and tried to think of the words to explain it to him. If he insisted, she wouldn’t fight him—it would be stupid to—but her fingers gently squeezed him and she leaned forward to rest her forehead against his shoulder. She was still incredibly sensitive both physically and mentally, and in some ways she felt like she was going in circles. She wanted him so badly it burned through her entire being. So in an attempt to regain something like control—but really nothing like it at all—she pressed herself up against him as much possibly could, finding his neck again in the dark and nipping at him again as she let her hand move over him again.

This was a different battle of wills. A game they played quite a bit, but never to this extent. She had given in before, and she wanted to know how long it would take before he caved as well.

[Jorin Ertihan]

Season of Fall, Day 63, 513 AV

Rinya's response to his touch was both gratifying and immediate. Jorin closed his eyes, the better to feel her surge of pleasure rocket through his own body as though it was his own, and he loved making her feel that way. Even though her own hand stopped moving to him it didn't matter. Rinya's pleasure washed over and permeated him, the bond allowing it to leak on through to him and he couldn't stop the blissful smile from spreading across his face.

Rinya's moan sounded strained, as though she was trying to hold it back, and for a moment Jorin couldn't understand why. He was so caught up in the moment that he'd completely forgotten where they were. He was actually quite impressed that his mate actually had the presence of mind to try to control her voice, although despite her best efforts her sounds of pleasure was still quite audible in the relative silence of the night. Jorin, for his part, didn't care; he was simply ecstatic that he could make her feel this way.

Rinya reached down to grasp his and and for a moment Jorin froze. Had he gone too far? But she'd never stopped him from pleasuring her before. In fact she'd always encouraged it, moved her hips to allow him better access, all but willing him to continue. And he was all too willing to comply. So why the change this time? Was it because of what happened? But she didn't pull his hand away, just arrested its movement, while her breath came out in harsh gasps.

”Jorin I…” He could feel that Rinya was sensitive. Even without the bond it seemed so very obvious, and her want was racing across their bond like wildfire, mixing with his own, a roaring inferno that could not be put out. Truthfully, he just wanted to show Rinya how much he loved her. And while he knew that coupling wasn't the only way to do it, he couldn't think of a more intimate way to express his love than this.

When Rinya pressed against him, his free arm, the one she hadn't grasped, automatically went around her shoulders and onto her back. Rinya was covered in a light sheen of sweat, and so was he, but for some reason that just made the whole thing seem even more sensual. She attacked his neck again, nibbling at the skin and Jorin could help gasping. She really did love to do that, and this time Jorin really couldn't find it in him to stop her.

Her hand had begun to move again and Jorin's mind was starting to reel. It was so hard to keep coherent thought going when the waves of pleasure just crashed against his psyche like tidal waves, smashing through the feeble defenses that existed there. He never put up any barriers between himself and Rinya. Not physical, not emotional, not mental. Their relationship was one of mutual trust, and just as she trusted him completely, so did he trust her.

But there were, on occasion, barriers of propriety and good breeding. Set up over years of being raised by Rosik to think rationally, to see things from all angles and never, ever, break the rules of society. And while Kari was hardly what one would call a sticker for the rules, she had taught Jorin to be "proper". It was, after all, what was expected of the son of a mathematician. Dignity must be maintained.

As Rinya's hand continued to move, Jorin could feel the pleasure just grow and grow. It was incredible, what Rinya was doing, and if he hadn't known better he would've sworn they had been doing this for years. He knew, somewhere in his mind, that it didn't actually matter where Rinya touched him, or how she touched him. As long as it was Rinya, there would be pleasure, because it was her doing it. Still, the feeling of her hand on him was undeniable.

"Rinya..." he called, a breathy moan that really carried with it all that he was feeling. Her nips on his neck was sending shivers all the way down his spine, in tune with her hand. He wondered how long he could last before he cracked completely.

Deciding that turnabout was fair play, Jorin started moving his own hand again, despite Rinya's hand on it. It was almost an unconscious act, like his hand was a foreign object he was manipulating from a distance. If he was going to break apart he wanted his mate to do it with him.

He wanted them both to feel the same pleasure wash over them, riding the same wave. He knew she wanted to pleasure him, hence why she stopped his hand, but he figured she wouldn't mind. Surely she wouldn't mind? Regardless, it was too late, Jorin couldn't stop himself even if he'd wanted to.

[Rinya]

Day 63, Season Fall, 513 AV

Jorin had reacted exactly as she thought he would. He froze even at her gentle attempt at stopping his ministrations. Luckily for her just the two little words seemed enough to get him to relax just a little. But there was the feeling almost as though he was torn. If she had to take a guess he didn’t want to stop touching her, but he didn’t want to press the issue either. With his hand stilled however it made it easier to think. Well to a certain extent anyways. Besides the raging desire and passion clouding her mind, the sounds he had resumed making frayed at what little control she was clinging to.

The feelings crossing the bond had her quite literally shaking with effort to continue her own attentions and not cave into him. She wanted to prove to him once and for all that he was all that mattered to her. That she didn’t do any of this just because it felt good. While she understood that Jorin knew she loved him, this was about connecting with him. Making him believe that under no terms did she not trust him—even when she was more open to him now more than ever. She let him take everything from her, only because he didn’t want it. Just her. Even in the darkest moments all he wanted was her. He wouldn’t have chased after any other female in an attempt to regain control of himself.

If she had a different upbringing then she might have cared where they were. Or the fact that someone could hear them. They were constantly moaning the other’s name like a prayer—which oddly fit the situation. Jorin himself seemed to be having a hard time concentrating at all however. Every move she made caused a reaction out of him and it drove her to try harder. Jorin—like always—had other things in mind. After one particular moan that sent a shudder throughout her, she suddenly remembered that his hand was still resting between her legs.

And by remembered, it was the familiar jolt of him moving. There had been a reason why she hadn’t wanted him to touch her however. Being so willing and open to Jorin left her incapable of saying no at all. If he ever wanted something from her, this would have been the moment to ask. Rinya would have agreed to anything her mate requested of her without a second thought—much less a first one. But she could not focus on both tasks at once. It was one or the other and it felt selfish to allow him to continue. It was only a few ticks but that was all it took for Rinya to lose her mind in his touch. She went from the craving to pleasing him first to craving his touch period. She immediately released her hold of him as the feeling rocked through her.

The angle however was uncomfortable, and she pulled her hips away just enough until she could settle her knees on either side of his without breaking contact with his hand. She was desperate to ignore the shaking in her limbs so she wrapped her free arm under his and latched onto his shoulder from behind. The entire motion simply pressed her as close as possible to him and if he hadn’t been trying to shatter her mind she would have enjoyed the fire that spread across her skin. The hand that had been holding him still didn’t release his, but much like her hold on his shoulder her grip was firm. Using him as an anchor.

Leaning forward, she let her forehead rest against his. She would have kissed him, but she couldn’t even catch her breath. She was desperate to break because of him. Her hips moved against his hand of their own accord and if she could have put together some kind of rational thought she would have sworn she was trying to run a race. And it certainly didn’t take long to make it to the end. Her grip on his shoulder hardened and her head fell back once again. And this time she didn’t have the mentality to keep herself quiet. ”J-Jorin!” His name stuttered was the only thing she could moan out loud as she shattered intensely. Nothing mattered but him in that moment, and everything he made her feel.

[Jorin Ertihan]

Season of Fall, Day 63, 513 AV

It was such a familiar feeling, fiery and hot and full of need, that shot through the bond and filled Jorin's insides when he touched Rinya. Familiar... and very welcome. Jorin was always happy to know he could bring this out of his mate, this intensity that he'd never felt across the bond when she was with anyone else. That was one of the things that told him how strongly tied to each other they really were.

It wasn't just pleasure, but love, and joy, and happiness, and yes, even sometimes anger and jealousy. Every emotion they shared with each other was intense. And Jorin was absolutely convinced that it should be, even as he continued to move his hand. Rinya had released him as the surge of feeling clearly clouded her mind, making her unable to concentrate on what she was doing.

It didn't matter to Jorin whether it was her pleasuring him, or him pleasuring her; in the end he derived the same joy in knowing this was something Rinya only permitted him to do. A side of her only he was allowed to see. He treasured this fact like a precious jewel. Jorin had sensed that this time their lovemaking was different, like there truly were absolutely no barriers at all between them and they were as close to being one as it was possible for two separate people to be.

RInya had adjusted her position, swinging her hips so that her knees were on either side of his, while slipping her arm under his to grasp his shoulder, pulling herself close and Jorin had no problem slipping his own free arm under hers to press against her back, pushing her to be even closer. He loved this sort of proximity, skin touching skin and he could feel their combined heat through the intimate contact and it was driving him wild.

Rinya leaned forward to rest her forehead against his as her breath quickened, and Jorin could feel her press her hips against his hand. She was close to shattering, he could feel it, and he shut his eyes so he could feel it with her. And then all of a sudden it came, with a stuttered cry of his name he could feel Rinya's crescendo, the feelings that came with it crashing over him through the bond and sending shudders throughout his body. Oh, how much he loved feeling this.

Jorin knew his mate would be quite sensitive after shattering like that, so he was careful to be delicate with her. Not like she was a porcelain bowl; he knew Rinya was strong and could handle it. But he wanted her to feel him when they joined, and as much as he loved to drive her senseless, he wanted Rinya to be there when they coupled.

Jorin gently laid her back down on the grass, the angles of their positions such that he was already in place. The darkness made it almost impossible to see, so Jorin used his hand that was already where he needed to be to guide him to her. The sounds that Rinya was sending surges of desire through him and he felt almost impatient as he entered her, like he hadn't joined with her for many years.

But Jorin made sure to keep his pace measured and steady. This wasn't just about him, and as he moved he tried to adjust his hips so that he would be pressing against the same place his fingers had been earlier. He didn't know if it would work, but he wanted to see if it might. As he did this he wrapped both arms underneath Rinya's, lifting her back slightly off the grass to press against her back, and he leaned down to embrace her to himself. He didn't like space between them, and now that they were conjoined as intimately as it was possible, he wanted more than ever to feel her skin against his.

[Rinya]

Day 63, Season Fall, 513 AV

There was several things that slowly started to filter into her mind as she came down from the high that Jorin insisted causing. One was that she absolutely loved that he couldn’t resist touching her even when she had tried to tell him no. This was one of the few times where his pushing paid off regardless. She may have loved the feelings that came with the high—the build up and the natural closeness that came with it, the ability to let go and trust him in every way—but he actually desired her more than his stubborn pride about making her do something she didn’t want to do. Sometimes pushing was a good thing.

But she couldn’t help but feel she failed in some ways as well. With her inability to tell him no she had failed completely in her own task. Jorin always made sure she was well taken care of before they went further. It had been her intention of making him come undone even if it meant skipping her own pleasure. She had finally gotten the courage up to touch him like she had wanted to since their first time—and she didn’t have the strength to see it through. Under normal circumstances she would have been highly disappointed in herself.

But Jorin wasn’t exactly leaving her time to over think her failure either. She was barely aware of her back meeting the grass again and that he was snuggly fit between her legs. It once again irritated her slightly that she couldn’t see him. With the high fading away, she wanted to see his face. The expressions that tended to cross his face when they joined were always tender—not that he didn’t often look at her like he loved her anyways. But it was a little different. More intimate and personal and open. And right now they were both so very open to the influence of the other. Even without being able to see his face there was an energy buzzing around them. Her heart barely slowed from its frantic beating, and she even though she was quite sated she was having a hard time laying still.

He was completely conscious of her as well. The hand that had been holding on for dear life on his shoulder had released him when he lowered her to the ground, but she let it drift up to his neck, stroking the skin gently as her other hand removed itself his own. Jorin didn’t hesitate to press into her and Rinya reveled at the feeling of being connected with him like this. But she was far more sensitive than usual. She sucked in a breathe sharply, biting down on her bottom lip. It wasn’t painful—it hadn’t been for quite some time—but it sent sparks across her entire being. The ache nearly roared back to life.

But even with needing him to push her back to the edge, she would have been fine with him just finding his own pleasure. There was always later, and she could have seen that a little more clearly if he wasn’t so determined. Like always. And apparently he wanted to experiment as well. She let out a small moan, caught between surprise and pleasure as he wrapped his arms underneath her, lifting her slightly as he shifted his hips. It actually took her a moment to realize just what he was trying to do though. So she helped the best she could. Tilting her hips and wrapping her legs back around his waist much like she had before.

”Gods Jorin…” She panted out in another moan as the quiet fire in her blood lit back up. And this time it was even harder to hold herself together. Because it wasn’t just her pleasure she was feeling, she could feel his across the bond. His pleasure and love. The hand at his neck moved so she could wrap her arm around his neck and her free hand fisted the grass beneath her. It took no time to having her squirming under him, doing her best to meet her hips to his. ”I love you.” The three little words she couldn’t help but repeat over and over, sometimes caught between his name.

[Jorin Ertihan]

Season of Fall, Day 63, 513 AV

Jorin was once again finding it difficult to think. It started off with an experiment, to see if he could bring Rinya to the same heights of pleasure while mating as he did with his hand, but as he continued to move he could feel control slipping away. He didn't want to just start moving wantonly; it wouldn't be pleasurable for Rinya and, more importantly, their joining would be over far too quickly for his liking. This wasn't something to be rushed, after all, feelings like this were better when they lasted.

Every time he moved his hips, Jorin could feel the waves of both their pleasure crash into him, and when she wrapped her legs around him and adjusted her hips to try to help, he leaned into her, trying to see if the could get just the right position, as he continued to move. Rinya's moaning of his name was a catalyst for him; he now felt the need to drive her to the edge. Gritting his teeth, Jorin kept trying, each movement of his hips at a different speed and angle, looking for that magical one that would produce the effect he was looking for.

When Rinya wrapped her arm around his neck, Jorin pressed in closer, lowering his head to the crook of her neck and breathing in her scent as they continued to mate. It was an intoxicating smell, and even though he smelled it often it never failed to produce the same effect in him. He could feel his mate squirming beneath him, her voice now no longer quiet as she shouted out her love for him in between gasps of his name. Jorin found he really could not keep quiet either, grunting her name between moans of pleasure and joy.

Jorin's hands on Rinya's back roamed the soft silky flesh almost erratically, and Jorin crushed Rinya's chest to his as he licked the skin just beneath her ear, her skin tasting as silky-smooth as ever, with a slight twinge of saltiness from the sweat that was gathering on both their bodies. Jorin's mind was no longer really in control anymore as he was beginning to give himself over to the feelings Rinya was producing in him, his movements becoming quicker but no less steady.

Jorin could feel the want and desire from his mate mixing with his, and he was hoping to also feel the familiar inferno heat that his fingers were able to produce before. Every time his hips joined hers, he searched the bond for it, even as the feeling of their mating was threatening to break him apart. It wasn't really just about the pleasure, it was about knowing that he had done this right, that he had done for her what she was doing for him.

He wanted her to know that he always thought of her first, because she was just that important to him. There was no one else in the world he'd ever put before her. This was just one way he tried to show her that, but it was in his opinion an important one. And it wasn't that he wasn't deriving pleasure from their mating, either, as waves of it was smashing against his psyche with every single movement of both their hips. But this time, at least, unlike their very first awkward joining, he had sufficient presence of mind to pace himself, and be contentious of his partner as well as himself.

The darkness did not really bother Jorin; he wanted to see Rinya's face of course, and he always enjoyed the sight of what he thought to be the most sensual body to have ever existed. But this sort of love-making was exciting in its own way; the darkness hiding everything and forcing him to rely on the other four senses as well as their bond in order to get a sense of how his mate was feeling.

And it made him more sensitive, too, or at least he swore it did. Because he couldn't rely on sight anymore, he found he could appreciate the other things about his mate's body that he perhaps took for granted, such as the feel and taste of her skin, the smell of her filling his nostrils, or just the utter pleasure of their joining, surging across their bond. It was something he'd never experienced, even despite the fact that they'd mated at least a half dozen times. But each time, it seemed, brought something new.

Jorin began moaning Rinya's name, interspersed with a repetition of what Rinya was telling him. "I love you too..." he groaned, and their cries were echoing across the area. If he was capable of producing rational thought, Jorin would realize that if the folks over at the Amphitheater didn't know what they were doing before, they sure as petch know it now. But he wasn't, and honestly if someone had told him at that moment, despite his upbringing he would have honestly said he didn't care.

[Rinya]

Day 63, Season Fall, 513 AV

Jorin leaned forward as her legs hooked around his waist. And with it came several emotions tumbling with it. There had been need before, but this felt different, but she had no idea what for. It twisted around the rest of the emotions coming from him. But it was the simple act of Jorin being pulled even closer that she felt it. There had always been pleasure when she was joined with Jorin like this, but she had never come apart like she did when he used his hand. Between the grip of his arms and how tightly she held onto him with her legs, Jorin managed to hit the same spot his fingers did.

It robbed her completely of thought or ability. It spread pleasure across her entire body, and the fact Jorin couldn’t keep quiet anymore than she could just added to the sensations wracking her body. The touch of his hands sliding across her back in no particular pattern, the heat from his tongue lapping at her skin—his increased tempo from his hips made it impossible to focus past the friction between them. It was a different kind of torture that she could have lived in forever with him, but she knew already from experience that it wasn’t going to last forever.

If she had known what he was thinking however she would have tried harder. Harder to keep control of herself, harder to make sure he was just as encompassed as she was. Rinya knew he felt it, behind the determination and need to satisfy her. The same need to just let go. His voice alone kept her grounded at least, every time he moaned her name or grunted in pleasure. It was the one thing that reminded her physically beyond the bond that he was right there with her the whole way. It was something in the future she would have to try and remember, instead of getting lost in his need to make her break apart.

She wanted to drive him as wild as he did to her. But she couldn’t hold out any longer. There was too much flowing between them and through her that she couldn’t maintain control if she wanted. Jorin was holding out for something and she didn’t need a second thought to guess what for. As much as she wanted him to lose control first, their mating was too intense to deny even a second time. Her back would have arched further if he didn’t already have an iron grip on her. It was only a moment’s forethought that she released his neck with her arm and let her hand grip the ground to mirror the other to keep herself from gripping him too hard.

But she surged forward using her hands to push her up; pressing her mouth to his despite the fact that she could barely catch her breath already. Though in reality it wasn’t much of a kiss, as she moaned desperately against his lips until she broke apart for a second time. Rinya herself wasn’t entirely sure if it was just succession, or if they were so intimately joined as she came undone again, but it was more intense than the first—and if it at all possible far more fulfilling. That having him so close in so many ways just made the entire experience different and new.

She was glad however that Jorin had a firm grip on her. She felt the beginning of exhaustion starting to creep into her muscles, and she could do little but lie across the ground and try to gather her senses. The haze her mind had fallen into made it hard to even feel him completely across the bond. There was still pleasure—partly from her still receiving him—but mostly from him. Her hands released the ground in favor for his shoulders again. She let her mouth move from his right back to his neck again, intent on pushing him over this time. ”Petch it all Jorin let go!” He might have taken the sentence to literally if her voice hadn’t come out in a whine. One that was still tinted with want and need, just of a different kind. She needed him to feel the same way she just had. Complete and whole—loved in every sense of the word.

[Jorin Ertihan]

Season of Fall, Day 63, 513 AV

Jorin could feel it immediately. During one of his movements he could feel Rinya's pleasure surge through the bond like fire, consuming everything in its path. He almost couldn't concentrate himself, the sensation was so intense. And it felt different, somehow, to be making her feel this way, possibly because it was mingling with his own pleasure. It was like every part of himself had become incredibly sensitive all of a sudden as each movement of his hips brought a new shudder of pleasure from his mate.

Jorin tried desperately to remember how this was, where Rinya's body was in relation to his own. Just like he remembered with his fingers, he need to now remember with the rest of his body. But his own mind was becoming increasingly clouded and if he'd been rational Jorin would seriously wonder if he remembered anything at all or if he was simply saying he should remember but in actuality just kept going. Probably the latter.

Jorin could feel desire and need pouring out from Rinya and it drove him to try even harder, his hands now firmly placed on her back as he moved his hips to meet hers. He could feel the building tension not just from her but from himself and he knew that if he kept going like this he was not going to last much longer. He'd never made love to her like this before, however, but he was glad he could generate such powerful sensations in his mate.

Truthfully, his goal was to break apart with her. But that goal was like a fuzzy light at the end of a very long tunnel. Really at this point much of his thinking was completely wiped out and his head was filled with nothing but the feelings and sensations that their joining was producing. Rinya's cries of ecstasy were filling the air, and Jorin joined her, his shouts mingling with her moans in their own private symphony.

When Rinya released his shoulder to grip the ground with both hands, pushing up against him, Jorin was barely there at all, he was so lost in the sensations. But he groaned when Rinya pressed her lips against his, the kiss was so wild and intense it really wasn't a kiss at all as she moaned against him. Jorin could feel her break apart, the sensation blasting across the bond and robbing him of breath.

Rinya had collapsed back against the grass, and Jorin leaned forward to make sure that the contact between their bodies was not broken. His hips were now moving at a feverish pace; Jorin no longer able to stop himself as he grunted each time his hips met Rinya's. He didn't know how long it took but Rinya seemed to have recovered slightly when she moved her mouth from his back to his neck, her arms coming up from the ground to grip his shoulders.

"Petch it Jorin let go!" Rinya's cry, filled with her desire and need, but of a different nature, cut through the fog and triggered something in Jorin. He wasn't quite sure what, but somehow the fact that she'd used a curse - something he'd never heard her do before - and the sensations that their coupling was producing, sent him over the edge. Jorin could not help but cry out Rinya's name, and he could feel every muscle in his body tense as intense pleasure surged through him. It seemed like it would last forever.

Jorin had never broken apart like that before. Every time he'd coupled with Rinya it had been incredibly pleasurable, but he'd never felt it like this. It was a new experience, and Jorin knew that he had to remember how he was able to make her break apart during their mating. This was too precious, too momentous an experience for it to be a one-time thing.

Nonetheless, Jorin could barely think or really even breathe as he collapsed on top of his mate. He could still feel aftershocks of the pleasure of their lovemaking surging through his body, and the pleasant warmth of Rinya's body beneath him was so satisfying he just wanted to lay there with her all night, even though the logical part of his mind was all but screaming at him that it was an awful idea.

"Thank you, Rinya," Jorin whispered into her ear, this time not so much because he knew how it would affect her, although he did, but mainly because the exhaustion in his muscles catching up with him meant he wasn't sure he could move his body, and his face just happened to be near her ear.

"Thank you for pulling me back from the brink, for letting me take this from you. For everything... you're amazing."

For a few more moments, Jorin just lay there on top of his mate, trying to catch his breath and attempting to still his still rapidly beating heart. After a little while, he wrapped his tired arms around Rinya, and rolled them to the side so that they were cuddled together, drawing her in so that she was flush against him but not supporting all his weight. After holding her like this for a bit, Jorin started to chuckle.

"Oh gods, my father could never find out about this," he guffawed. "He would be so livid, you can't even imagine!"

Jorin grinned widely, and even if Rinya couldn't see it she could probably hear it in his voice and feel his mirth through the bond. But Jorin could not find a single thing to regret about this night. Sure, the kid managed to snag a kiss from Rinya. And that definitely did not make Jorin happy. But in the end, the kid was not the one laying next to Rinya here in the grass, having made her come apart, and coming apart himself. And he wasn't the one she was going to go home with once they'd regained enough of their senses and mobility.

"I love you, Rinya. More than words can express..."

But perhaps his actions tonight did, or so he hoped.

[Rinya]

Day 63, Season Fall, 513 AV

Rinya hadn’t quite expected her words to work as well as they did. The sharp jolt of pleasure he was feeling made her head swim, and she let herself drop back to the ground with a satisfied groan. Her muscles twitched slightly beneath her skin and her chest heaved in an attempt to catch her breath. Jorin joined her shortly after, falling across the top of her breathing even more harshly than she was. Letting her legs slip from his waist, she pressed her knees into his side and wrapped her arms loosely around his neck, holding him to her almost as though she was afraid he might disappear.

But that wasn’t a fear she was feeling right now. She was content with remaining exactly where they were for as long as possible. He was so warm and completely the center of her attention for the moment. Not even the fact they might be discovered wasn't an issue. She let her fingers drift over his skin with no discernible pattern as she nuzzled her nose into the crook of his neck. His whispered gratitude—as always—caused her to shiver, though her muscles wanted to protest even that amount of movement. Rinya considered for a moment that getting home was going to take her a long time.

"Thank you for pulling me back from the brink, for letting me take this from you. For everything... you're amazing."

It was tempting to pull a snarky comment from his words. Or deny them all together. But with their intimate position and release of emotions—it just didn’t seem right. Like trying to hide behind words after everything they had just done. She didn’t want to rebuild any sort of barriers between them. Eventually yes the sarcasm would probably return, but she wanted the shift between them to remain. More than anything. So instead she took a deep breath and shook her head against his skin.

”I’m not amazing Jorin. I just wanted you to understand…There will always be a difference between you and everyone else. Besides I don’t think you realize that you gave me more than you took.” In more ways than one. She pulled her arms back from his neck as he finally rolled from atop her to the side. She hooked and pressed her body to his with practiced eased and she let her face rest on his shoulder. Without the energy between them pressing her forward, she realized just how exhausted she really was.

Jorin laughed as he mentioned his father being livid over their actions and while she knew what they had just done and where was not proper, she couldn’t quite understand it. If Jorin had been brought up to not behave such a way—she really must prove to be one large distraction. She grinned against his skin and let out a gentle snort. ”Nothing like breaking the rules.” She mused lightly. ”I love you Jorin. I would do anything to make you happy.” She figured it was better not to tell him she would have coupled with him even in his rage induced mind. The 'anything' of her comment could be left up to his imagination for now.

But the fall breeze caused her to shudder against him slightly. The sweat between the two of them was beginning to cool their bodies and it was getting later in the season. With the sun down and no friction between the two of them she realized it was actually a little on the cold side. Grumbling under her breath she lifted her head, trying to spy her clothing across the ground. And got nothing. ”I certainly hope you can see better than I can because if we both walk home naked there is no excuse in the world to save us.” Rinya reached down, trying to find some semblance of clothing beneath her fingers.

Even with the need to find her clothing, Rinya wasn’t in any hurry. Not right now. They’d dress and make their way home and hopefully sleep for a week straight. And she could actually remember this night as a special one instead of the night a drunk understudy stole a kiss from her and nearly pushed Jorin to a breaking point. So she let herself enjoy the quietness of the night and Jorin’s presence beside her.