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"Kaisa. My name is Kaisa, Laylan." Because, you know, Kaisa is in fact a mature adult who does mature adult things like get mad at name mistakes and react by messing up their name. But she didn't seem entirely angry, just ruffled, arms crossed and raising an eyebrow at him. She, for one, was pretty used to moving this fast--sometimes faster, if someone had caught her eye and she'd be leaving soon. The life of a roaming Grey Warden. Ruining daughters, etc etc.

Fair enough, he deserved that. He let it pass without comment. "Kaisa. I'm sorry." He stepped closer, giving her his best smalls-dropping smile, and reached out as if to touch her, but his hands hovered over her arms. He wouldn't without permission. "Let me make it up to you, eh?"

She arched a brow at him, tapping her chin thoughtfully. But it wasn't much of a debate--he's pretty cute, after all. And that smile is pretty charming. So she nods, and moves to close the distance between them again, resting a hand lazily on his hip. "Well, I suppose it couldn't hurt t' let your mouth get you back outta trouble." And she gave his neck a quick peck, before whispering in his ear. "And I think you'd look damn cute between my thighs."

"Precisely what I was thinking," he agreed, and he turned, guiding her along with until the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed. He knelt down before she could sit, glancing up at her with a little smirk as he got her pants undone. The plan was to get them down below her knees, then have her sit so he could get the boots and then get them off. He had long experience; this was the smoothest way to do it.

If anyone knows how to get clothes off quickly, Kaisa figures, it's probably a circle mage. Although they had the convenience of robes in the circles--but still. She lets him unbutton her pants, and sits when prompted, leaning back to watch him. She makes no moves to actually contribute, but does reach to run her fingers through his hair.

"Good job," A smirk is playing across her face as she murmurs, fingers gripping his hair, just slightly. Even undressing can be a power play, if you do it right.

Raylan let his eyes close in contentment for the briefest moment as she ran her fingers through his hair, looking happy as a clam. He leaned forward, kissing the inside of her knee as he got her boots off without looking, one and then the other. He was trailing upward slowly, each kiss taking him a little bit closer, but he'd hardly covered a quarter of the distance by the time her pants were off and discarded.

"Ready?" he asked, and that was the only warning Kaisa got before Raylan hauled her forward, getting her ass to the edge of the bed and both of her legs up over his shoulders in one smooth move. He didn't waste any time now, burying his mouth against her and letting his tongue seek and explore. He had his arms wrapped around her thighs, lightly keeping her in place and putting his hands close enough that he could use them if he had to.

She's well and ready, and allows herself to be hauled and maneuvered. His tongue is met with a gentle gasp, the grip on his hair tightening, pulling him closer to her. Then she loosens her grip, letting her hand lazily pet his hair.

"You like this, don't you? Being on your knees. Right where you belong, isn't it?"

Oh, maker, she was going to talk him through it, wasn't she? He was weak to talk like that, it woke up some voice deep inside him -- yes, this is where you belong, this is what you deserve. It made his cock twitch inside his pants, and his mouth work a little harder, tongue pushing inside her as deep as he could get it while his thumb came down, pressing and rubbing just lightly on her clit.

Well. She gasps loudly at his burst of, ah. Enthusiasm. So, he liked that kind of talk, she took it. Well, she can certainly deliver. Between her shudders, she takes a tighter grip on his hair, leaning forward a little to hiss to him.

"You already know, huh? And you like it, like a good little slut." She pauses at that point, loosening her hold enough that Raylan can pull away and give a sign of dislike, if he's not feeling that kind of language.

No sign of dislike was forthcoming, and his only pause was the brief ones he was already taking, for an occasional breath of air, always keeping his fingers going when he had to do that. He seemed perfectly content to stay down here and lick away at her until she said otherwise, not caring what had brought her to his bed or why. She was here now, and he was completely focused on her.

She won't say otherwise, not for a while. It's a rhythm that's easy to get into, and she lets herself enjoy it for a while. Just focusing on the sensations and feelings, it's easy to ignore anything else. Any of the other emotions crowding in her head. And she stays like that, until that familiar sensation begins to build, spreading through her limbs with a delicious energy. One hand grips Raylan, the other balls into a fist, pressing into her lips as she comes. The fist muffles her loud gasps somewhat, in consideration of anyone else running around nearby. And a few moments later, she relaxes, scooting back to give Raylan some room.

"Damn, you are good with that mouth. Thank you."

He wiped his face off with a broad swipe of the hand, and grinned up at her. "Toldja it could get me outta trouble."

Raylan remained on his knees, still hard in his trousers but not feeling any particular urgency about it now. He was waiting for some signal whether Kaisa intended to go or stick around for awhile.

"You weren't lying." She scooted back towards the edge of the bed, eyes flicking over him, before returning to his face, hands plopping on her thighs. "So, you wanna trade places, or do you have anything else in mind?" Because she may not be the best at manners, but she's not a damn barbarian who walks out without even offering. Sounds like something an Orlesian would do, if you ask her.

Raylan shrugged. "Ain't all that urgent. I'm fine without, 'less you had some burnin' need." He wasn't dumb enough to turn down someone who really wanted to suck his dick, of course, but he wasn't interested enough for obligation blowjobs just because he was hard. "It'd take awhile, I'm not quick," he humblebragged, pretending it was a warning.

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