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Lauma usually runs rather cold — whether that be from her lack of clothing most days or her natural constitution — but pressed up against Nefer's back like this, she's radiating nothing but warmth. Her face is buried in the nape of Nefer's neck, brows furrowed and lips parted with quiet murmurs, and any on-looker would've assumed a bad dream at most, but Nefer knows better.
She's asleep when it first starts this particular time — it's not very difficult to fall into a slumber in Lauma's comforting hold. Lauma is shifting and shuffling in her sleep, however, more than she normally does, and when Nefer groggily opens her eyes half way, she can somewhat make the time out to be just past five in the morning. She knows Lauma wakes up at the crack of dawn to attend to her various duties but even this is a little too early for the Moonchanter.
There's sniffling, quiet whimpering and roaming hands and Nefer becomes slightly more awake as a hand clutches at her chest. Then the rocking of Lauma's hips becomes apparent, jerky back and forth motion that pushes Lauma's very evident erection against Nefer's ass and suddenly Nefer feels a lot warmer than she had just a second ago.
"Lauma…" she mumbles, hand heavy with sleep as she places it on Lauma's hip, grabbing at the silky fabric of her shorts. All she gets in response is a shaky breath against her neck and the tightening of her hold on Nefer. "Lauma–"
"Nef–" She is not awake. Nefer knows what Lauma sounds like when she's sleep-talking and this is definitely one of those occasions. "Hah– Nefer…"
Would it be cruel to let Lauma continue on like this? To fall back asleep and wake up to Lauma's sore, throbbing dick in the morning when she'd be far more awake to take care of it for her? Maybe Nefer could punish her, draw it out and make her beg for it for using Nefer's body in her sleep like this and revel in the pitiful cries of a ruined orgasm. She would, Nefer thinks, she really would, but it's difficult to fall back asleep when Lauma isn't the only one aroused in this situation.
Lauma's rut has been an eventful week. She's never been one to shy away from Nefer's touch, never been one to run away from intimate conversations for too long, but perhaps there's something about the primal desire that inhabits Lauma during this period that always makes her a little more abashed than usual. It's like she's chastising herself, giving herself a slap on the wrist when she reaches out for Nefer and Nefer always has to guide her hand back, tell her that it's okay and that Nefer's here to help Lauma like Lauma had helped her in the past. It works out in both of their favours: Lauma gets to relieve herself and feel a little lighter for the next few hours and Nefer gets to bite into the junction of Lauma's neck, eyes screwed shut as she comes far many more times than she could do on her own.
"Lauma," Nefer repeats, a little louder this time. She looks back over her shoulder to the best of her ability and taps on Lauma's hip with a lazy hand. Nothing she does seems to garner a response and while the method may be crude, grinding back against Lauma does elicit a shudder and a groan.
"Nefer…" There it is: that confusion that comes with Lauma being awoken, the raspy tone to her voice as she adjusts to her surroundings. The rutting slows to a stop but their hips are still pressed flush together and Nefer won't lie and say her stomach isn't simmering with little flames of want. "Ah–" It takes her a moment but Lauma appears to have noticed it, her hard cock pushing against the fabric of her shorts, against Nefer's ass, and her hands are suddenly helping herself shuffle away, towards the edge of the bed.
Lauma is awake in record time. "Nefer, I am so sorry–"
"Lauma." Nefer can't help but roll her eyes, hand reaching out further behind her in the darkness of the bedroom to grab Lauma's wrist. She drags her back and hears Lauma whimper quietly. "Where are you going?"
"I just– I just need to go take care of myself," Lauma whispers but she makes no effort to leave now that Nefer's got ahold of her. "I–"
"Just… come back to bed." She can't see much with the awkward angle she's looking over her shoulder, but she does notice Lauma worrying at her lip, clearly contemplating Nefer's words. It's really a pain when her actions don't convey their meaning the first time around; it makes her feel a little silly having to spell it all out for Lauma like this. "You can take care of it here."
She hears Lauma swallow. "But… Nefer–"
"Lauma," Nefer says once more, mild irritation growing in her voice as she pulls Lauma's hand into position over her waist. "Don't make me beg for it."
The bed creaks quietly as Lauma's weight settles back onto it. With the mattress dipping and the sheets being adjusted, Nefer takes it that Lauma has finally made herself comfortable again. One hand is wrapped around Nefer's waist while the other one passes under her neck and back over her collarbone — not unusual per se, but when Lauma presses in closer, pushes her body up against Nefer's back like this once more and buries her nose into the crook of her neck, it makes Nefer a little flustered. Not that she would ever admit that to Lauma.
She can feel Lauma's very clear arousal pressed against her ass, just as it had been a few moments prior, but all Lauma does is whimper quietly against Nefer's skin. When Nefer pushes back up against it, Lauma's hips buck.
"Nefer…"
Nefer looks back over her shoulder and is immediately greeted by feather-light kisses to her cheek. "Aren't you going to take care of it?"
Lauma keeps mouthing at any skin she can access, hips grinding torturously slow and noises coming out of her strangled. It's always frustrating when Lauma won't just take what she wants and it's even more humiliating when Nefer wants it just as bad because she's not even the one stuck in a pesky rut cycle.
Her hand dips behind her again, this time groping at the bulge in Lauma's sleepwear and the moan she lets out almost sounds like she's on the brink of coming already. Nefer palms at it, wraps her fingers around it as much as the fabric will allow her to and begins gently rocking her hand up and down the length.
Lauma hisses and presses her hips further into Nefer's touch. "Hah– Nefer– I'm…"
"Use your words, Lauma. Tell me what you want."
"God– Goddess, please– you're–" Lauma's entire body twitches and she bites down on Nefer's shoulder to muffle her groan. "Mmph–"
"Come on, don't come yet–" She keeps the same, excruciatingly steady pace. "–I want you to last for me."
Nefer's hand eventually slows to a stop and all she can hear is Lauma's heavy breathing in her ear. She lets her take a moment to recover but it's not too long until Nefer drags the waistband of Lauma's shorts down just enough for Lauma to spring free. Nefer can't see it but she does feel Lauma's cock tap against her ass, whatever precum not left in Lauma's nightwear smearing across the bare skin of Nefer's behind. She takes it, carefully guiding it underneath the fabric of her panties. Lauma fits nicely there, in the valley between Nefer's legs, pressing between her folds and rubbing up against her clit with the tip of her dick.
"Archons," Nefer breathes, head lolling back against Lauma's. There's still kisses spoiling her neck and shoulders, little impulsive nips and teething as Nefer grinds back against Lauma's cock. "God, Lauma–"
Lauma presses closer, ruts a little more frantically between the tight space of Nefer's cunt and her panties. "Nefer–" She palms at a breast and Nefer finds her chest arching into the touch. "You're so wet."
A choked laugh finds its way out of Nefer's mouth. "Stop talking. Just keep getting yourself off."
With the way she's grown so wet, with how she's grinding back against Lauma like she needs it — how doomed would she be if she were the one in a rut? Maybe it's contagious, she tells herself, maybe Lauma's neediness just radiates off of her at such a caliber it seeps and anchors itself into Nefer's bones too.
Lauma does not seem to be doing the same amount of thinking as Nefer is doing: her mind is set on one thing and one thing only. She keeps grinding, keeps whimpering when she shifts closer occasionally, and Nefer doesn't know how long it goes on for but she doesn't complain. Rolling waves of pleasure flow through her with every pass of Lauma's cock and it's just enough to satiate the burning hunger in her lower stomach. Lauma doesn't ask for more, not verbally at least, but her hand on Nefer's chest squeezes a little tighter and the involuntary bucks of her hips grow more frequent.
"Mm, Lauma." It's addicting, really, the slow roiling satisfaction working its way through her body. She thinks she could let Lauma go on forever like this but perhaps that would grow as torturous for her as it appears to be for Lauma right now. She cranes her neck around as much as she can and it's still not enough to kiss the Moonchanter properly — it's messy and she's really only catching the corner of Lauma's mouth but nipping at lips to pull her closer is better than nothing.
Easily preoccupied with Nefer's mouth on hers, it doesn't seem like Lauma notices when Nefer's hand sneaks down her own front. She cups Lauma's cock once more over her panties and brings a stop to the mindless rutting; Lauma groans, a little peeved and irritated as she tries to buck forward to no avail. Nefer can feel her pull away from the kiss, parting her lips against Nefer's cheek to voice her complaints but when Nefer lines her hole up to the head of Lauma's cock and pushes back until just the tip of it slips inside, she shuts up.
"Do you… want to?" Nefer mumbles, breath hot just mere inches away from Lauma's face. "You can fuck me if you'd like."
Lauma groans and nods her head like Nefer's just offered her salvation for all of her sins. "Yes, please." And then she shifts, shuffles down the bed just enough for the angle of her hips to be right and finally, finally, slips inside. Nefer moans, curses spilling quietly from her lips as Lauma works her way deeper.
"Nefer," Lauma calls out, and it would be more endearing if not for the way she's fucking into Nefer right now. "You feel so good."
Nefer hums in response, hand settling over Lauma's as she lets herself jostle with each thrust of Lauma's hips. "Better not stop then."
There's something about the angle; the fact that Lauma is languidly pumping her cock into Nefer from behind is definitely contributing to it rubbing specifically against her front wall, against that bundle of nerves that has Nefer's hips pushing back against the Moonchanter. Nefer might go insane with each jolt of pleasure but she'd be more insane to not let Lauma enjoy herself.
So, she takes it — lets Lauma rut into her for however long she needs while Nefer whispers bouts of encouraging words to help her along. The rhythmic sway, the warmth of Lauma's embrace, Nefer's eyes flutter shut under the comforting hold of it all and maybe she could fall asleep like this if not for the gradual increase of pace in Lauma's thrusts. Nefer squeezes the hand on her hip and her final raspy coo of 'Come for me' has Lauma finally bottoming out and spilling inside. She doesn't stop entirely, opting to shallowly thrust in slowing frequency until Nefer has squeezed the last of Lauma's cum out of her.
Lauma doesn't say anything for a moment and neither does Nefer. The heavy breathing quietens down, even as Lauma stays buried inside, and the dozy silence from before this whole ordeal returns. Lauma stays wrapped around her like a blanket and if Nefer were more awake she'd be able to confirm whether or not the Moonchanter is drooling against her back.
"You're not falling asleep on me, are you, Lauma?" It's a silly question: Nefer can already feel Lauma's softened heart beat from where they're pressed together.
She stirs, hands twitching and coming round to pull Nefer even closer. "Mm, no, I need to… I need to clean up." After a moment of consideration, she adds: "Need to clean you up."
"It's okay," Nefer mutters, soothing hand rubbing at Lauma's hip. "You'll just make a mess if you pull out now. We'll sort it out in the morning."
She can feel Lauma fight her drowsiness just to be able to frown. "But I'm still…"
"Still?"
Lauma shifts and gods, maybe they should tidy up now, should pull out so Nefer can fall back asleep because it's maddening how much she can feel as Lauma moves.
"Inside, still inside."
Nefer hums. "You'll waste it if you pull out. We can't have that, can we?"
And Lauma's rut-addled brain vehemently agrees — its enthusiastic affirmation is only dulled with the way Lauma slowly nods and pushes her face further into Nefer's back. She mumbles some string of affection and Nefer doesn't know how much longer after Lauma falls asleep that she also succumbs to exertion but she's sure it's not long.