Log; Complete

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When; April 26th, noon
Rating; NC-17
Characters; Cirucci {thunderwitch} & Alfons {opfern}, with guest appearance by Noah {romarequiem}
Summary; Cirucci, intrigued by the possibility of a cursed Alfons, and encouraged by the Sexta Espada, pays a visit to the human, whose morals have suffered a bit of a change thanks to the curse day. ... Cirucci just wants to see his face the next day.
Log;

Cirucci checked her gloves before she knocked on the door. The skin, twisting and gray, was at least no longer making unpleasant rotting noises, simply... changing. Into something wrong. But she tried not to think about it, having made the switch to gloves with fingers to hide her condition, and instead looked up at Alfons' window. It was a simple sonido, thankfully it was conveniently already open, after all, it was near noon and quite nice out. Not that she really cared.

"Alfons~" The Arrancar crooned, swinging one stocking leg into the room and sitting straddled on the windowsill, peeking in. "Awake?~"

The morning had been incredibly uneventful. Noah apparently hadn't been in a playful mood, and that was disappointing, but considering how badly his illness had left him, he wondered if it was really smart to go wandering outside to find entertainment. Someone ought to visit him at some point, right? Nill, Edward, Alphonse, Grimmjow, even--

"Cirucci." He grinned, sitting up from where he'd been resting on his bed. He didn't seem too keen on hiding how blatantly he was looking at the leg draped over the windowsill before he finally looked up to the body and face that accompanied it.

"Wonderful. I was just wondering when you would drop by."

"So kind to be expected." The Privaron smiled, more of a smirk, really. She'd seen the network that day, knew that some were affected by a curse that seemed to be making them act quite... interesting. She was curious. Grimmjow had been amused at the idea when she'd mentioned it to him, as well, and so it was only proper for her to try it, of course.

"Alfons is feeling any better today?~" Cirucci lifted one leg to brace against the other side of the window frame, adjusting the strap of a black garter as she spoke.

Drawing his knee up, Alfons draped his arm over it so that he could rest his chin against something while he quite merrily watched her adjust the garter.

He knew that there was a curse today... He had seen the network. But did it really matter? The City's stupid problems weren't his, after all. It was just a shame that people weren't enjoying themselves more.

"Better? Much, now that you're here, of course."

"Alfons flatters me too much." Cirucci snapped the garter with a smirk, staying where she was with one leg dangling over the inside of the sill and the other against the frame, only her hands keeping her skirt decent, and only barely. She had no shame, and never had seen a need for it. She was trying not to look entirely too amused.

"Cirucci should come over all the time if her coming makes you feel better, hmm?" Idly, she wondered if he was affected, thought he was, but wasn't sure. Would have to make certain of course, and also wondered if that human woman was about anywhere.

"I only speak the truth," he insisted, an earnest expression on his face...before he felt that familiar scrape against his lungs that grew up to his throat and made him turn his head to cough against his arm.

It was so hard to keep composure when suffering a damn illness like this, honestly.

His smile a bit more strained, Alfons glanced back up to her. "All the time, hm? If it's so often, you might as well be living here."

"Now, now." Cirucci finally slipped from the windowsill, sauntering over to place her gloved hand against his forehead, as if checking temperature. Not that she knew anything about human illnesses or any such thing. ... Nope. No idea. But she frowned as if she'd discovered something terribly bad.

"You wouldn't be able to live with Cirucci, sweetheart." She murmured, watching him carefully. "You'd kick me out just like Grimmjow did, hmm?"

While the closeness normally might have brought about some sort of embarrassment, there was no exaggerated flush to his cheeks or any attempt to avert his eyes. Instead he just shook his head a bit and reached up to take her hand, pulling it down to settle against his chest.

"That would make me incredibly heartless. You think me so?"

Now this was interesting. Cirucci smirked and wondered if Grimmjow would laugh.

"Alfons is no Arrancar, but surely Alfons would run out of patience with Cirucci, or get mad at her again when she kills something, or doesn't clean up the blood~" Her tone was playful and light, one finger stroking idly against his chest, hip cocked to the side. He was definitly cursed if her sheer proximity wasn't making him at least slightly nervous.

"Ah, that's right... You shouldn't kill... Killing is wrong." It was hard to be convincing when one was far too busy smiling. Alfons shifted on the mattress to lean up a little more so that he could reach with his other hand to cradle Cirucci's cheek.

"But I've never rejected you before for it, have I? I've always accepted you, even when I don't approve. Cook for you, listen to you, keep you company... I should certainly say that patience is not an issue with me."

... If one thing was for certain, the Arrancar would never let him live this down.

But she smiled, nuzzled against his hand in an almost subservient manner. After all, she valued him enough to mind his illness, not aggravate it and play as rough as she usually liked. Gently, with Alfons.

Yes, gently.

"If Cirucci didn't know better..." She murmured, nipping lightly at his palm, "She would think Alfons was flirting with her~"

At that, he almost had the decency to look sheepish, as if he felt bad about what she might be implying. Perhaps because it was terribly true? Not that he actually felt bad... But everyone seemed to like how he had acted before, right? Acting different might be a turn off.

Might. "Would that... upset you?" And despite that sheepish look, he was running his thumb across her lower lip, almost curiously.

Cirucci moved no closer, though she was already tantalizingly near, standing beside his bed. She did, however, laugh lightly, impishly, and nip again at his finger, teasing. "Dear Alfons? Upset Cirucci?~"

Her gaze grew hooded, a bit of acting coming in to play on her part, oh, this was so... ah, it was amusing. She wondered, almost, if he would be terribly upset if she allowed something to happen.

"Never." She murmured, the hand against his chest, gloved thankfully, and he would be met with trouble if he ever came to the conclusion they needed to be off, continuing to trace small patterns lightly against his shirt.

This was taking too long. He was a dying man... Did she think he had all day to play these games with her?

Dropping his hand from her face, he let it settle against her chest, lightly pressing where the fabric sunk inward. Not a very attractive trait in his opinion, but she had seemed so interested in showing him at one point.

"Weren't you going to show me the hole one day?"

Cirucci couldn't help but laugh again, a light noise, reaching up to grab his hand and move it firmly, fingers finding the clasps on her white uniform with a practiced ease. She supposed she really should be thinking this through, more. But she never really thought about sex. Did it, didn't think about it. Unless said thoughts ran along the lines of who, what, when, and where. No why.

"Of course, Alfons." She smirked. "Need only ask." It was a complicated set of snaps, but she did this quite often enough to begin drawing back the uniform, slowly revealing pale skin, the inner curves of her breasts, and the hole clean through her body just below and between.

It was a series of unexpected events that led Noah to venture towards Alfons' room at that very moment.

She knew better than anyone, save for maybe Edward, that Alfons was fading fast. If she could, she would do anything within her power to make things as comfortable as possible for him, despite their awkward encounter that morning.

Thus it was with a silver tray in hand, containing a lunch that was neatly put together, that she knocked once before carefully prying the door open. "Alfons, I apologize for acting so rash this morn--" She was never able to finish what she was saying.

Her tanned cheeks turned a violent shade of pink as she ducked her head, blindly feeling about for the table beside her in a fruitless attempt to quickly deposit the meal and flee. Well, the meal made it in one piece, but she'd nearly knocked over a jar of pencils in the process.

"Alfons, Miss Cirucci.. I.. I apologize!"

And she fled just like that, slamming the door with a bit more force than she meant to due to her hurry.

Alfons had, at least for a moment, completely forgotten about his goal behind undressing her when he saw the hole, and he actually squinted to observe it just like any scientist would. It was amazing, honestly, on how one could survive like that. Arrancar were so interesting...

He was just reaching up to trace the skin beneath when he heard the door open, followed by Noah's voice. There was irritation present in his eyes as he leaned to the side to peer over to the door, just in time for Noah to flee as if she'd seen something truly scandalous. Well... He supposed maybe she had.

Noah was attractive, too... It would have been nice if she had offered to join in. At that thought, he almost pouted. "...She left in a hurry."

Cirucci pouted as well, but for a different reason. Oh, interruption.

"Prude." She waved a hand dismissively. While no stranger to multiple partners or an audience, she had never found other women as appealing, not to mention, ugh, human women. Alfons was the only human she would even tolerate the idea of the act with, let alone the act itself. Oh, but she wanted to see his reaction when he was in the right mind.

"Who needs her anyway, hmm?~" The Arrancar drew one finger down between her breasts and to the hole in her chest.

Noah? A prude? That was one word he'd never thought of to describe her... But maybe it was so.

"Well, she was a gypsy, traveling all those years... I thought that must have loosened her up a bit, but I guess I was wrong," he responded cheekily before looking back up to Cirucci.

Breasts were something new to him. He'd had a small period while in his younger teens where he had been positively fascinated with them, but far too shy to act on it. That had quickly died out in favor of college and work, anyhow, and then came along Edward...

Broadened his horizons? More lie narrowed them down. Edward really had been a cancer.

"At least she made me lunch," mused Alfons as he trailed his fingertip up from where he'd left it, circling beneath and around to cup over it, as if testing the softness. With a 'shy' glance upward, the young man murmured, "You'll have to show me how to make this good for you, I'm afraid."

Cirucci shivered, more at his words than the touch. No laughing, no laughing. No Arrancar had ever phrased such a question, and she found it quite funny. Caring for her pleasure? Even if it wasn't meant, it had never been said. And if it ever had been meant, it hadn't been said then, either. Smirking, the Arrancar pressed against his hand, finally moved closer and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

"Poor Alfons." She lamented, one hand running through his hair. "Never been with a woman, we must remedy this, you know. Cirucci will show you."

His eyes shut a bit, and he sighed a bit, the sound raspy as he tried to keep his breathing calm. He had a thought, faint as it was, that this was wrong. He had never been with anyone except for Edward, and even he usually didn't really do anything...not unless he was in a special mood.

The thoughts were vaguely annoying, so he wrapped an arm around her waist, the other gripping her chin to pull her mouth from his forehead down to his lips. He wanted to know how Cirucci kissed, and he wanted to forget all about how Edward had ruined his life.

The answer to that question would be quite well. Years of experience with a touch of extra fervor inspired by the temporary loss of a certain tongue that reminded her just how useful it could be in situations such as this.

Closer still, she moved, not wanting to lead too much, because part of the reason she was here was to see how he would handle this. She could take control faster than it took him to wonder how he ended up on his backside, and could remain in control unless she felt a violent tendency, which she'd been avoiding thanks to the Red God's curse. But no matter, she wanted to see how far she could push him, tease him, other hand slipping under one of his suspenders and slipping it off his shoulder, fingers tracing a pattern down his chest and over his shirt.

She kissed with much more skill than Edward, he couldn't help noticing, but considering how many people Cirucci had slept with...he wasn't really surprised. Almost idly, as he stroked his fingers against the small of her back before wandering down over her rear, he wondered if arrancar could get diseases from being so promiscuous.

The thought was vaguely amusing, but he was pretty sure that wasn't the case. And again, he was dying anyway. Did anything matter anymore?

"Arrancar...are created...from Hollows, right? When the shinigami don't get to them in time?" he murmured against her lips, fingertips worming their way beneath the garter belt under her skirt, just so he could caress the skin of her back, all the way around to her abdomen.

"So if I were to become a Hollow...when dying...?"

“That’s right.” Cirucci moaned, well, being dead she didn’t need to breathe, but she tended to, out of habit. She finally brought herself closer, closer, one knee slinking onto the mattress.

“If Alfons became a Hollow…” She knew it impossible in the City, no one stayed dead, after all, but still. She neatly began popping the buttons on his shirt, why bother undoing them, and let her nails dig into his flesh lightly, just abouve his heart.

“This would go away~” The Arrancar smirked against his mouth at the very idea. Alfons, she had a mind, could never be a Hollow. Too much selfishness, too much rage, violence, and hate. None of those things were Alfons, at least, uncursed Alfons. An endearing thing, really. She wriggled her hips a bit at the touch under her clothing, though watchful of when he approached her belt. Stockings hid the same skin as her gloves, and they would not be coming off.

The nails made him wince a bit, but only because he wasn't used to the rough treatment. Not nearly as bad as when Edward accidentally forgot his own strength, though, especially with that automail of his. He could remember a couple bruises he had sported at one point or another.

"And then I really would be heartless? Can't have that. Then I wouldn't be capable of loving you, isn't that right?" It was so much easier to kiss her now that she was a bit more level with him, although he still had to tilt his head back a ways with her on her knees.

"I guess you better enjoy me while I'm still warm and with a beating heart, then," he teased tastelessly as he pulled his hand from the garter strap to instead slide along the elastic of her panties.

Having had enough of straining to kiss her mouth, Alfons let his dampened lips trail down to instead skim across her collarbone and breast before finding the nipple to draw into his mouth, lightly teasing with his tongue just as he pushed his hand down further, taking full advantage of this little exploration.

The Arrancar laughed again, though it ended up a breathy sigh, back arcing towards him, hand moving from his chest to the side of his face, caressing. Gentle, she’d almost forgotten. Gentle with Alfons.

“Now, now…” She whispered, reveling, though she’d never admit it, in the warmth he spoke of. Her body had a sullen chill to it, her bed was worse, and the only warmth that remained to her was the kind she could seek in the beds of others. A shame.

“We don’t say that word in bed, Alfons, it’s terribly upsetting.” The word love did have a tendency to remind her of… unpleasant things. But she didn’t raise too much fuss, another small sigh as she absently slipped a hand beneath her breasts to continue working on undoing the complicated snaps, hips moving forward in encouragement. Had to take it slow, the poor thing…

Alfons raised an eyebrow up at that, though his cheeks were a bit flushed by now at least. He wasn't particularly embarrassed, but he was vaguely nervous... He had never been with a woman, after all, and Cirucci was much more experienced than him.

He sure hoped this didn't end with her laughing at him. That wouldn't make him happy, and he couldn't exactly lay the smack down on someone so much stronger than him.

At the very least, Alfons knew enough of the female anatomy from books, and he could remember certain points that were considered pleasurable to them. The fabric of the undergarment stretched as his fingers curved in, the pads just lightly brushing over the soft skin beneath. Different, but enticing.

"I'll have to beg your forgiveness, then, and make it up to you..." He kissed between her breasts as his middle finger dipped in just enough to feel inside the moist entrance between her thighs. Alfons dragged it back out and up until he found the protruding nub he'd been seeking, and there he rubbed, observing her face like any scientist might a specimen.

“You-“ The Arrancar cut off to moan, eyes fluttering closed a moment. With a quick motion and a small grunt she’d brought her other leg up and onto the mattress, a small rocking off her hips forward, trying to draw him in to more touch, more contact.

“-Will definitely have to do that, after saying such things.” She finished, done with the snaps on the front of her dress and hand dropped to his waist, fumbling for his belt. Not bad, she had to suppress another soft noise, exhaling shakily.

"I'm nothing if not selfless, or at least, isn't that what you're always saying?" Alfons grinned up at her a bit, obviously joking, although his smile faltered when he felt her hands reach his belt.

His entire body was warm now, and the pants were far too tight, and maybe he ought to draw the curtains closed? He was on the first floor, after all.

But it was so very hard to care about that when she was making such breathy sounds, and Alfons moved his hand to shrug off the other suspender before pulling her hips up so that he could kiss her stomach. She seemed so insistent, so he let his hand wander further, two fingers dipping up inside, and he was a little surprised at how slick it already was there.

"Have you been wanting this, Cirucci?" he teased softly before dragging his tongue just beneath her left breast.

A downfall of hers lay in that she always did. She always responded to such touch, such sentiment, always enjoyed and took pleasure in it. A bit of a problem sometimes. Made conversation quite difficult, and any attempt to appear stoic was dashed.

“Maybe~” She whined, legs parting further as she dipped down in protest to her hips being moved up, writhing a bit in frustration at only that much contact, not enough warmth. And oh, but she hated belts. They were so annoying and hard to remove. Didn’t know why men wore them.

That Alfons was teasing her, however, made her smirk. Quite unlike him, and quite amusing all at once. So much bolder, today.

He knew that she had, so the 'maybe' forced him to resist the urge to roll his eyes. Pressing the matter would get him nowhere, though, so he instead moved his other hand to find the panties, tugging them down as far as the garter straps would let them go--which really wasn't that far, he would have to unstrap them...or tear the panties, but there was no reason to do that, was there?

With the soft breeze entering the room and able to touch more of her skin, he was able to actually see a bit more of what he was doing, and it was plain she wanted more. Really, he just wanted to get her to ride him already, but manners were part of his charm, right? So just to make her happy, he pushed another finger inside, scissoring and rubbing, curling and dragging as if seeking out a special spot inside of her.

"I know I've been wanting it," he blatantly lied, though it was hard to tell with how thick with desire his voice was. Everyone wanted to be wanted, after all, especially poor poor lonely pitiful Cirucci. "But there's something else I want, too."

“Oh?” Cirucci hissed, head dipping to the crook of his throat and nuzzling, nipping, breathing against his skin as her own grew flushed while she continued to writhe under his ministrations. She was still having some difficulty with his belt at this angle, thumb stroking through his pants as she kept trying, though her efforts were in part impeded through his own doing.

“And… what is that??” She panted, playing coy, her other hand occupied with the removal of shirt, troublesome thing, really. Something seemed dreadfully off, more so than she had thought, but she couldn’t quite focus on it, distracted as she was and also not too sure she cared at the moment.

He was one of the few, if only people who got to witness Cirucci at her rawest on more than one occasion. But her little sob story woe-is-me moments certainly didn't compare to having her writhing and gasping on top of him. It was something he could certainly get used to, if she ended up not being a terrible lay.

She seemed to be having trouble with his pants, though. That was a little sad.

"Do you know why I died the first time? Of course you do. You saw it." His azure eyes slipped shut as he enjoyed the fervent attention his neck was getting. "I shouldn't have died, isn't that right? I had so much more to accomplish. Don't you think the person who brought my death about should pay?"

He wanted to emphasize the importance of what he was trying to get across, and now when she seemed incredibly desperate seemed the best time, so he slid his dampened fingers out just so that the tips barely brushed against the sensitive skin, and he opened his eyes back up to pin her with a look.

"Wouldn't you like to be the one to make them pay?"

She whimpered against his shoulder at his withdrawal, though she took the moment to steady her hands and finish undoing his belt, tossing it aside in disgust.

“Alfons wants me to kill someone?~” Cirucci indulged him, though she had no intention. After all, even if he named someone she wished to kill, she couldn’t. Not when the Red God’s curse made her violently ill at even her motion to begin something untoward. And she was quite sure if he named someone else, then he would certainly never forgive her if she did it. While the Thunderwitch was quite sure she could live with that, she’d rather not.

“Whom?~” She murmured, voice strained, working now at the single button. If she knew anything, she had an idea of what name might come out of his mouth next. The very thought disgusted her.

Alfons almost looked disappointed in her for a moment before smiling again. "Edward, of course." He slid his fingers back inside of her, rubbing and stretching while his thumb petted the sensitive flesh.

"He gets to live on, with that brother of his...gets to go home...grow old...make everyone proud...with his little hero complex. It would be nice to make him pay. I'd just need you...to hold him down for me."

She had thought so. Suppressing a moan and instead forcing it out as his name against his ear she tried to think of how to handle that. Alfons would be more upset, more upset than he could possibly be by this if she helped him kill Edward. That was love and all. She idly wrote the curse off as an opposite.

“Well-“ Cirucci really wasn’t any good at focusing on other things during sex, it just didn’t work right. “Shouldn’t we talk business after-“ She finally managed to get that button free with a small noise of satisfaction, not at all hindered by the renewed contact. Trying to get him off that subject, she scooted closer, tantalizingly close to what he needed himself, moving her mouth to his own to groan against him, attempt to silence his cursed minds’ plans and offer an… alternative.

Alfons didn't have much chance to protest, as she was suddenly all over him and making it difficult to think about anything else.

His love for Edward hadn't been erased, of course, he just merely...thought differently of it now. Hated it. And he wanted to get revenge, and make someone pay, but she was right... Talking about this sort of thing probably wasn't fitting for the mood. Cirucci was more of an act-er--not a thinker.

So he enjoyed the proximity of their current position, hands slipping down her thighs to fiddle with the garter straps. He didn't need to take off the stockings...but the panties needed to go. He had just finished unclipping the straps so that he could slide the undergarment down when he felt another fit seize him.

Alfons' eyes watered as he jerked back from her, collapsing backwards as he clutched as his chest with one hand and covered his mouth with the other. His chest burned, and his throat was raw, and the entire time all he could do was glower at the ceiling, these weak moments plainly infuriating him.

Cirucci smirked, glad for his fit, for once. It would have been a shame if she’d needed to chastise Alfons for doing something that remotely had to do with her stockings. She rose smoothly, all business, removed the undergarment herself before reclipping the garters with a small nod to efficiency. Oh, but the uniform would have to go, too. That was discarded, leaving only stocking and gloves as she turned back to the matter at hand.

“Poor Alfons…” She whispered huskily, slipping back on to his bed to straddle him, not yet making a further move than to suspend herself abouve him, one hand stroking against his chest, the source of his silly little human illness. “Does it hurt?~”

Immediately his hand darted to grip her wrist, and his gaze smoldered as he glared at her. "No," he rasped. Pity, fake or no, would never be something that interested him. He didn't need coddling.

The gloves were vaguely annoying, but he remembered that she had a reason for them and the stockings, and really it was a rather nice view, he thought while lying there.

Glancing her up and down appreciatively, Alfons smiled again. "But it will if you make me wait much longer."

One eyebrow rose, smirk widening. This was something that would amuse her for a long while yet. Alfons, being so insistent?~ So dominant, though, from his position it would not seem that he was in any form of control. Teasing, merely because she could, she dipped closer, mere inches from contact, kissing softly at his collar.

“Cirucci has a penchant for hurting.” She pointed out, testing to see his reactions, what he would do as she pressed close enough to grind against his hips without allowing any actual entrance.

The contact made him exhale loudly, and his foot scrabbled to pull up onto the mattress, his heel finally getting a grip just on the edge so that he could push up against her. His pants were still fasted shut, and this was going to drive him mad, but he couldn't exactly force her to do anything, considering she was so much stronger than him.

So instead Alfons was left to groan a bit in frustration, reaching to grip her hips as he shot her a pitiful look. "You don't want it?"

“Never said that, did I, Alfons?~” Now this was her element. She loved so being in charge of things, just as much as she loved submitting. She wasn’t entirely too picky when it came to such things, she supposed.

The Privaron nipped lightly at his neck, hand not caught leading one of his to the hole between her breasts, one of the most sensitive places Arrancar possessed.

“You teased me, it’s only fair I tease you back~”

It was a bizarre thing to be touching, but he figured if it was what she wanted, it wasn't so bad... With his head tilted to the side, he let his hand settle between his breasts, tracing the outside of the hole before groaning again.

"No more teasing. Please."

“Please?~” Cirucci whined, though she’d just sabotaged herself by giving away a weakness of hers, considering she had started to shudder, bucking against his hips and breathing heavily.

“Now, why would please be all I need, hmm?” She bite down on his ear lightly, always had to be lightly, anything more and the curse seemed to think it was alright to make her ill. “Maybe you should say it again, Alfons?” Her voice had affected a breathless quality, hitching at the touch of the hyper sensitive skin in the gaping hole through her abdomen.

Alfons felt like he couldn't take this much more, and it was annoying, but it was plain as day that she was falling apart as well. Curious about that, he continued to let light touches play along the skin between her breasts while his other hand moved down between their bodies so he could rip and tug at the trousers which had remained so stubbornly closed this entire time.

He watched her shudder as his fingers slipped into the hole to pet before he took advantage of her moment of weakness, one hand shooting back to grip her hip while the other steadied his throbbing arousal, and it was right then that he was able to guide her down on top of him.

The slick contact practically made him hiss in relief and pleasure, and he tried not to smirk as he gripped her waist to keep her there. "Please?"

She whined, writhing further against him, back arching inward to curl against him. His grip to keep her still was nothing when it came to her strength against his, Arrancar to human.

“Because you ask so nicely.” Cirucci ground against his hips once before leaning back, sitting back on her heels as if to deny him further, though her gaze was half glazed with arousal, skin flushed and beginning to perspire.

“Alfons really loses a certain something with men.” The Arrancar muttered, one hand braced on his leg and pinning him down now, other hand reaching up to loose her hair.

She really was just so stubborn, and intent on being in control, and he was far more desperate than he was letting on. He hadn't had any sex for awhile now, simply because he'd tried to keep Edward away...and why? To keep him from worrying? It seemed laughable now. He'd made himself suffer for no reason.

Women, at the very least, were easier access in the physical sense, but... "Oh? How is that?" He tried not to squirm beneath her, gaze pleading for her not to stop. It was hard to breathe when he was this excited, but he could manage without collapsing, surely.

Hair tumbling down across her shoulders and the sides of her face, Cirucci smiled wickedly, bit a nail as if in thought before bending down, legs spreading and allowing him full contact but not yet friction, laying lightly on his chest and supporting herself on elbows. Didn’t need to make it hard for the dear to breathe.

“Because we’re much nicer~” She hissed, kissing him fiercely, making use of what she’d lost and regained, moaning into his mouth as she released her pin on his hips.

He couldn't ever recall Edward teasing him quite like this, and while it was infuriating in its own right, it was also incredibly arousing. He had a smart remark to respond with, but Alfons decided it wouldn't benefit him at all to be rude to her now, so he just laid back and enjoyed the solid contact, shifting beneath her just enough to allow him to kiss back.

Both arms wound around her, one hand finding her hair to comb through it while the other wandered down along her back, fingertip dragging along her spine. He had to be sure to keep his breathing regular, though, which was difficult considering how painfully turned on he was. Why did she have to drag it out so much? He almost missed Edward's impatience.

Foreplay was all well and good, but sometimes, one did eventually need to get to the point of the matter. She withdrew from his mouth, lips instead now by his ear as she slowly lifted and lowered her hips, starting steady, painfully so, wound tight.

“Of course,” She whispered, “There is so much else to do, but, since Alfons is so sick…” She half sighed, though it was more a breathy pant, never having been good at holding herself back. As active as she was, she was easy to please, a good thing, since the boy’s never really cared to make sure she had been satisfied, as long as they were.

Finally allowed the delicious friction, Alfons practically shuddered beneath her, hips lifting to grind against her with every fall of hers. It was different, and he couldn't help but analyze it a bit even through his lust-ridden haze.

Sweat beaded his brow, and his lungs practically rattled as his breaths became more and more shallow. Still, he was able to control them quite well considering the situation, and as he tilted his head back, he found himself whispering her name.

Women, at the very least, were soft.

Now, that was more like it.

She let herself relax against him, syncing into a steady rhythm, careful with him. Frail humans needed gentle touches, she supposed. Wouldn’t be good to break him, and she had to admit him coughing blood over her was not in the least attractive.

“What was that, Alfons?~” She kissed at his exposed throat, slowly gaining speed and changing the force that she ground down with, already quite aroused from his earlier touching. It wasn’t often she got the chance to seek her own name. She tried not to compare him to her other lovers, Arrancar. Didn’t want to disappoint herself.

The increased speed caused him to arch his back as his fingers curled tightly in her thick hair. This was what she had told him about... How nice it was when it was just two bodies rocking together, hot and sweaty, connecting on a purely physical level.

Heart rate picking up considerably, he just about choked on his words when he gasped out her name again. "Cirucci...!"

How could he be so far gone already? Had he really had this pent up for so long? And he even lived with a woman... What a waste.

She was nice enough not to chuckle. Wouldn’t want to be rude.

“Good boy, Alfons.” She breathed, not at all disconcerted with the fact that to her, he was just a boy. Goodness, humans lived only so long, and he so young. Perhaps polite society thought that disturbing. Nothing about sex really disturbed her.

She could tell he had just about reached his limit, it was a shame. She couldn’t help the comparison now, her partners normally lasted much longer than this, but she supposed she shouldn’t have expected otherwise, especially considering this was his first time proper. Cirucci obliged him, pace picking up to bring an end, one of her hands reaching down to stroke between their bodies as she licked his ear.

“Come on now, Alfons~” She murmured silkily. “Give a good show, would you?~”

He honestly could have lasted longer if she hadn't been doing her damndest to make him come so soon. Of course, it was probably for the best... His illness had left him so weak that if he had forced himself to last too much longer, it probably wouldn't have had a very nice result. No, coughing up blood was not attractive in the least.

So while he was a bit disappointed at how immediately his body responded to her extra attention, there was a flicker of relief in his gaze when he finally came. Eyelashes fluttered before he let both eyes squeeze shut, and he trembled as he clutched at her like a lifeline.

Good show? God, she really was a bitch. Alfons would have been incredibly annoyed if he wasn't currently...in a very happy place that finally left him weak and boneless as he gasped for air.

Cirucci smirked and couldn’t help but laugh this time, a high-pitched whine of a noise. She frowned a bit against his neck, bucked a few more times against him to satisfy herself, stroking still and shuddering lightly for a few moments as her body tightened slightly, warmed, and that was the best part, the warmth, a soft sigh escaping her.

Finished, she calmly sat up, reaching to push her hair back and pull a strand from where it had tangled in the remnant of her bone mask, body slick with sweat and fluids, a sort of relaxing lull in her muscles. Not bad, she supposed, for a human. She withdrew from him, kissed him gently. Gently. She was proud for remembering.

“Not bad.” She murmured.

No, not bad. He knew quite well she had been analyzing it as well. After all, she'd always insisted she would never do it with a human... Was he supposed to feel honored?

Now that he'd finally gotten most of his oxygen back, he coughed softly into his hand before reaching up to nudge her off of him. If he was going to keep on breathing right, he didn't need her crowding him.

Feeling sticky and far too warm now, he strained for the blanket, grabbing it and yanking it over to clean himself off with before fastening his pants shut again. "So aside from the easier access, what makes women so much better than men, again?"

“That’s not enough?” Cirucci smirked, leaving his bed to pick up her discarded uniform, shaking it out once and smoothing a wrinkle before simply slipping back into it, working on the complicated snaps.

“We’re so much more attractive, for one thing.” She spoke flippantly, knowing Alfons was certainly not in his right mind. “Not to mention, of course, that Cirucci is one.”

Alfons raised an eyebrow at her. "If you say so. Although Edward not having a rather large hole in his chest is a plus. His voice is far sexier. And he's tighter."

With a carefree smile, the young man stood up and folded his arms across his chest. "Now that we've confirmed that it wasn't a life altering event, would you mind leaving? If you're not going to help me with Edward then you aren't much use to me."

The Privaron covered her mouth and turned to laugh. He really was funny today.

“Of course, Alfons.” Cirucci retied her hair, smoothed down her skirt, and straightened her garters. She didn’t bother retrieving her undergarments. She never had liked doing laundry. Any other day she would be miffed, as usual, as she always was when dismissed immediately afterwards. But today it was just too much amusement for her to be bothered getting upset about it. After all, his reaction the next day would more than make up for it.

She made sure to grab a bite of his lunch before slipping out the window as he simply watched her go. The Arrancar debated half a second about where to go before deciding that perhaps she would see if Grimmjow would find some amusement in the story, too.