One of Navia's hands was busying itself with the idle caress of Théadan's jawline, her eyes were briefly occupied with watching her hand drag along the rough of his growing beard, and he could see how she took some pleasure in how it felt on her softer skin. But that was all quickly dispelled when he impersonated her once more. Her lips formed an O of shock, but a smile swiftly came to her sweet features even as she was shaking her head at his antics. She hinted at disappointment, even a little frustration at his refusal to let her have the word that had almost slipped from his lips so easily. Navia labelled him 'incorrigible' it drew a laugh from him, more so when Navia developed it into a miniature rant. There was nothing she said that wasn't true, it would be difficult for him to argue otherwise. Théadan did like to play the innocent one, he was certainly not silent, and his impersonations of his lover were always exaggerated, though he was not going to admit to any of that very easily.<br/><br/>A lot of what Navia said was in fact quite touching, how badly she wanted him, and there was truth that she had risked embarrassment to seek their release as she had. There was also no denying that he was still lodged deep within her having having been thoroughly enthralled by the efforts of his lover. She even reminded him of how his hand had been a very active participant in seeking her pleasure. Théadan supposed his lover was right on all these counts, she had taken the lead and brought him such pleasure, perhaps admitting to the word he was teasingly keeping from her would be a nice reward and a thank you for bringing him such joy. He would have considered giving it to her right then, but her soft hand were suddenly pushing against him, bumping against the crates once more.<br/><br/>Théadan found himself looking up at his lover, now the one wearing the O of shock but his was not feigned, he was unsure what Navia had planned for him, her eyes looked on at him with intent, desire even, and she was soon lifting her hips and allowing cool air to the release covered flesh of his pleasured member. A trickle of their combined releases ran down his length, and for a moment Théadan thought Navia was done with their cuddling, ending it as some kind of punishment for not owning up to the word he kept quiet. He let out a groan, only for Navia to take her face in her hands like she did whenever she wanted all of his attention, it always made Théadan feel like Navia was the only one in the world when his cheeks were cupped by her hands, and she loomed so close to him, tempting close. Their lips brushed but she did not allow him anymore than that, her voice instead coming to him thickly, seductive even as she whispered for him to tell her, and the let gravity guide her hips back down on to him, his member filling her once more.<br/><br/>His toes curled and Théadan gasped as pleasure ran through his sensitive member. With such a recent orgasm it was still stimulated by every movement and that had Théadan quivering under his lover. Her gaze held his, almost hypnotic as she asked him again for the word. "Ah, Navia." He moaned her name, trapped beneath his lover and at her mercy again. She was making it so difficult for him to stay still, to keep his cool when he had only orgasmed just a couple minutes ago, and was now being pleasure again by the falling of her hips. It felt so good, almost too good for the overly-sensitive head of his member. "My Khluri temptress, you are so evil to your attentive prince." He gasped before his gaze looked upwards to the deck above, trying to find someway to keep himself from moaning the word she wanted. Now that she had done this it looked like this would be another game, one he would likely succumb too, but if he could, he would at least make it a challenge for her.<br/><br/>"Mmmf, no!" He replied with a vigorous shake of his head. Théadan was trying his hardest to dispel the pleasure that coursed through him, to keep the word bottled up in him. The motion of her hips falling on to his, and the stimulation was causing his member to grow stiff again. Once Navia's hips met his, her hot release slickened vaginal walls pulling his member back in, and her cervix rubbing against the head of his member in such a way as to make it difficult to keep still, or keep a groan from slipping from his lips. His hands fell to her thighs and gripped at her dress bunching the material in his hands, before returning his gaze to his lover.  "No I-I still have no memory of saying any word." He denied it, but not looking at all calm or in control for her actions. He flashed a toothy grin at her before adding, "Perhaps you were so intoxicated with desire for me you simply imagined it?"