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[ OK then, continues stroking slowly, still not putting much pressure on anything. her other hand goes down to make sure everything is free and that she has a bit for room to work :) ]

The sunlight, it feels nice, doesn't it?

[ ....she is teasing and it isn't fair and he is going to at least slide a metal hand to cup a breast with, thumb over the nipple ]

....among...nhn... other things, one... supposes...

[ omg good boy :3c once everything re: pants has been settled that spare hand is going back up to pet his face ]

Oh~? One does?

[ you know he could just maybe take your shoulders and roll them over and then they'd see who had the upper hand

he could

just not doing it right now. and all. because for now is a focus on slowly rubbing circles on that nub under her clothes, ignore how his breath is growing heavier ]

....I suspect... more than one.

[ aww it's touching a boob. it thinks it can share toping! it's cute '3'! ]

Well, I suspect you may have some truth of it there.

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[ well ok tbf between the two kinds of target areas being involved here there is a distinct disadvantage for one side

what if the ante was upped by pulling her down for actual mouth to mouth procedure though ]

[ there is a little muffles noise of surprise that settles into a laugh as she goes along with the kiss, but the lazy stroking stays lazy ]

[ good, because then things like kissing her deeply and thoroughly can be more easily attended to, though he starts to move against her strokes now and again in slow, rolling thrusts ]

[ OK, OK, tightens her grip a bit as she strokes, the other keeping her balanced above him ]

Hh--

[ y....yes that's def. better, maybe he can move the hand that is not occupied with her chest down somewhat lower to hike her dress up her thighs ]

[ she shifts her legs a bit to help him with that. Her strokes on him are now smooth and firm ]

[ quiet grunts, breath catching with each upward stroke, now, his body moving to match her rhythm.... puts his hand between her legs, a fingers sliding right down the middle, two others curving around it. ]

[ She's only half ready herself, but with so much time, that's not so great a concern. She smiles against his mouth, and keeps up the motions of her hand on him ]

[ TINKER CLASS BONUS, +5 FINGER DEXTERITY, HOWEVER STATUS EFFECT: PRETTY GRATE HANDJOB, -4 ALL DEXTERITIES, -3 CONCENTRATION, this is a problem

however at least managing to make a point of moving his fingers back and forth in slow motions, rubbing circles around her entrance and against the very tip of her, though it's a little less than steady ]

[ AERTA IS WINNING!! continues to win my moving her lips a little to nuzzle at the side of his head and ears ]

[ why is this even a competition!!!1 his face turns aside a little more, neck arching slightly towards her ]

....hn...aah...

[ what if he slips a finger inside her while still stroking her clit, what then ]

[ her breathing hitches a little, but her hand stays steady and soft on him,the other hand now moving to stroke his neck briefly before slooooowly trailing down to his chest ]

[ I still have a shirt on that is totally some extra defense right there against your touching 8(

hnngrl just. shifts restlessly under her, bucking up into her hand and making a little frustrated noise in the back of his throat, god he is hard enough to be aching by now. Finger inside her slipping in deeper before curling and pressing against her in uneven pulses ]

[ you do, man that's terrible! well she can still rub him through his shirt and in fact will! ]

[ it's not like that touching is you winning more or anything!!1 ]

...Aerta...

[ just kissing and stroking ]

I...

[ mrnghhff. metal fingers threading into her hair, thighs tensing under her ]

...

[ and then her strokes slow but deepen, grip tightening just a little, as she slides her other hand up under his shirt ]

--aah--hnn--

[ his finger slips out of her and his heels dig into the blanket, trying to thrust up further into her grip, faster, breath hitching and coming out in little wordless sounds with each one, and the chest under her palm is almost feverishly warm. ]

Sweet Chrysos . . .

[ and then after a moment, speeds back up with the tightened grip, the other hand tracing little patterns against his stomach with her nails ]

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