devotedtothecore

[ 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 ]

[ it doesn't take that much more-- and there's an abrupt stiffening of limbs and body, fingers tight on the back of her neck, his head thrown back ]

A--erta--! Aah, ah--

[ and spasms, spilling into her hand ]

[ she keeps petting through his orgasm, murmering little Lacertan praises to him as he comes ]

[ groans low and long, and his hips jerk again, and again, and a few more times before he sinks back onto the blanket, eyes closed and breathing heavily, softening in her grip ]

...

[ waiting until he's done, then pulls back just long enough to reach over and wipe her hand against the roots then rolls back to kiss his nose ]

[ ...ffnghn

just laying boneless a little while longer ok, no biggie ]

[ this is my chrysos and he took me to snuggle by a tree and now I will snuggle him because i loev him '3' ]

[ yes ok snuggles are good and nice and a thing I can do it is just like, flopping both arms over you and letting gravity handle the rest. And maybe kissing the top of your head if it is reachable

...

what about you tho ]

[ top of head is reachable yes! ]

Ah? What's that look for, hmm?

...you haven't...

[ mrghl mrghl into her hair ]

[ 'w' ]

Oh, I suppose I haven't yet~ Mm, it's all right if you're a little worn out though. I am a Lacertan, after all.

[ twitch

grabs her shoulders and rolls them both over >(! ]

Oof! Oh my! An ambitious start . . .

[ propping his arms on the blanket instead and putting his knees someplace non-pokey and you can't make any more comments if I cover your mouth with mine can you 8T ]

[ well no I suppose I can't, but I could run my clean hand up your arm. ]

[ acceptable! it can just be the other arm that works on bringing a metal hand to a breast, cupping and squeezing lightly in tandem with serious makeouts ]

[ sucks in a breath at the coolness and strength or the mechanical fingers that can be felt even through her sundress, and the hand on his arm keep tracing encouragement with her fingertips ]

Edited 2012-11-04 21:22 (UTC)

[ fingertips you say. liiightly brushing one of his against her nipple ]

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