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[ 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 ]

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

[ she twitches a bit under him and mumbles through the kiss ]

. . . skin . . . mm, under dress . . .

[ well ok. moving down to slide his hand under the skirt of that dress and hike it up a little more, ghosting slow over her belly and ribs... then taking hold of her breast again, gentle yet firm, though not touching the tip, not yet :x ]

[ oh. cold. we always forget the cold. the muscles in her stomach and then chest clench and her whole body squirms under the light touch. ]

Aaah- . . . mmhmm . . .

[ steel warms up faster than iron, at least, and he doesn't let up on kissing her as his hand continues to slowly knead her breast, thumb and forefinger eventually sliding up to take her nipple between them, oh so very lightly ]

[ closes her eyes and hums against his mouth again, kissing back lazily ]

[ makeouts and groping may continue a little while longer. his other arm shifts a bit so he can run his fingers on the side of her face and neck ]

[ it's OK makeouts and groping are frankly awesome. trying to lean into the touch more firmly without leaning away from his kiss and just in general trying to push herself against him more, more ]

[ yessss it is Chrys's turn to win at sex >(!!

lowering himself further to lie part of his boy over hers, though still keeping most of his weight off her, and draws a knee up just a bit more to press his thigh between her legs ]

[ still adorable 'v'

shift to allow his leg between hers as she spreads out beneath him ]

[ 8( have a clothed leg slowly grinding against you then

...eventually breaks away from kissing and sits upright for a moment, taking his hand off her to yank his own shirt over his head and off, draping it over a root. And leans down to push her dress up further over her chest ]

Ah, a good choice.

... [ for a moment his expression is just why does that sound like I can't make good touching choices

but no he is going to shift lower and duck his head and take a breast into his mouth ]

Well, not that- aaah . . . !

[ that close he can hear the flutter of his heart and taste the slightly-inhuman scent of her. she arches into him again ]

[ it's familiar scent to him by now, and he hums quietly as he sucks on and teases at the nipple with the tips of tongue and teeth. his metal hand goes back to covering her other breast, resuming where it left off before, while his good hand slips down and between her legs, running a finger over her entrance ]

[ yes that. that's a thing to do. her breath hitches and comes out as a soft groan as she shifts her legs a bit more open for him. her hands go gently to his shoulders ]

[ rubbing one finger, then two over the soft folds, but not quite slipping them into her, just maintaining a slow, steady rhythm ]

[ this time his fingers will find her wet and wanting. her fingers tens on him for a moment, before she groans again and wills them to relax ]

[ it's ok his muscles are super robust for any dramatic gripping necessary

pushes a bit to draw hooded skin back and lightly, lightly brushes the end of a finger over her tip ]

Aah- good-

[ yes OK grippin at the shoulders then. ]

[ winning 8X

does it again, and again, with deliberate and long pauses between each time, spent running other fingers over her folds, on her breast. the fourth time he takes her nipple between his teeth-- carefully, carefully-- at the same time, touching his tongue to it ]

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