[ 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 ]
[ 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 ]
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 ]
[ 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 ]
[ 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 ]
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 ]
[ her eyes open only a moment before fluttering back closed. She lets out a shakeup breath through her mouth, savoring the sensation of him inside her ]
[ moves it around a bit, just feeling her in turn. Lifts his head from her chest, warm breath ghosting over damp skin, but keeps other fingers moving against her entrance and her other breast as he slides that finger further in, as far as it can go, curving it lightly against her ]
[ the sounds she makes is somewhere between a sigh and a moan, all warmth and pleasure. but one as attuned to working with his hands may have noticed just the slightest hitch as his finger passed over one point in particular ]
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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 ]
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shift to allow his leg between hers as she spreads out beneath him ]
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...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 ]
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but no he is going to shift lower and duck his head and take a breast into his mouth ]
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[ that close he can hear the flutter of his heart and taste the slightly-inhuman scent of her. she arches into him again ]
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pushes a bit to draw hooded skin back and lightly, lightly brushes the end of a finger over her tip ]
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[ yes OK grippin at the shoulders then. ]
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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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Chrysos- . . . !
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aaand slipping a finger inside of her ]
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what if he went back to that spot and just sort of casually flicked the tip of his finger against it ]
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Aah! -Chrysos!
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[ ducks his head a bit, but probably not before she gets a glimpse of him actually smiling, a little awkward but still just. well. happy? maybe
runs his finger slowly over the spot this time, pressing a little harder and easing up ]
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