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[ 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 ]

[ her breath catches again and this time it's her whole body that twitches under him. her hands press against him, urging him on ]

Chrysos- . . . !

[ continues kissing and teasing and stroking then, though he keeps everything light and slow. Eyes lifting for a moment to watch her face

aaand slipping a finger inside of her ]

[ 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 ]

[ ...aha I see there is an 80% chance of having located the Area of Special Interest, Lady's Edition

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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[ well she might have a whole-body jerk and a bit of a breathy laugh ]

Aah! -Chrysos!

...heh...

[ 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 ]

[ oh no she saw that and it's cute ^/////^ she's trying to ease herself back down onto the blanket but somehow can't quite still herself under his touch, and her breathing is now mostly in soft gasps ]

[ shhh you 8[ continues pulsing his finger slowly against her for a while, then pulls out a bit to slip two fingers in this time, resuming the same pace as he lowers his mouth to her breast again. His own breath catching as a Something of his inadvertantly brushes against her thigh ]

Good- aah- right there . . . !

[ her hands tense on his shoulders and she bucks her hips up into his hand. The mouth on her breast however, garnishes a soft keen in her already quite expressive breath ]

...Aerta...

[ his fingers quicken, rolling and pressing firm against her, over and over, thumb stretching to rub against her tip in tandem. Metal hand still keeping up its attention on one breast, he suckles in earnest on the other, tongue running over the nipple ]

Fires above, Chrysos- keep going, keep going-

[ her knees start shaking, knocking into his hips. Bare feet tangle in the blankest as she struggles to brace herself someway, anyway blossoms are open wide in her hair. ]

[ well, if the lady says so, suppose he'll have to just keep going then. Spreads his knees further apart, moving his thighs to have her brace hers against, his own toes digging into the blanket ]

[ her hands to, now shake on his shoulders as she grips him. she's muttering in Lacertan, urging him on, whispering "almost, almost-" ]

[ thrusts his fingers one more time and twists against that spot ]

[ and with a gasp, her sex begins to clench around his hand. her whole body trembles under him, humming with energy ]

Chrysos . . . ♥!

[ doesn't stop, though his fingerjoints are burning by now he keeps going, trying to keep her there as long as he can, or bring her back to it again and again ]

[ she's still shaking but that trembling breath turns to shaking laughter, as she holds him against her ]

[ ...slows to a stop then, pulling out of her, and reaches to the side to wipe his hand off on his shirt. Lifts his head from her chest, metal hand sliding off her to brace against the blanket instead and push himself up a bit, so he can flop beside and put his arm round her ]

[ she will . . . react to that . . . in a moment ]

[ that's ok just holding and slow petting time ]

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