Nnnnno it's good... Leave 'em, I want 'em... Make me yours, okay?
[ she arches eagerly into his mouth, wincing with a short moan when his teeth pinch a particularly sensitive spot. And watching him work with a slightly breathless laugh as he marks her up.
Her legs spread easily with the touch of his hand, and she streches one to curl behind one of his thighs, gently carding one hand through his hair while the other nudges the open condom against his cheek. ]
[ One hand is very busy running over her folds, spreading slick over them before dipping in, but he can free up the other to take that condom and slip it on while leaving another bite high on her chest. ]
[ She gives a sharp little laugh at that, rocking up into the press of his fingers with a shivering moan. She curls her arm around behind his neck, dragging him back down to her once he's finished up with the rubber, so she can press her lips to his cheek and mouth. ]
Plleeeenty of time later... s'fine to gimme a preview for now, right?
[ Another kiss, reaching down with her other hand to curl over the back of his, press his fingers in deeper. ]
[ she is EXCEEDINGLY pleased, feathers fluffed up all ticklish and warm against Graey's cheeks as she meets his lips, a happy giggle that melts into soft little whimpers as his fingers work. She meets his rhythm with expert timing, rocking up to meet his fingers and shiver on her lips, her hand leaving his to press back up under his shirt to feel him up again from belly to pecs. ]
[ Does she know how cute she is, Graey feels incredibly inclined to tell her as much, squirming around in his lap as she is. He shifts his head to nip along her lower lip and jaw again, up to her ear, to do just that. ]
Yer gonna haveta let my fingers go then, sweethear. Nice as them lil sounds o' yers are.
[ -- She laughs, ticklish, that closest wing giving a helpless little flutter against him. But she does as asked, smoothing that hand along the inside of his arm and leaving him free to move it again, still rocking against him even so. ]
[ Her laughter softens into a helpless little giggle, soft in her throat as he settles and pulls out, hands on her hips. She shifts just lightly forward on her knees, curling in against him until her forehead touches his shoulder, both sets of wings fluffed up and quivering as she feels the warmth of his head against her entrance, slick and hot.
[ this sort of praise already seems natural to her, as she presses down and hilts him within her, one hand back on his knee for balance. She gives herself a moment to simply feel him, rolling her hips, indulging in the way the length of him nudges into those deepest places and the feel of his thighs clenching beneath her. And then she lifts again, settling them into a gentle but eager pace, her skin flushed warm and a shuddering gasp on her lips with each thrust. ]
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[ He sucks in another breath, letting her set herself up on top of him and giving her exposed neck and throat the loving and biting attention it deserves for moving so nicely on top of him. His hands squeeze on her hips, helping that movement so she doesn't have to take on all the weight herself, breathing out a hot moan over a bite mark on her neck. ]
these things happen when pussy is involved probably
[ There's a highly appreciative noise at his "assistance", leaning into his hands and letting him hold position as she presses down against him-- it's good, really good, and his teeth certainly give it an edge of pain-pleasure she enjoys more than she can really say.
The sting of the bite and the heat of his mouth and-- everything, everything, already has her pushed so close to the edge she can barely stand it. And frankly she was already close by the time he finally entered her, because she's, well. Just that easy about it. The excitement helps.
Her wings give a little ruffle, and on one downstroke she pauses, squeezing tight around him-- and just breathes deep, calming, closing her eyes in an attempt to bring herself back from that edge. Just for a moment. ]
[ It is very exciting- even if he forgets for a very hot moment that they're out in some public area of the ship instead of anywhere actually private. Can't blame him, Moretta feels damn good and her excitement has him all riled up as well, groaning when she tightens up around him so sharply and stilling himself to stop from falling over the edge as well. Holy shit is she holding him hostage- ]
[ hostage :)!! But no she just genuinely seems to be doing her best to pull back from just immediately coming all over him. thanks for understanding.
She laughs, breathless and happy, and leans foward to just drape her chin over his shoulder and lean her head against his, her arms circling around his back as she slowly begins to grind against him again. Slow, careful. Indulgent. Like there's not a care in the world, not any concern that someone could-- and maybe already has without their notice-- simply turn a corner and see (hear) them fucking. ]
[ That slow grind of hers, careful and indulgent, rattles something in him that's so used to quick and dirty that he has to take a long and shuddery breath to keep it under control. ]
[ there's an eager note in her voice, excited and breathless; it takes a moment of struggling self control not to start riding him in earnest again and chase both of their pleasure.
One of her hands curls in the hair at the base of his neck and the other smooths down, along his spine, digging her nails into his back. She doesn't speed up or change tack, only shifting just enough that she can let his length slip out of her a bit more so she can smoothly take him in deep on the forward grind again. She pants shallow against his neck, wings quivering. ]
-- Let's be good friends. Let's do this more. I can be so good for you...
[ Her wings fluttering is distracting in the best sort of way, unable to help but give in to the desire to tease them with strokes of his fingers, blindly tracing against them. The subtle flex of his hips, pressing himself just that little bit deeper in, is another nice little taste of giving in. ]
From the way she'd been moving her hand back up it kind of seems like she was going to do ssssomething but the renewed attention to her wings derails her entirely, in more ways than one: she whines against his neck, bears down to meet him as he pushes in deep, and the orgasm she'd been trying to hold off takes her entirely by surprise. She clenches tight around him with a shuddering moan, grinding down firm against him, fingers clenched against him and holding herself as close as she can. ]
[ Sorry not sorry for the distraction, it's completely worth it to see and feel her losing it on top of him, holding her through it with a breathless chuckle against those cute ear wings of hers. ]
[ She shudders down against him at the praise, the color high in her cheeks and a bit blotchy down her ears and neck, the wings fluffing under the warmth of his breath. Her grip loosens, just slightly, as she peppers his neck with breathless kisses, warm and sated and taking just a second to get her head back on straight.
Then she leans back, planting her hand against his knee for balance as she carefully lifts along him again, overstimulated muscles fluttering with the tingle of pressure, and sets back into that easy, decadent rock against him again with a laugh in her voice. ]
[ Well he was already having a hard enough time and her slow rock has him building back up toward orgasm right quick. It's clear in his chuckle, strained as it is, and the way his fingers flex against her skin as he rocks back against her. ]
Ain't... rude at all. Personally prefer- Mmn. Ladies first.
[ She looks terribly pleased about the obvious effect the movements have, squeezing around him as she lifts up and presses back down again-- and stays there, rolling her hips forward against him in smooth, slow motions.
Her voice is low, a little strained and more than a bit encouraging, her free hand sliding down his chest to his arm to settle her palm warmly in the crook of his elbow, thumb feeling the way his muscles shift as he grips her. ]
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[ she arches eagerly into his mouth, wincing with a short moan when his teeth pinch a particularly sensitive spot. And watching him work with a slightly breathless laugh as he marks her up.
Her legs spread easily with the touch of his hand, and she streches one to curl behind one of his thighs, gently carding one hand through his hair while the other nudges the open condom against his cheek. ]
I can't reach from here, y'know.
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[ One hand is very busy running over her folds, spreading slick over them before dipping in, but he can free up the other to take that condom and slip it on while leaving another bite high on her chest. ]
Shame we can't take our time with it.
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Plleeeenty of time later... s'fine to gimme a preview for now, right?
[ Another kiss, reaching down with her other hand to curl over the back of his, press his fingers in deeper. ]
I want you.
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[ Spreading his fingers inside of her with a few more rocks in, building a rhythm while meeting her lips with indulgent kiss after kiss. ]
Reckon I can manage that.
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Mmmm... good... good, so gimme--
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Yer gonna haveta let my fingers go then, sweethear. Nice as them lil sounds o' yers are.
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But I love them, I think.
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[ He'll finally pull his fingers away though, giving himself a few strokes before getting his hands on her hips to line himself up. ]
Fer now, ya got somethin' else that needs a lil o' yer love.
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She doesn't want to be patient but-- well-- ]
Mmm... Can I? Have all of it...?
[ it's cuter to ask, right. ]
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[ He'll turn his head to nip at her ear wings when they're so conveniently shifted closer, letting an airy laugh blow against the feathers. ]
All yers fer the takin', darlin'.
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[ that wing shudders under his mouth, and she reaches down to curl her hand around his cock, giving him a lingering stroke as she holds him steady--
-- And carefully sinks down on him with a long, shuddering moan, breath hot against his shoulder. ]
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Aaah, fuck...
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Mnn-- good... good boy...
[ this sort of praise already seems natural to her, as she presses down and hilts him within her, one hand back on his knee for balance. She gives herself a moment to simply feel him, rolling her hips, indulging in the way the length of him nudges into those deepest places and the feel of his thighs clenching beneath her. And then she lifts again, settling them into a gentle but eager pace, her skin flushed warm and a shuddering gasp on her lips with each thrust. ]
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Fuck yesss...
[ He sucks in another breath, letting her set herself up on top of him and giving her exposed neck and throat the loving and biting attention it deserves for moving so nicely on top of him. His hands squeeze on her hips, helping that movement so she doesn't have to take on all the weight herself, breathing out a hot moan over a bite mark on her neck. ]
these things happen when pussy is involved probably
[ There's a highly appreciative noise at his "assistance", leaning into his hands and letting him hold position as she presses down against him-- it's good, really good, and his teeth certainly give it an edge of pain-pleasure she enjoys more than she can really say.
The sting of the bite and the heat of his mouth and-- everything, everything, already has her pushed so close to the edge she can barely stand it. And frankly she was already close by the time he finally entered her, because she's, well. Just that easy about it. The excitement helps.
Her wings give a little ruffle, and on one downstroke she pauses, squeezing tight around him-- and just breathes deep, calming, closing her eyes in an attempt to bring herself back from that edge. Just for a moment. ]
Fuck. Nick...
these things happen when it's me vs my threads-
Ha- hahah, yer gonna be the death o' me, huh?
i believe in you always
She laughs, breathless and happy, and leans foward to just drape her chin over his shoulder and lean her head against his, her arms circling around his back as she slowly begins to grind against him again. Slow, careful. Indulgent. Like there's not a care in the world, not any concern that someone could-- and maybe already has without their notice-- simply turn a corner and see (hear) them fucking. ]
Mmm... I'd be honored to be.
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[ That slow grind of hers, careful and indulgent, rattles something in him that's so used to quick and dirty that he has to take a long and shuddery breath to keep it under control. ]
Aah... fuckin' hell, jus' like that sweetheart.
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[ there's an eager note in her voice, excited and breathless; it takes a moment of struggling self control not to start riding him in earnest again and chase both of their pleasure.
One of her hands curls in the hair at the base of his neck and the other smooths down, along his spine, digging her nails into his back. She doesn't speed up or change tack, only shifting just enough that she can let his length slip out of her a bit more so she can smoothly take him in deep on the forward grind again. She pants shallow against his neck, wings quivering. ]
-- Let's be good friends. Let's do this more. I can be so good for you...
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Oh darlin' anytime.
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From the way she'd been moving her hand back up it kind of seems like she was going to do ssssomething but the renewed attention to her wings derails her entirely, in more ways than one: she whines against his neck, bears down to meet him as he pushes in deep, and the orgasm she'd been trying to hold off takes her entirely by surprise. She clenches tight around him with a shuddering moan, grinding down firm against him, fingers clenched against him and holding herself as close as she can. ]
Ohhhhhhh fuck. Fuck, yes...
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That's it, darlin'... Hah, damn, that's so good.
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Then she leans back, planting her hand against his knee for balance as she carefully lifts along him again, overstimulated muscles fluttering with the tingle of pressure, and sets back into that easy, decadent rock against him again with a laugh in her voice. ]
Sorry... s'rude of me to go-- first.
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Ain't... rude at all. Personally prefer- Mmn. Ladies first.
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[ She looks terribly pleased about the obvious effect the movements have, squeezing around him as she lifts up and presses back down again-- and stays there, rolling her hips forward against him in smooth, slow motions.
Her voice is low, a little strained and more than a bit encouraging, her free hand sliding down his chest to his arm to settle her palm warmly in the crook of his elbow, thumb feeling the way his muscles shift as he grips her. ]
C-come on, gorgeous. Wanna feel you...
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