themightybosstone

[ oh okay yeah. Asking him was simultaneously too much and exactly the right option with how his eager expression drives that want down to her crotch with sharp heat. Her tail starts to wag again, eager and nervous.

His mouth on her-- she thinks about the feel of his rough tongue, and... ]

Yyyes. Yes. Okay.

YES!!!

[He wraps his arms around her and just... sort of picks her up and turns, to set her on the mattress. He kneels over her, his own tail swishing through the air like he's hunting.]

I'm going to make you feel SO good.

[ it's really hard to articulate how it feels to have him above her like that, eager and intent. Her ears and tail supply some of that for her, fortunately, pressing back against her head and tucking submissively between her legs but still wagging hard all nervous and excited and happy energy rather than something like fear.

She reaches for his face regardless to pull him down to kiss, color high in her face and. Frankly. Unable to meet those words with a verbal response that isn't just OKAY!! YEAH!!! ]

[She'd always been a LITTLE hard for him to read, reserved in one moment and enthusiastic in the next. And suddenly, all of the mystery is just gone into one delicious green light.

And slightly dangerous because that submissive cant just pulls up SO many ideas they hadn't talked about and-

Honestly, they don't talk about anything really because SHE'S BEEN HARD TO READ but he's KISSING HER and EVERYTHING IS GREAT RIGHT NOW. He settles on his elbows, leveraging a little weight on her, arms forming a cage around her head.

For right now, kissing her, feeling her tongue, listening to her breathing and heart is about the most important thing he can think of.]

[ Her heart is beating a mile a minute and she's breathless even from just this much-- She exhales a soft whine whenever they part for just a moment, before pressing back in, lips parted and eager to taste him, her hands curling into his hair.

The bit of weight pressed on her is-- nice. Good, and though she tenses a bit she doesn't feel trapped by him-- if her mind was in the place for it she could still think of half a dozen ways to escape the position, but as it is she sincerely has no desire to. What she does do, though, is spread her legs for him so he can settle between them more easily, even as her fingers creep up towards his ears. ]

[He gives a little rolling push between her thighs. With the layers of fabric between them, it's little more than pressure and friction, but a lot of both. The next break in the kiss just gets the start of a purr, as he noses at the side of her neck, grinning like an idiot.]

Val, you are SO good.

[Which is about all he gets before she finds his ears.]

[ The weight, the friction, the strength of him as he rolls against her-- it's such a different experience from Aphelios, who almost fits like he was designed to. It presses her into the sheets, and she groans soft against his mouth, lifting to meet that pressure with her own, her tail thumping against his thigh with nervous, excited wags.

She gasps for breath when he parts again, rubbing fondly at his ears-- she wishes she could meet that purr with her own, somehow, but she's still human despite all of this. But she's red and smiling and tilting her head a little to give him better neck access, pulse beating hard with anticipation under her skin. ]

You're one to talk...

Mmm? [It's more of an obligatory sound than a question, the pulling and pressure on his ears more than enough to narrow his field of perception down to just a few points, the eager way she pushes back up against him, and the little nip he pulls at her skin.]

[ she gasps, light, at the nip-- enough to send little sparks of alarm over her skin but not to stir automatic reaction. She does leave off rubbing his ears too much though-- now that she knows how it feels she understands how it narrows all feeling down to Just That, and she doesn't want to distract him TOO much when she's so eager.

She gives his ear a nice little tug before dragging her hands through his hair, then down between them, dragging his shirt up with her fingers. She presses soft, affectionate little kisses along the curve of his neck as well, since it's about all she can reach in this position. ]

[It really IS Just That for a moment, broken by the tug of cloth and the presses of affection.

He grins, and pulls his shirt off the rest of the way. Then, leans out, reaching for where he'd put a small stack of towels by the bed, freshly laundered. This boy has never been more happy to do chores.]

Lets get all that off you...

[ we're PREPARED for once

Her tail beats quickly against the blankets for a moment, both in appreciation of !catboy titty! and the idea of being undressed herself. She does reach up to smooth her hands against his skin, just for a bit, before she has to start helping him remove layers. Her ears still have that happy, submissive tuck to them, her face warm. ]

Yes, please.

[ENOUGH UNPREPAREDS HAVE GONE BY!!

He stretches a little under that planing of her hands, happy to enjoy her attention. But really, most of it is on her, herself. He takes his time, fingers and lips warming skin where the clothes are peeled off.

He only pauses a moment to look at her face (her ears), before pulling her panties down and off. Yeah, he's just going to lick his lips, and the heavy rumble of a purr fills the air before he sinks down.]

[ She honestly doesn't really know what to do when most of that attention is on her-- she stretches a little under it herself, shifting obediently to help him remove her shirt or bra or pants or however he needs her maneuvered, only struggling with the latter due to tail now existing that won't stop wagging.

Which does pose a minor problem, in that both from the position and her nerves she has to put like, actual effort into not letting her tail completely curl between her legs. When he looks up to check, though, he'll find her ears sort of... half-cocked, perking forward and quickly flicking back again as he touches her, caught somewhere between embarrassment and very clear interest. She reluctantly lets him sink down and take her panties with him, shivering at that purr, and-- ]

Not interested in washing the sheets, this time?

[ -- apparently deciding that the best way to break her tension is with a stupid joke because holy shit, he's actually going to do this. ]

[He laughs at that, though. The grin holds, satisfied, as he slides his hands under her hips. The tail is SO tempting, so tempting. He LOVES this part of her and every part of her but he can wait a LITTLE to see how it adds.]

I'm putting down 3 to 1 odds we need to wash them anyway.

[His ears stay up, as if listening for an answer as he dips down. It's like a savouring taste, parting the lips and dragging slowly- broad, flat and the odd roughness tugging gently in its wake, across the sensitive skin and rim, finishing this pass with a little swirl around her clit.]

[ she flusters deeply as he moves down, her ears perked with interest and embarrassment as she watches him.

Maybe she had a response loaded up. It's hard to say because the feeling of his tongue, hot and rough against her, rips away any thought she could have had. Even as wet as she already is it's a lot of sensation at once, and she gives a bit of an encouraging, strangled noise as her hips lift towards him. Her head however just thumps back against the sheets, one hand tangling in them for purchase but the other reaching down to smooth into Sett's hair. ]

[That response is like, five million brain chemicals at once and ALL of them the rewarding happy kind. THANK YOU FOR THIS MEAL!!

He shifts to helping brace her hips with one hand, and the other coming up to draw a lazy, too-light circle on her clit, while he enjoys himself here. Does she like a little sucking tug on the labia, is it better to just put his face right in and see how far his tongue goes? Does the chin being right there pushing help the rumbling purr go right up the pelvis?

This an other questions really only can be answered by trying it out! It's science.]

[ If the question is "Does she like...?" the answer is undoubtedly "HELL yes" to almost anything he does, because every little movement gets some sort of positive reaction. The pad of his finger on her clit, a subtle roll into the feeling. The sucking tug, a sharp little gasp and a jerk. Pressing his face in, his tongue in, where she can feel the soft rasp of it against the sensitive flesh draws a helpless little noise from her throat, and the consistent rumble of his purrs is really just. It's so.

It really, really doesn't take long to reduce her to a bit of a shivering, whimpering mess, thighs flexing against the sides of his head with the effort not to squeeze around him. Her fingers in his hair seem to be doing their very best NOT to grip, trembling but gentle over his head and ears, her own pressed back into her hair and gaze a little unfocused as she watches him. ]

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[He LOVES this. He could spend years down here, chasing what gets the shudders tightening her thighs or the little pulls urging. He just wants to find what makes certain noises, like a musician playing a new instrument and falling in love with all parts of it.

He lets her get messy, shifting to new angles as trembling, soft fingers touches his ears or threads through his hair instead of yanking. She's so good, she's SO good. It's a little happy mantra sliding through his thoughts.

It's only when he turns to licking and sucking at her clit that he FINALLY... finally starts massaging the base of her tail almost in the same rhythm.]

[ It's. Driving her kind of crazy, honestly. The texture of his tongue and lips and the suction and even the very barest hint of a fang against her skin makes her press up eagerly into his mouth, trying to match his rhythm, tense against the sheets. It's a slow, lovely build of pleasure, despite it all; it coils soft and warm in her, tingling all up and down her spine, stoking new warmth in places she didn't have before like her tail and ears.

Or, well, it was a slow build. Speaking of tail, when he starts rubbing the base of it-- the still-new pleasure is almost electric in its intensity, and just as surprising. He presses that button, rubs that rough tongue against her clit, and it jolts up through her so violently it almost hurts. She bucks up against him with a high, desperate whine, panting his name, and only just barely manages to yank her hands back before she catches his hair in her fist, covering her head with both arms. His head (fortunately??) cannot escape being squeezed by her thighs though sorry. ]

Se-- hett!

[Right now? Who gives a shit about breathing. That desperate, full body clench around him is EVERYTHING he wanted, and the broken cry just thuds through his dick. That massage just presses and rubs in time with the way his tongue dives in, flat enough to lap, and strong enough to press, letting his face press against her, let her motions take what they want from him.

He's happy to give it all.]

[ It doesn't take much more of that-- that insistent push, the pressure of his fingers, and it's less that she's pushed over the edge so much as thrown. Orgasm crashes down on her and she gives out a choked sob of a cry, loud and sharp, convulsing under his mouth.

Her thighs so finally relax enough to release him, and hopefully he's decided to have mercy on her, because "coming down" seems to be a bit of a far dream at the moment-- she keeps her arms over her head as she whimpers softly, her whole body trembling. Her ears and tail have tucked a little bit again, and she does eventually manage to talk, even if it's a little. Slurred. ]

O-okay... okaaay...

[Sett's face is two things right now, EXTREMELY PLEASED, and glistening wet. He does indeed give her some mercy, lowering her back to the towels. He doesn't bother to grab one himself yet, just wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and lazily licks it back off like a cat with cream.

Honestly, literally right now.]

Oh, I could do that all night.

[ she moans-- it's meant to be more of a groan but she can't really keep the high note out of her voice right now, even as she wipes a bit of teariness out of her eyes. Her ears press down against her hair, but... her tail does wag a bit. ]

Oh... oh, please don't. Please. I'll die.

[ ... she does watch him lick his hand, sees his face, and realizes what he's doing-- and makes a bit of a strangled noise, her face bright red but ears perked forward in interest. Oh my god.]

[It's after his fill he gets the towel, cleaning off the rest, before flopping down beside her.]

I wont- I wont. That was REAL fun though.

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