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[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.

[ a little disappointed when he cleans his face off... he looked so good messy...

... her tail starts wagging again though when he lays down, and she gently tugs him over her so she can kiss him more easily. Partially because this is a socially acceptable way to taste herself but also because-- she parts to speak-- ]

Isn't it your turn now...? I can't just leave you like this.

[BOTH EARS POP UP, eyes bright as she breaks the kiss.]

Oh I am NOT gonna say no to that!

[ wag wag wag. she licks her lips, reaching up into his hair to gently scritch at the base of his ears as she considers. Her leg does shift, a bit, between his thighs. ]

Mm... could we--

[ a pause. well-- if she wasn't relaxed before she certainly was now, so... surely... oh, but-- the condoms... ... well it's fine as long as he pulls out, right.

She seems a bit too embarrassed to continue that train of thought out loud, though, and instead just kisses him again, reaching down to curl her hand around him and mumble against his mouth. ]

Do you want-- um. ... Could we try. I mean, if you could go slowly...

[It's going to take a second here. Between the rubbing at his ears or the attention between his legs- his brain has hung up, sinking into all of that good sensation. He pushes against her thigh, then her hand, cheeks flushed and lips parted when she pulls back to mumble.

His hands are already fondling her-]

Yeaaah I'll be nice if you wanna. [Wait. He lifts his head, holding one of her hands to slow down that petting.] You... sure?

[ She really loves it when he just melts like that, but she fortunately does leave off on his ears at least, when he holds her hand, angling instead to thread her fingers between his. The hand on his cock slows a bit too, her fingers rubbing delicately over the spines, as if debating them.

She ducks her head a little, red with embarrassment. ]

I... mm. Um. I've been trying to think of-- how, because you are so big, and... it was really good, with Aphelios, and he's not small at all either. I do feel I at least owe it to you to try-- or, no, it's more--

[ Flusters, ears low against her head. But her tail still gives nervous little thumps against the blankets, even as she thunks her forehead against his chest. ]

-- I want you. It's a little scary and-- and I don't know how these... spikes are going to feel, or if they'll hurt, or something, but I want to find out.

[ a beat. ]

... And the only other way I could think of doing this was if-- maybe if Aphelios had me first, it would make it easier, but when it's the three of us we're kind of... you know.

[He stares down at her while she works through it. At first, he was absolutely about to suggest something else, the idea of it being owed to him was- not one he was big on.

But as she continues, hell, she can FEEL the way the words effect him, the tensing of his stomach, the twitch in her hands gently pulling those spines, the shudder around her, and the little whine.

She absolutely set out to PREPARE for this and he's just THUNDERSTRUCK with the idea of it, and aroused out of his damn mind.]

Excited? [REALLY EXCITED. Uncoordinated? Occasionally reckless.

Shit. Condoms.]

Uhhh, we prolly need a raincheck, though.

[ Ohhhh that's nice. She rewards that twitch, the whine, with a nice squeeze and a stroke, eager even as she speaks. ]

Right-- excited, and... And we tend to finish each other before we can...

[ But she pauses-- and stares at him, vaguely distraught ]

A-- raincheck? You don't want to?

[HE LIKES REWARDS THANK YOU VERY MUCH.]

No! I WANT TO! [He wants to SO MUCH.]

It's kind of some weird horror apocalypse town and I've been hunting for toilet paper, not rubbers! [HE HATES HIS PRIORITIES SO MUCH RIGHT NOW.]

[ oh. okay so he had the same though that's actually... really reassuring?

They should be good. Rather, she should be good. He's already being good and yet, she wants-- god, she wants. Is this the sort of thing she's supposed to want? Really?

More than anything-- she wants him to feel good. She nuzzles into his neck, face hot. ]

We've... We have some at Gluttony, but I--

...

You could just-- pull out? Right?

[HE CAN ONLY BE SO STRONG. That last bit of willpower snaps as she says that, nuzzling his neck.

Soundlessly he nods, EXUBERANTLY, face going very red.]

[ //// okay. okay. her tail picks up the pace, low and nervous against her legs, her ears seemingly unable to settle between interest and uncertainty and VERY interested, and--

she rubs the pad of her thumb over those spines again, feeling the way they gently catch against her skin as she tilts her head up to kiss his jaw-- his red cheeks. ]

... And it would be hard to-- feel these. With something on.

[Between the touch, the little pull that he feels the other side of, and the WORDS, he is practically vibrating at her command.

He just breaths out, and takes her hand off his dick, licking the pre off of her fingers, one at a time.]

You gotta- Gimmmie a sec. [His other hand slides up her thigh. AS MUCH AS HE REALLY WANTS TO JUST PULL HER ON TOP AND LET HER SET THE PACE...]

[ oh-- her face burns watching him do that, gently pressing her fingers down against his tongue when he licks and just kind of... marveling at the sensation. Or the sight. Or both.

But she shifts her thigh open a little for him as he smooths his hand up along it, relaxed and pliant, even if her heart is going a mile a minute. Even with horny brain she does-- give all of this some due consideration. ]

... If you're too close already...?

[He tries to answer with his tongue pressed down. All it really does is brush her fingers against the long curve of his fangs.]

Sfine. [It's slurred but easily enough to tell, before he goes back to treating her fingers.]

[His, however, presses one into her folds pressing along the walls in a gentle stretch.]

[ Well the one good thing about her having come first is that she IS still slick and soft and relaxed under him; that finger meets much less resistance than the first time they did this, and she shudders, lifting her hips to eagerly meet him.

She doesn't really seem to mind that her hand's gotten a bit slobbery as she presses her finger to the point of his fang and draws it out of his mouth, idly rubbing saliva off of his lips with the dry heel of her palm. Mostly so she can draw him back down to her face and kiss him, humming softly against his lips and trailing hers up, over his cheek again and to his temple. ]

[Yeah, he just follows her implicit commands easily, eagerly, lead by his teeth, literally. He happily sinks into the kiss, their taste on his lips and tongue.

This time he gives some warning about that second finger, leaving it rubbing at her entrance.]

[ it is MUCH APPRECIATED, even though she feels it and-- laughs, a little, into his hair, even as she presses up against his touch, her tail thumping slowly between her thighs.

She curls her arms around his neck as he works, rocking slowly up against his hand and nuzzling at the base of his ear, breath soft and warm over his fur. ]

I remembered, I remembered. [He does sound proud of himself because HONESTLY HE IS REALLY DISTRACTED RIGHT NOW. He grins at her laugh and stoops again to kiss her, long and thoroughly before pulling out his fingers.]

Sooo... If ah... you wanna try. We can stop if it's not fun.

You're so, so good.

[ she manages to mumble it against his mouth before he seals that kiss, groaning into his mouth-- the pressure of those fingers is so good, and it's truly not long at all before she feels that coil of heat begin to tighten in her again, eager and waiting.

She exhales softly when they part, dragging her hands down his chest again and dragging the pads of her thumbs over his nipples as she moves them down to his abs. She DOES resist grabbing his cock again, though she looks down his body with an embarrassed, but appreciative and faintly... hungry look. ]

... I want you. It's okay.

[That mumbled praise is SO good. His own tail curls right at the tip in a happy little coil, little trembles of excitement running down it.]

I want you too. SOooooooOO much. [He is going to shift himself up, arranging himself crosslegged before tugging her up into his lap with all of the brimming energy of YESSSSS! personified. There is that instinct to push down, to slide between her legs and sink in, but... at least like this she can hold on, push down at her own pace. All of the willpower that comes from he REALLY REALLY REALLY WANTS THIS TO HAPPEN AGAIN.]

Oh--

[ she flusters deeply, apparently not expecting to be tugged up like that-- and she settles in his lap, straddling his hips. Somehow it's more intimidating like this, feeling smaller in his lap, even as she shifts her hand to hold his shoulder while the other curls delicately around his length. But it's pretty clear why he chose this position-- the same reason Aphelios did, honestly, and the consideration warms her cheeks as much as the situation itself does.

She does hesitate, though. Just for a moment, lining him up and rubbing his head against her lips, testing the way the spines catch against her skin and making a soft, shivering noise at the feeling. But it's just that moment before she presses her face to his collar and sinks down against him.

And oh, he is big. The stretch is-- good, great, a little painful in the way a really intense massage might be? No, that makes no sense. What the hell is she even trying to compare it for? It's not terribly much worse than his fingers, truly, and if anything the want in her intensifies the sparks of pleasure with in her, the drive to be filled more.

Somewhere, distantly, she thinks: oh. He likes it when I talk, too, and manages to sort of-- gasp out. ]

G-good-- good boy...

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