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[othellovonryan]

"Yello yello, you're conversing with Donatello, inventor extraordinaire. Leave a message after the beep and I'll be with you soon enough."

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[othellovonryan]

[CHIRP]

[FOLLOWED BY AN]

[EXTREMELY LONG SILENCE[

[bluediligence]

[ oho ]

[ WAITING HIM OUT, raising an eyebrow but not verbally pushing one way or another ]

[ ... more than she already has, anyway. ]

[othellovonryan]

....there aren't any eyes on us.

And it...

It is still scarf weather.

[bluediligence]

[ a flash of a grin ]

You'd have to show me where you want me.

[ what with the blindness. ]

[othellovonryan]

[There is another pause and]

[There is a thought and there is Mixed Thoughts because well, it IS scarf weather, he can wear things around his neck, even in Robin's Egg because its COLD.]

[There's just also been a lot of hits On His Neck.]

[But maybe it would be good to do the fuzzy anxiety with it so it doesn't have to be Yet Another Goddamn Problem He Has.]

[He lets out a shaky breath and a hand is going to her shoulder, the other to her hair to pull her closer.]

Come here.

[bluediligence]

[ Hums softly, following the pull ]

[othellovonryan]

[He takes a shuddering breath, pulling her head to his neck, tilting his head back.]

There.

[bluediligence]

[ oh. oh, he's really - he'd actually let her - ]

[ let her ]

[ nuzzles softly, her voice dipping lower ]

Mind if I try a kiss first?

[othellovonryan]

[He hums.] Don't. Don't tease too long. I'm.

I'm doing a thing.

But okay.

[bluediligence]

'kay.

[ she settles for just one kiss, soft and affectionate, with a rumbling churr of a coo. she lingers for a moment, then switches lips for teeth as she bites down. ]

[othellovonryan]

[He shivers at the kiss, breathing shallow. Its fine, he's fine. It feels nice, and it doesn't hurt like the last things on his neck-]

[Then there's teeth and he breathes in sharply. His hands clutch at her, pulling her close, a shiver rolling down his body as he churrs loudly.]

[bluediligence]

[ He gets one of her softer, more birdlike churrs in return as she eases off the bite, gently kissing the mark once, twice, three times. ]

[othellovonryan]

[He's breathing heavier now, churring and trilling in a hazy tone. He shivers at the kisses, tugging at her hair with every kiss.] Please-

[bluediligence]

Yeah? [ with her lips still brushing his skin, ] Tell me what you need.

[othellovonryan]

[That is a lot more thought then his brain is currently providing him. What does he need?]

You. [Pulling her closer.]

[bluediligence]

You've got me. [ a little laugh, slightly breathy and so fond.

settles her weight on him, with another kiss. two kisses.

a soft nip ]

[othellovonryan]

[He whines, toes curling, tugging at her hair. He shifts closer to her, his other hand moving along her side.]

Keep. Keep going.

[bluediligence]

[ he was doing something, he said — but she trusts him to stop her if he needs her to, and she's right here, she's so close, she'll know if she accidentally crosses a line …

so she does as he asks, trailing kisses, nips, and gentle bites along his neck, seeking out more of those reactions ]

[othellovonryan]

[There are more bites, mixed with soft kisses. A contrast of the gentle affection with the sharp pleasurable pain.]

[It makes his brain buzz, the want for closeness, the haze that muffles his anxiety, that make him go more boneless against her, save for the hands that cling to her because he can't stand the thought of her pulling away.]

[Churring and trilling, words devolving into eager chirps, fist loosening and clenching in her hair in turn.]

[bluediligence]

[ it's almost like kneading. this turtle is secretly part cat.

it feels good though; he's not the only one melting, sinking into this, into him with a shaky sigh of relief and pleasure. she's not going anywhere. he wants this. wants her. she can't see him but she can feel how much he's enjoying the attention, and she's more than happy to keep it up. ]

[othellovonryan]

[This turtle is definitely secretly a cat.]

[He's starting to squirm under her, legs curling up around her, only hindered by the weighted blanket. Hand running up to her back, moving up and down, the other tugging at her hair with every bite, pulling whines from him.]

[He's lost in the feeling. His mind a haze of an instinctive buzz of pleasure and want and safety.]

[bluediligence]

[ Good blanket. Safety blanket.

She slowly starts to ease off on the bites, tapering until there are only kisses left. And even then she lingers close, making no attempt to pull back — not that she could, with his hand anchored in her hair like that. ]

[othellovonryan]

[He's shivering under her, breathing hot and heavy, fingers still kneading her hair with tight tugs to gentle petting. Chest vibrating with churrs and trills.]

Choco... [A pleading murmur, hand moving up between her wings, lightly scratching down her spine.]

[bluediligence]

[ Her very much exposed spine, because she's shirtless, hhhhheck

it's hardly the most risque touch they've shared so far, but the delicate scratch against bare skin makes her shiver ]

Yeah...? [ another kiss, gentle and lingering, over one of the marks she's left. ]

[othellovonryan]

Teeth good. [Voice hazy, breathless.] Kisses good.

[With the rush of hormones, he can't even remember why he was worried about his neck. Choco would never hurt him, only make him feel good, and even having to fix her injuries, it was okay. She was okay. They were okay. They were okay. They were safe.]

[They were good, with the pleasured haze.]

[There's another churr as he feels her lips over the sensitive mark.] You're good.