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[ 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?

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

I'm doing a thing.

But okay.

'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. ]

[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.]

[ 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. ]

[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-

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

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

You. [Pulling her closer.]

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 ]

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

Keep. Keep going.

[ 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 ]

[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.]

[ 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. ]

[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.]

[ 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. ]

[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.]

[ 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. ]

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.

So are you, Dokkun. So good. [ The praise is quiet and gentle, and listen, she would probably die of embarrassment almost any other time, but after everything that's happened today she wants to make sure that he knows ]

So good for me.

[ ... But she's still not sure on biting him again. She doesn't want to push him too far, not when he sounds so hazy already. She keeps to the kisses, trailing up to his pulse ]

[The praise gets a mix of chirps and trills, another deep churr and its a lot. Its so much, leaving him shaking and hazy and good-]

[He tugs on her hair, pulling her up to kiss her, firm and wanting, already nipping at her lips without any of the usual tentativeness.]

[ whoa hey okay! there's a bit of a squeak, Korone breathing in sharply, but she goes with it for now, kissing him back softly with a hum. ]

Easy, Dokkun -

[He whines, but his kiss softens a bit, a little more to match her as long as she's letting him kiss her.]

[ Another hum, warm with approval. She's making no move to pull away from the kiss, even deepens it a little herself, but she keeps it slow and she keeps it gentle

Letting Donnie hang out in brrr-town: good. Letting hormones take the wheel completely: mmmmaybe not right now. Balance, baby. ]

[For the best, that. He is very much in brrr-town and was about to let hormones take the wheel.]

[He matches the gentleness, the depth, hands moving up to run though her hair as he nips teasingly at her lips with a soft churr.]

[ a quiet, fond little laugh at the nips, and then a softer, deeper murmur of appreciation that isn't quiet a moan.

she'll nip back, though. gently. each one followed by a softer kiss, or a teasing brush of tongue. ]

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