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[He has to take a shuddery breath against her shoulder. Especially as she flops back down, weak in the knees and elbows apparently. He lightens his attention, hands on her back, kissing over her shoulder.]

Very important you think a few moments, Chocochi. Biting we established. Do you want my hands to wander to areas that are....less debatably innocent enough.

[ Luckily for everyone here, she's still got enough of a brain to listen to the highly sensible words Donnie saying. She even has enough of a brain to be grateful for the reminder.

… Not that it stops her from grumbling.

Or nipping his shoulder. ]

[ But. Okay. She takes a few deep breaths, willing herself to cool down and think it through. Reassess boundaries. This is already intimate. Way, way more intimate than anything else they've done so far. If she says yes … ]

[ She tries to imagine it. Flushes all the way down to her shoulders. And.

Nods, slowly. ]

Y-Yeah. I. [ wets her lips. ] I wanna feel that. If it's okay with you.

[He hums at the nip.] Need to check in before the brain brrr gets too loud, Choco-chan.

[But he waits for her response. Hands just resting on her back, kisses light at her shoulder. He can feel the blush under his lips. Surprised she still says yes with how flustered she is.]

Okay.

I'm not removing anymore clothing from either of us. Just getting preliminary data. [He nips harder at her shoulder, a hand wandering up and lightly scratching down her back between her wings.] Stop me if it's too much.

Mmmmh … I, I know. Checking's important. [ Props herself up briefly, just long enough to brush a kiss against his cheek. ] Thank you for taking care of me.

[ He is a good, responsible braincell-haver, and —

Oh.

That's a feeling. It drags a churr from her, lilting into a trill at the end. Her wings lift on the next stroke up, and so do her shoulders, chasing the sensation. ]

But of course. [He's still flushed, but looking pleased.] You took care of me when I wanted defenestrate sense, very important to keep that cycle going.

[He gives her a responding trill, pleased at her reaction. He nips sharply at her shoulder, leaving a lighter mark as his hand moves up her shoulder again, slowly dragging his nails back down again. Then a third time, and then his hand presses down on her shoulders so she doesn't move as much.]

[Biting down again with a groan, harder this time, a clearer indent of teeth.]

[ Right, right. She had done that for him, hadn't she? He'd — he was so cute when he got demanding, when he knew exactly what he wanted. Her flush deepens at the memory of his hand tight in her hair. What would have happened if she hadn't eased him back down from the high? If she'd given in to him, kept pushing? She —

The nip brings her back.

Makes her squeak just a little, the sound tinged with breathy laughter. She drops another kiss on his cheek, down his neck, wishes his shell wasn't in the way; she wants more space, more bare skin. But she can work with this.

Giddy anticipation rises at the press of his hand. Keeping her close, keeping her still. A flush of warm pleasure that settles lower, curls tighter, makes her moan softly. Which — that's a little embarrassing —

Or it was. The bite wipes it all away. It's instinct to bite him back, muffling a cry that would have been loud. Wanting. Needing. Pleasure bleeds into pain into pleasure, leaves her quivering, aching in more ways than one but all of them good. More of those noises spill out, breathlessly pleading. ]

[She's cute. She's so cute between her squeaks and laughs, and the gentle affection that sparks across his skin. The way her wings twitch and how her reactions are so apparent even like this. It's cute and intoxicating in a way he didn't think touch could really be.]

[His breath hitches as she kisses his neck, a soft, needy trill between nerves and sensitive skin and the memory of how her teeth felt digging in.]

[It's a relief to bite down, to soothe the ache in his teeth that wanted to pull her close, to leave a mark-]

[Then her teeth are digging in and the sound would have been embarrassingly loud if not muffled by her skin, legs curling up between hers, nails digging into her back, jaw locking to not cause more harm, just holding her there as he feels the vibrations of the churr down to his toes. He sucks hard at that spot, wanting to leave a dark mark, a clear reminder, hand rubbing over where his nails dug in. Other hand wandering further down, a slight brush over where her tail met her spine.]

[ The pleasure-pain is electrifying. She forgets to breathe, her muffled whimpers hitching, stuttering, pitching up in an unmistakable plea for more, please, please.

Can't keep quiet. Can't keep still. No thoughts head empty only feeling now, that heavy, heady rush that sparkles down her spine, curling her toes. She squirms over him, pressing up into his wandering hands, those little sounds turning more and more wrecked the longer he holds the bite.

She doesn't let up her own bite. It's sharper now, harder; she's not breaking the skin, but it's a near thing. ]

[The noises are so desperate and wanting, she sounds like she's falling apart, and he trusts her to tell him if that's a bad thing. She continues not to and it's a rush to know he's having such an effect on her. The hindbrain purring that the potential mate is melting in such a way under his attention.]

[The rumbling in his chest doesn't lessen, legs pressed together as a heat rolls through him as he tries to keep this from ending too soon.]

[He finally releases her shoulder when his jaw aches, tongue licking over the teeth marks.] You can bite harder. [Voice still low, shaking with the undercurrent churr. Mouth kissing and licking over the dark mark.]

[Hands still wandering, drifting from between her wings to her side, tracing briefly over the side of her bra testingly before back up her back again. His other hand tracing along her tail down over her butt for another test of her reactions.]

[ She's all wound up inside, buzzing with want, with need. It's the best kind of tension. Heart racing, muscles quivering, and when the pressure eases and she just

melts

completely

into a brrrrrry buzzy boneless heap on top of him, her breath coming in hot, ragged gasps against his scales. She groans. Every kiss and brush of his tongue against hypersensitive skin makes her shiver, fanning the flames even as it soothes her.

She tries to say something. Fails. The first attempt comes out as a "hmmnnnngh" and the second is just a long churring coo; a sound that trills higher as his hand wanders down. He can feel, faintly, through the fabric of her pants, her tail feathers twitch. ]

… Dokkun …

[ There we go. There's a word, murmured low and breathy — and punctuated by that bite he was asking for, hard enough to break skin. She holds there, just like that. ]

[Its cute, its incredibly cute how she just melts, the sweet noises, a mix of fondness and heat at her every reaction and sound. She's a loose, warm weight on top of him, and there's something incredibly satisfying in knowing he's caused that in her.]

[And then there's the bite, harder this time, he feels it break the skin, and his own thoughts devolve into the pleasant brr, a moan spilling out of him, as he squirms under her, even as he keeps his shoulders still. He pants heavily over her shoulder, taking a moment to breathe, to keep his head on straight.] Chocochu...

[His hands still wander though. Taking the chance to trace over her tail through her pants, one part curious of the tail, another part to see her reaction to it. With another light scratching down her back.]

[ She arches her hips up into his hand, lifting slightly onto her knees, even as the gentle scratch down her spine sees her dropping her shoulders to melt against his chest.

Which. Which sure is a POSE, and she's just barely with it enough to feel a spark of embarrassment at both it and how strong her reaction is in general. There's a tiny muffled squeak of a whine, and she

bites harder

JUST for a second

before lets go and buries her face in his neck, wings doing some nervous little flappies ]

Oh god- [A gasp, a moan and a deep churr, hips bucking up as if to pursue her own, body shuddering hard before going limp, hands sliding down a few moments.]

[He's breathing hard, head tilted to give her space as he settles back down again. Legs rubbing together to try and keep that sense of control.] Maybe....maybe not that hard. For self control reasons. Not bad reasons.

[He moves his hands back, hand drifting over her tail, the curve of her ass, squeezing lightly, hand rubbing along her spine.]

[ ohhh heckin hello, that's one hell of a reaction. liquid heat floods through her, and she wants — wants — ]

[ Her wings flap again, harder this time. Hard enough to kick up a draft. But then they settle again, and so does she, slowly, kneading her clenched fingers loose from their death grip on the blankets ]

S, So …

So what you're saying is.

I should do that again next time I've got you on top of me.

[ Nuzzles the mark… and then gently bites over it, just a soft scrape of teeth. ]

[Oh that is definitely some flappy. Was that in reaction to-]

[Yep, in reaction to him. He shudders and groans, eyes closing tight as he feels her teeth at his neck, over that spot, imagining her biting like that again.]

[His other hand moves down for a very, very pointed grope.] It'd be real difficult to not drop if you did, you menace.

[ SQUEAKS at the grope, and she kinda. Wiggles. It's a vague attempt at burrowing down against him, her cheeks flaming. ]

Okay, but consider: it'd be fun.

[ okay. breathe. breathe. calm down. cool off. her wings rustle and slowly settle, folded loosely at her back. ]

Of course it'd be fun, it's difficult to drop if it isn't 'fun.'

[Okay now he really is just feeling her up to see if she squeaks more. Gentler this time, but lingering.]

[ oh, he absolutely gets more squeaks. they're cute and faintly chirp-like, if still slightly out of breath. she wiggles, too, like she can't decide whether to try to pull back from the touch or arch up into. ]

Is it like - like a drop into instinct? Or something else?

[ presses her teeth lightly over the mark she left before. sllllowly bites harder -]

Drop into what? Oh-

[There's a churring gasp as she starts to bite again. His hands squeezing her ass between more slow rubs, almost kneading as he tries to think through the brain fuzz.]

No, no, I-I suppose that wouldn't be how a....a human male would describe it. It's. You know how it is difficult to observe gender dimorphism of snakes or other reptiles? It's. It's a sheathe situation.

[He squirms under her, panting heavily.]

[ a sheath situation ]

[ a sheath.

situation.

it takes a moment for it to click, and the moment it does her wings both FLUFF THE HECK UP, like the bird equivalent of a startled cat reaction. she pauses biting. lifts her head, blinking at him with cheeks blazing red ]

I —

I didn't know that.

[ wets her lips ]

… Is, is it bad that I. Um.

Don't wanna bite you any less than I did ten seconds ago? Uhm. That is, I almost wanna bite you more now. Oh hell.

[That sure is a reaction and when she pulls back, his face is very red, but also looks incredibly anxious.]

The mutation had to combine numerous traits and while level of mutation varies, there is definitely a strong mix of traits and honestly there are worse things to get from the turtle side of things, definitely worse things....

[He knows he has to bring up the differences eventually, it's honestly probably better sooner than later, but what if it's to weird, what if she loses interest in him, what if this was doomed from the start-]

[Wait what]

You...you do?

[ She can't see that anxiety, but she knows him well enough to be able to read it in him anyway. She ducks her head but — okay, no, she's not going to hide from this. Not yet. She can be brave. Be brave, Korone. ]

Y-Yes? Yes. Um. [ Kneads her fingers into the blankets, her wings doing a couple of tiny, tight little flappies. The feathers slowly, slowly start to settle. ]

I, I mean, it's — you, you know? Different isn't bad, and if I'm embarrassed it's just because we're talking about, uhm, you know, not because I'm not interested.

Because I am.

Very.

Oh. That's-

[He swallows thickly because. She's interested. Very interested.]

[That is a definite heat at the thought, a churr rumbling in his chest without any sort of control as he squirms under her.]

[He licks his lips, a hand moving up to the back of her head.] Then. Then we should do that. Next time we're at Robin's Egg. I'm. I'm going to try not to drop here because that is-I mean-

Easier to contend with it there.

[He gently guides her mouth to his neck again though.]

[ aaaaaaaaaa internal screaming but in a good way aaaaaa oh god this is a lot tho aaa. it's almost a relief to feel his hand in her hair, guiding her back down. it settles her nerves, and he can feel the way she relaxes into it. a soft coo escapes her. ]

Y-Yeah. When, when I can see again. [ Drops a series of kisses against his neck, followed by soft, teasing bites, first trailing up to his jaw and then back down again. ]

I'll — I'll be looking forward to it.

[ She pauses though — ]

Mm. Don't know if it'd be more fun to suggest pulling my hair when you want me to ease up, or pulling my hair when you want me to bite harder.

[ apparently dying of embarrassment and hormones makes her bold ]

Yes. That is. Probably best. Regardless what we end up doing. [Is that show you mine show me yours stage?!]

[He gasps and shivers with each kiss and trilling with each nip. The attention is doing wonders to soothe the bout if anxiety. Head tilting for more access, fingers massaging her scalp.]

I think...harder for harder. It's easier to let go if I'm thinking too much then the opposite. And.... [He tugs lightly on her hair.] Harder for me to return a bite when you're on my neck, but that I can easily do.

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