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Right. Yeah. Y-Yeah … Whatever we end up doing. [ Now she's going to be thinking about it. Probably a lot. Heck, she is so doomed.

… She's already thinking about it. Maybe a little too much, and she groans quietly, shifting over him. Shifts again. Squirms, and tries to settle — until that little tug against her hair distracts her. She gasps, leaning into it. ]

A-Ah… Mm, okay. Don't, uhm, don't be afraid to get a little rough with me. It feels good. [ Pauses to nibble … ] ... and it felt — amazing, when you sucked on my shoulder after biting me. Want me to try that?

[She is squirming. A lot. A whole lot a lot. He can guess why, it's why he's keeping his legs pressed together, but...well, she is in Sparrow....]

I am getting that impression. I just don't want to hit too much suddenly. [There is a harder tug, though not harder than what he's done before.] I could end up doing that, so judging by steadily increased vectors.

[He trills at the nibble.] Y-yes, I do. [He licks his lips and his other hand grips her hip. Tugs her up a bit, pressing her down to the base of his plastron. Very thankful for the blanket between them, especially as his face burns.] There may be enough pressure there if you....you need to...it's okay.

[ The little noise she makes when he tugs — quiet, ragged; a soft, wondering oh — has nothing on this one. He presses her down and oh, oh no, oh god oh no oh yes, fuck, that sure is pressure and she sure is sensitive, aching ]

O-Oh fuck —

[ She's been turned on before. She's even touched herself before, usually in the wake of half-remembered dreams when she's too soft and warm and sleepy to let embarrassment stop her. But this is — she's here with Donnie, that's him encouraging her, giving her permission, pressing her down against him, and it short-circuits something in her brain.

This close, even the slightest shift makes her whimper. Her legs tighten around his hips, a hard shiver running through her, stealing her breath; when she moans, it's a whisper of a sound. It's clear she's fighting to hold it back.

She lifts her hips, pressing back up against his guiding hand. Eases the stimulation. She has to bite back a whine at the loss, but that's easy enough — all she has to do is literally bite him. Which she does. Happily. Softly at first, barest brushes and scrapes of teeth, but then harder. Harder. Softer again, and then harder, harder still, digging in. She sucks softly over the mark, as much to tease as it is to test. ]

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[Oh]

[He knew it was likely to get a strong reaction. He knows the offer isn't nothing, but the reaction is enough to send a shudder through his form. The way she's trying to control herself, the way her legs cling to him, the noises, even the swear. He knows he's definitely gotten under her skin in a good way.]

I should offer that more. [A soft murmur because oh, the thought of being able to wreck her like that with so little just makes it more tempting.]

[He does feel her pull back, about to ask, but then there are teeth at his neck again, and he gasps. Shivering at the tease of them, head tilting to the side, to encourage her, a churr building as she starts to bite harder.]

[He's panting as she down so, swallowing and whining as he feels the tug of teeth, his brain fuzzing out again. His hands clutch at her, one over her tail, the other in her hair. Tugging lightly at first, before harder to encourage her to dig in, to really leave a mark, moaning a little too loudly as he feels the suction, eyes closing tight.]

[ Oh, sure, he can offer that more if he wants to actually murder her. Her wings twitch at the thought, and so do her hips before she wills herself back into stillness. She wants. She wants, badly, but she can't bring herself to let go that much. Not yet.

Wrecking Donnie, on the other hand …

That she can do.

She coos in response to his churr. The sound drops lower, lower, deeper at every tug. She loves the feeling, the slight pain mingled with tingling pleasure, the idea that she's giving up control — it's comforting, almost, even as it sends molten heat rolling down her spine.

And the sounds he makes.

She's responsive for him, guided as much by his moans and churrs as his grip on her hair. She bites harder, sucks harder when he tightens his grip, in slow incriments; if he eases up at any point, so does she. Finds that she doesn't mind the faint taste of iron when it's so clear that he's enjoying it. His pleasure's a hell of a drug.

She tips her hips back up into his hand, wordlessly encouraging. Her trapped tail feathers twitch. ]

[The sounds are getting lower, and it makes the tugs consistent. The coos close enough to primal sounds it gets to him in a way internet porn never quite managed. Or maybe it's the sincerity? The fact it's Korone? Or just the fact her teeth are in his neck.]

[It's hard to properly analyze the data, but he can tell she's resisting.] Offer too much? [A breathless murmur.] F-fair, but it's there unless I say o-otherwise. Fuck-

[It's pleasurepainpleasure as the pleasure melts through him, making him squirm under her, thighs rubbing together to keep from dropping and still desperate for friction. His panting is getting heavier, rattling with the churrs and moans.]

[He keeps the tug on her hair, pulled back tight now, enough he doesn't tug as leave his hand resting at the back of her skull, feels the blood the trickles down his neck, the mark being sucked onto his skin, holding it for several long beats before loosening his hold somewhat with a whine. His hand moves over her tail again, more deliberate, tracing along the length of it, down then up again, scratching at the base of her tail.]

[It takes a minute before the pleasure turns more pain, loosening his hold on her hair to rub her scalp.] Different...different spot. Can. Can only do one spot. So long.

[ She hears the question. Uh, mostly. She's barely doing anything, just biting him and having her hair pulled, and yet somehow it's so deliciously intense that it takes her a hot second to even think abouf formulating an answer. Later. Later she'll answer him, when he asks her to pull away. She doesn't want to stop yet. She wants to be good for him —

Even through the cloth barrier, those gentle scratches to base of her tail get A Reaction: a muffled whine of surprised pleasure, a shudder so powerful it echoes in her wings, feathers rustling, and a throb of desire that leaves her wet and aching for touch. Fuck. Oh fuck, that's dangerous.

When he eases off completely, so does she, pulling back to catch her breath. She's. God, she's buzzing with it all. There's blood on her lips and even that doesn't put her off as much as she thought it would … she kisses the mark softly. ]

O-other … [ It's a struggle to get the words out. Brain is mush. Brain is fuzz. She sounds as wrecked as she feels, which is to say: very. ] O-other side? To match. Symmetry. A-And … [ She swallows, wets her lips. ]

… If, if you want. To touch my, uhm, my tail feathers. You can. But it might be better to wait until Egg, it's. It feels like it's gonna be intense, and… I don't know if I wanna — uhm, you know, unless you can too. [ Unless they can both chase the friction they crave, chase that heat and pleasure right over the edge. Together. ]

[She sounds so wrecked and it makes him whine quietly alone. He wants to do so much more and it's such a dangerous thought. That's hormones, rushing. He said no removal of clothes and he's sticking to it.] I do like symmetry.

[Ah, that's her hesitation.] That is fair. [A pause.] Not that I would mind if you did. [He lightly scratches at the base, barely any pressure, fingers rubbing her scalp.] You've been doing so good for me. And the way you react...

[He licks his lips. His face is burning, but she can't see him be flustered and it makes it easier, and he can be very bold when he decides to be, his voice lower, rougher.] You might not make me come now, but you definitely will be later.

[ Holy fuck. Today's the day Choco Korone learned that Donnie can make her moan just by talking to her.

She slumps into him — with a longing whimper when that presses her against his plastron, oh god oh god she's never felt more sensitive in her life — and buries her face in his opposite shoulder. ]

Are you trying to kill me? It feels like you're trying to kill me. I … [ Her voice drops to a murmur, ] I, I haven't touched myself very often, you know? I get too embarrassed to just, to just do it, but sometimes after a dream, I …

… I think I know what I'll be dreaming about tonight.

[He hadn't been sure the impact his words would have, but he is quite pleased with the results. He feels her slump against him and feeling bold, he can't help but roll up once, to press up against her.]

[Then she says that and he can't help the shuddering moan that goes through him, eyes shut tight at the image it provokes, hands tugging her hair, squeezing at her tail.]

Good. You should. [He would almost sound cocky if he wasn't breathless.] Especially when you deserve to feel good. It'll be a shame to not hear you.

Holy oh my fuck, D-Donnie —

[ The honorific gets lost in a moan. She can't help herself — she rocks back into him just once, and then again when he squeezes over tail. Her wings flare out, shivering hard. ]

[ It's hard to remember her resolve when it feels so good. So hard. But she wrestles herself back under control with an almost broken whine, panting against his shoulder. ]

[The moment when you make your not!girlfriend lose it enough, she forgets to be polite. Its honestly extremely satisfying to see and its tempting to keep pushing, but...maybe he should show mercy.]

[He chuckles at her reaction, still again, hand moving up again, rubbing at her back, but stopping just above her tail and along that spot between her wings.]

You're incredibly hot. [Purred right into her ear.]

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[ He's making it so hard to calm down. So, so damn hard. She tries to settle when he switches back to those gentler, lighter touches, only for that purr to drag a quiet whine from her. She's so weak to him. It's terrible. ]

So are you, you goddamn terror. [ There's a bit of a grumble to it, and she punctuates it by nuzzling up into his neck and biting. He said he likes symmetry. He's gonna get symmetry. ]

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I know. [Oh, definitely sounding cocky because he is sure he's attractive for a turtle man, but it's certainly nice to hear it from someone else.]

[Though the cocky vanishes into a gasp and a loud churr as she bites down, pulling her closer with a shiver.] Chocochi-

[ She keeps this bite on the lighter side of what she knows he likes — it's not gentle, but it certainly won't hit that sweet spot for him. She eases off again, pressing kisses over the already-fading mark.

Another bite. This time lighter still, with some equally light sucking just to tease. ]

[It's good. It's still good, the feeling of teeth, but it's not the same brain melting pleasure he knows it could be.]

[He whines as she pulls from the first bite and the second still teasingly light. His hand tugging at her hair.] Choco-chan-please-

Mmhm?

[ There's definitely a hint of a Tease to this hum. He got to have his fun; now it's her turn. She lets him tug, cooing in pleasure, but while she does indulge his plea by biting harder ...

It's not by much. Not as hard as she knows damn well he wants, and it's over all too soon. He can feel her smile against his scales. ]

Good?

[He gasps as she starts to bite harder-]

[Only for it to end far too quickly and he whimpers, squirming under her.]

Yes, but I c-can take harder. You know I can.

[He tugs at her hair again. His other hand scratching at the base of her tail, trying to encourage her to do more wordlessly.]

[ Going for the tail is unfair, especially when he's already squirming like that ]

[ She has to lift her hips, easing away from the friction — which just means that she's pressing up into those scratches instead, which, oh no, oh no that's good. Oh no. ]

Cute. [ A sharp nip. ] But, I guess… since you've been so good for me… [ another nip, and another and another, scattered up and down, interspersed with kisses and almost bites ] I should give you something nice.

[He really can't help the squirming. He does, however, scratch a bit harder, run his fingers over her covered tail. Maybe try to coax to it out her pants a bit to tease at feathers.]

[He's panting and trilling, noises getting a tinge desperate as she kisses and teases him with her teeth, actually whimpering when she doesn't do more, breath hitching.] Yes! Yes, I've been so good, I deserve something nice!

[ With all the squirming around they've both been doing, it's easy enough for those determined, intrepid fingers of his to find some bared feathers. She jolts at the first touch, her legs clamping tight around his hips. Fuck. Okay. So that's apparently even more of a thing when there's no cloth barrier. ]

[ It takes a couple of tries before she can get the words out, and when she does they're rough and low, ]

Tell me what you want.

[Oh. Oh, that is a fun reaction. He had paused a few moments at the jolt, in case it was bad but then it becomes apparent it very much was not.]

[He shivers at the way she sounds, his fingers brushing over her tail, scratching at the base before running down again.]

Bite me! Mark me, please. I want it to hurt-

[ It very much is not. Holy shit. Oh god. Tail is dangerous, okay, okay.

It's harder than ever to focus, but she is determined. She wants to pay him back for it all — the teasing, the pleasure, the experience. And honestly, even if it turns out he's playing her like a fiddle … he sounds so pretty when he begs. She can't resist. ]

Mm. Anything for you.

[ And finally, finally she bites. Hard, harder, harder, breaking the skin and then harder still, searching out that sweet spot that he'd reacted so strongly to before. ]

[The sound he makes is nothing less then outright wanton as he feels the teeth dig in hard, that addicting mix of pleasure and pain that shoots through him like lightning, head falling back with a gasping, churring moan.]

[His hands clutch as her tail and hair, hips bucking up rather against his will between her legs, frozen like that a few moments before slumping against the bed. Shivering, panting, trilling.] Yes yes yes, like that-ohfuck.

[ He sounds so incredible under her that she can't, she cannot resist teasing him ]

Know what'd be fun? [ She eases away from the bite but doesn't go far at all, lips brushing against the mark she left with every breathless word. ] Imagine — if I put one of my legs between yours. G-Gave you something to rut against. [ Her cheeks are so red she's almost dizzy with it. Fuck, what is she saying — but if it gets the reaction she wants, it'll be so worth it. ]

Bet it'd feel so good, having you move under me like that. [ Another bite, overlapping the first. She finds the right pressure easier this time, faster, and this time she holds it. ]

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