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[ 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. ]

[He's panting heavily, whimpering softly as he feels the light contact over the sensitive bruised nerves. Fingers needing at her hair and tail, tightening and relaxing, rubbing slow circles as he tries and evens his breathing.]

[And then she's talking and oh, that is descriptive, that is a word picture and while the noise isn't quite as loud as when she bit down, its very much a repeat of the wanton sound, wanting and desperate, hips bucking up, and shaking as he fights to keep them closed.] C-Choco-

[And then she's biting down and he shakes hard, the sound broken, almost a sound, his hand tight in her hair, holding her close.] Fuckfuckfuck-

[ As much as she's loved teasing him — delicious payback, five stars, can't wait to do it again — his desperation paints such a pretty picture that she can't bring herself to pull away again. Not that she'd be able to her; his grip on her hair is tight and god, fuck, fuck it's good.

She moans into the bite, just as wanting, needing, desperate, and sucks hard, working to leave a mark that'll last. Even if she doesn't tip him over the edge, he'll be feeling this for hours. Days, maybe. She won't let up until he tells her to.

One of her hands loosens its deathgrip on the blanket, slides down, down, down, until she finds a grip at the junction of his ass and the back of his thighs. She effortlessly hauls his hips up higher, pressing him up against her at a slightly different angle — one that might just offer him a taste of friction. ]

[Oh, this was definitely payback. She's merciless, with far bolder moves. She's definitely escalating on him and that's extremely exciting, satisfying, and also very problematic in him keeping his own self control.]

[He's gasping, trying to loosen his hold on her hair, but just ends up twitching as she sucks hard, loosening and tightening as he arches into the affection. And then she pulls his hips up and his breathing stutters to a halt.]

[He closes his eyes tightly, churring loudly as his hips roll up against her, devolving into a desperate serious of chirps.]

[ Her self-control is hanging by a thread. A single, fraying thread, and she's so close to freefall. She rolls her hips down to meet him and almost sobs at how good it feels, moaning ragged and breathless against his neck.

His grip on her hair loosened — not for long, but it's enough. She shifts to a new spot and bites down hard again. No teasing this time. She wants too much. Knows he does, too. ]

[There's a keening whine as she bites down again, hips rolling up in desperate need, body shuddering. He wants-he needs-]

[His hand lets go of her hair, moving down to clutch at her shoulder, chirping, trilling.] C-Choco-

[He doesn't want her to stop. He should probably stop her. He desperately wants her to keep going-]

[ ohhh fuckfuckfuck this is so much and it feels incredible, her whole body is buzzing, incandescent in the best way. She wants to keep pushing, she wants wants wants.

but

there's that little spark of common sense left, and it stirs at the sound of her name. she pulls out of the bite with a wrecked whine, trembling hard. ]

D-Donnie, Dokkun, do — do you want —

[He whimpers, body shuddering. Hands clutching at her tightly.]

God yes, but-but I shouldn't-walking back would be-

[ She holds exactly where she is, valiantly resisting any urge to move, to keep pushing. ]

T-There's the shower here, but, but I know -

[ God, it's hard to think when her whole body is thrumming with need. ]

Your, your call.

[He whines, eyes shut tight, gritting his teeth.]

[He wants to, but also-]

[Showering at someone else's place is-]

[Nggggh]

I-we should stop. We should stop. [As much as he doesn't want to.]

[ The moment he says it, she stops. As much as she aches for it, for him, there's always later. Next time. Next time.

She gently lowers him down, breathless and trembling, and

flops down. Half on him, half off, with a quiet groan that's more than half a whine. Every so often she squirms a little, restless and hypersensitive. ]

If I, if I had my teleports ... [ Grumbles ]

[He whimpers as she flops on him and]

[He moves his hands off her and over his face, forcing himself to breathe.]

God, if you had your teleports...

[ Another grumble ]

If only.

... kinda wish I could go back and kill that damn thing again ...

[ Mashes her face into his plastron, trying to even out her breathing and calm down. calm. calm and relax. calm and RELAX. ]

I very much agree.

[He swallows, licking his lips.] We should talk later. When...when we're calmed down.

About...about a getting off policy.

A ... A getting off policy. [ She almost giggles. Almost. Because, holy shit.

That all sure just happened. She's sure feeling all tingly and hypersensitive and needy, beyond anything else ever in her life, and - whew.

Lets out a breath and closes her eyes, nodding. ]

Yeah. Yeah, that's a good idea. When I have a brain again. [ When she can shift her legs without it sending sparks through her. ]

Need me to move, or-?

Yes. We were about to let hormones decide so we should know what nit hormone brains decide.

Not as long as you stay still. I will, however, keep my hands right where they are. [On either side of his head, arms against his face. To avoid pulling her closer again-]

Mmmnope, no moving.

[ She's got one hand tangled in the blanket already, and the other soon joins it. There we go. Can't touch won't touch. Safety from hormones, and the arousal that's so, so very slow to simmer down.

But it is simmering down. ]

Good. Good because I....really don't think I could stop a second time...

[His breathing is heavy, trying to avoid squirming, avoid any friction whatsoever as he resists the urge to give himself the room to drop. Just. Needs to calm down. Even if it's taking a while.]

[ laughs weakly ]

Me neither. God, that was ...

[ Close. Incredible? She can't think of the words. After a moment of trying she gives up, blowing a sigh. ]

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