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[She's so soft. It's one of those things he wasn't sure how he would feel about until he experienced it, could see the appeal, but not know until now. She's soft. She's arching under him, cooing so sweetly, then churring and he returns the call with his own, feels the rumbling heat pool through to his core.]

You'll get more. I want you too much not to.

[He trills keenly as he feels her fingers at his sensitive shell, his hand moving over her breasts, mapping out this new part of Korone and pull those sounds from her. Just a light test of running blunted claws over the valley between.]

[Then the request comes and]

[He pauses, then slowly pulls his hand away from hers. Leaning back a bit to see her face properly, hands going to her scarf. Watching for a negative reaction as he slowly tugs it off.]

You're gonna kill me, saying things like that. [ And touching her like that. Fuck. The testing, teasing hint of blunted claws earns an outright whimper, her legs shifting restlessly between his. She's already wet. ]

… I want you, too.

[ She wants this. Even if she's nervous. She wants them to be able to enjoy this without her stupid hangups getting in the way, but god, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it's the first time she's willingly let someone get so close in years. She meets his eyes when he leans back, gives him a smile softened by trust, and — ]

[ Ooh. Oh. ]

[ That's. ]

[ Fabric shifting against sensitive, vulnerable skin, rough with scars both old and far too new. The sensation out of her control, willingly, willingly, willingly, because she trusts Donnie not to hurt her with this. The thrill of it hits first, a hard shiver running all the way down her spine. The relief hits next, and the one-two punch leaves her reeling. ]

H-Holy shit … [ A breathy, chirruping laugh. ] Okay. Okay, that worked, I can work with that. [ She wets her lips, briefly biting the bottom one. ]

Thank you, Dokkun. [ And she leans up to kiss him. Soft and sweet to start, but if she gets her way it won't stay like that for long; she teases with little nips and bites, her hand straying from the pillow to run down his plastron, his side, to his thigh. ]

[There is a shiver as she says that. She wants him. It still seems like such an amazing thing, to have someone want him. It had seemed like such an unreal thing, but she does and is so bold about it. (That there's two.) It makes a warmth in his chest, feeling all the more affectionate.]

[Especially when she's giving such a sweet smile.]

[He carefully tugs away the scarf, carefully folding it up and setting it carefully to the side. He knows he shouldn't be careless with it, that she'll want it later. Looking her over in her disheveled, partially undressed state.] I should be thanking you.

[His fingers trail over her clavicle, not trying to touch her neck yet.] You're beautiful.

[He moves in to kiss her back, letting her lead for the moment after her vulnerable act. Trilling as he feels the nips, deepening the kiss as he nips back, tongue teasing her lips. He presses his hips closer to her, hand trailing from her clavicle to run his nails lightly down her chest and over her breast, a gentle trailing. His other hand moving to her her waist, pulling her closer so he could lightly grind against her.]

[ Something in her goes all warm and melty when he takes the time to fold the scarf so neatly, because —

He gets it. He gets it. Knows how much this means to her; knows that it's not something that she could ever take lightly. Her heart skips a beat at the gentle brush of his fingers, at the compliment; she flushes all the way down to her chest. There's a churr rumbling under the words as she murmurs back, ]

So are you. [ Beautiful. Handsome. How did she get this lucky? ]

[ She kisses him deep, licks into his mouth, dragging her hand down his shell to his ass to drag him down closer, even as she arches up into him. She can't quite bite back a moan at the definitely deliberate grind of his hips, the kiss stuttering. Her cheeks burn all the hotter. ]

T-There's, in my pocket, I've got … hang on —

[ She takes her hand off his thigh, delves into her pocket, and retrieves … a keychain? A cute stuffed teddybear with a heart on its stomach. She presses down on the heart. Nothing seems to happen, but there's a twinkle in her eyes and in her smile. ]

Soundproofing. [ Her other shifts, dipping under the waistband of his pants, and his biker shorts if he's wearing them, to palm his ass more directly. Whether or not she means to do it, her thumb brushes teasingly against his tail. ]

[Of course he understands. It's the same way he took off his battleshell. He wasn't inclined to just let anyone touch it before the Kraang, but after? He needed the trust, needed it to not feel like he had to crawl out of his skin to be safe. She deserved to feel safe without it and he intended to honor that.]

[Especially when she looked so sweet, smirking a0in amusement at her blush even as her compliment makes him shiver. Kissing her back eagerly, tongue moving to meat hers with a groan, arching against her under her touch.]

Hm? [He kisses to the side of her mouth, along her jaw as he waits for explanation, raising a drawn eyebrow at the keychain.] Oh. [He has his own rudimentary soundproofing, but the thoroughness of magic is another thing entirely.]

[Then she's touching his ass and tail and he actually squeaks, hips jerking forward hard, face going crimson.] ....cheeky. Cheeky, Cheekyoco. [He leans up a bit, grabbing her thighs, smirking down at her as he grinds harder against her heat.] Going to tempt me to make you scream like that.

[ The softer affection of those trailing kisses makes her melt just that bit more. She sets the keychain aside — or, more accurately, lets it drop and roll away, thoroughly distracted by the buck of his hips, by the press of his fingers when he grabs her. ]

[ And that damnably cocky smirk of his. She wants to bite him, lips and neck and shoulders, anywhere and everywhere she can reach. ]

Cute, Dee-kun. [ She laughs, breathy, bright with mischief and playful challenge. ] You — [ Oh, fuck, that feels good, all slick heat and tantalising friction, even muted by layers of clothing. The laughter trails into a gasp. ] You're welcome to try.

[ She shifts, adjusting until she can hook a leg around his and the angle threatens to leave her seeing stars when she rolls her hips up to meet him. Her now-free hand busies itself with his pants, working on whatever buttons or zips they may have so she can tug them low enough to free his tail. Which… yes, she is absolutely, definitely going out of her way to tease with "incidental" brushes and gentle strokes. ]

I do so love a challenge and figuring out puzzles. Like 'what spots drives pretty birds wild.' [He smirks down at her, all the more determined when she gives such a breathy laugh, hands squeezing her thighs as he grinds against her.]

[He churrs and closes his eyes briefly as she presses closer and then he feels the brushes against his tail, a full body shudder going through him, hips bucking hard against her.] Fuck, I didn't think it'd be so sensitive. [A heated murmur, the appendage wagging under her attention, lifting up eagerly to be touched.]

[He leans down again, kissing and nibbling over her shoulder, one hand letting go to instead trail under her skirt, along her thigh, and very pointedly traveling between her legs, to tease the top of whatever tights or underwear she has on.] You're so pretty like this. The way you sound is amazing. Such a lovely, lovely [mate he chirps, teeth close to her neck, but not touching as he nips hard at her skin, leaving red marks.] Can I touch?

Just remember — [ Oh. Oh, he's already stealing her breath away, isn't he? She tips her head back against the pillow and fights back a whine. Each and every roll of their hips together sends sparks of heat racing up along her spine, her already-rumpled wings fluffing and shivering.

She wants, she wants, it's almost embarrassing how much she wants. ]

[ What was she saying? Oh, right - ]

Remember, I'll pay you back double. [ Bold Donnie is an absolute menace. But that's fine, because so is Korone. She tugs on his pants, his boxers, eagerly shimmying them down to his thighs, and then just leaves them there in favour of gently — gently wrapping her hand around his tail. A slow stroke with her palm and fingers, more outright exploratory than teasing now. Sensitive, huh-?

And then a slightly harder squeeze, quickly loosened again, when his hand brushes so close to where she's already aching for him. Her hips twitch up sharply. ]

Y-Yeah. You can — [ She licks her lips, too distracted to feel any concern whatsoever over how close his teeth were to her neck. It feels good. It all feels good, and yeah, she's a little nervous, but she's excited, too, and she wants. She wants to share this with him. ]

… You can touch. [ There's a churr under the words, and she follows up with a soft, lingering bite to his shoulder. Mine and want and please all wrapped up in one. ]

[ No tights today, just thigh-high socks … and boyshort underwear, snug-fitting and already wet. Not just damp. Wet. ]

Sounds fun. [He murmurs just shy of the nape of her neck, kissing and nibbling lightly there. His fingers trailing over the boyshorts as he waits for her answer, still slowly grinding against her, feeling his own aching need, the biker shorts cling with his own slick and there is a soft hiss as they're tugged down to expose his tail.]

[Then she grabs him and the moan is low and stuttery as he jerks against her heat. Full body shudders ,moving through him as she teases his tail, a loud churr rumbling in his chest as she squeezes and he feels a gush of slick from himself as he threatens to drop.]

Nggggh, Choco- [He whines and shudders as she bites, arms buckling a bit as he almost collapsed on her as the the pain pleasure courses through him.]

[It takes everything to pull his hips away. To take a deep breath and focus. His hand slipping inside her shorts because this was a moment of truth. If he would be fine touching her or if his brain would betray him.]

[His fingers slide over her, breath catching as he feels how wet she is. A pause and....a relieved sigh when his brain doesn't turn to static.]

[He presses his fingers against her slick folds, slowly rubbing over her, barely pressing in his fingertips as he touches her.] You're so hot...

[ The slow, sweet grind, all slick friction exactly where they need it most; the tantalising brush of a fingertip against bare skin; the nibbles and kisses, close enough to be a thrill without any sense of threat ...

Every sound he makes, every reaction — god, the way he shudders, his moan and his churr and the needy jerk of his hips — threatens to send her spiralling. Whether she'll fly or whether she'll fall, she doesn't know, but fuck, oh fuck, she desperately wants him to keep going.

He pulls back.

She whines, wordlessly pleading, muffled against his shoulder, but he's already slipping a hand under her shorts. Already touching her, his fingers shockingly cool against the heat of her. ]

D-Donnie — [ His name sounds punched out of her, wanting, almost wrecked as he gently, gently, gently explores. She starts to buck up, catches herself, quivering, squirming, toes curling, breathing in quick, unsteady pants. ] Donnie. Ohfuck, oh, that's so much.

[ So much more than when she uses her own fingers. She bites again, more of a distracted scrape of teeth than anything, and presses a path of clumsy kisses back up to his neck. ]

Can — can I touch you? Too? [ Punctuated by another slow stroke of his tail, a nibble, a nip, her other hand pressed flat and firm against his shell, keeping him close -

A hard bite, just shy of drawing blood. ]

[She's practically quaking under him and it's a heady thing. Every shudder, every sound like heat dripping down his spine, his own breathing heavy and heated. It's a good look, a good sound from her, and he just wants to get more of those reactions from her.]

[He keeps his attention slow at first, fingers tracing over her slit with patient, easy glides, pressing in just a bit, letting her slick make the motions easier. Moving a few times before pressing in a little more, searching this time, for the little nub he knows is there.]

Love how you say my name. [A breathless murmur, moaning as he feels scrape of teeth, churning as he fines what he's looking for.] Ah, there it is-

[His hips jerk again as she strokes his tail, a shuddering breath leaving him.] Hm, i-in a minute. Want. Want to explore you a bit more-

[And then there was the bite, gasping sharply as his hips buck forward, hand jerking, one finger pressed to her clit, the other partially pushing inside faster than he intended.]

[ He's barely touched her. Not directly, not with his hands, his fingers. But between the long build-up, the teasing grind, the heat in every touch and every word they've shared —

The sheer newness of having his touch. His. Donnie's, her boyfriend, her mate, fingers so much thicker than her own, scaly skin cooler, rougher. Not unpleasant. Not at all, it feels incredible; every touch coils the heat inside her tighter —

His hand jerks. Presses firmer, presses in, and the coil snaps. She releases the bite with a shocked moan, her hips spasming, pulsing tight and wet around him as she cums far, far sooner than she ever would've expected. Her eyes slam shut as her head falls back against the pillow, panting. ]

[Oh.]

[He feels the rush of heat against his hand (no static, will need to clean up after, but his brain isn't screaming), feels her let go and arch under him, and he leans up enough to properly look at her, her face contorted in pleasure, as she moans in the pleasure HE gave her.]

[He presses his legs together hard, knowing he'd drop if he gave himself the space, breathing heavy as he stares at her, pupils dilated and hungry.]

The day I can be inside you is going to absolutely ruin me. [Voice low and rough. He lightens the touch on her clit, but after a moment of thought, slowly presses his finger inside her with the extra slick, a slow, careful move.] You're gorgeous.

[ She trembles through the aftershocks, too overwhelmed, too caught up in pleasure and release and Donnie for any of her usual self-consciousness.

It takes her a hot second — more like a minute, holy fuck — to muddle her way through the euphoria. To drift down, melting against the sheets. She wets her lips. Flutters her eyes open, only to close them again, moaning low and breathless at the slow press of his finger. ]

F-Ffff. Fuck. Sen, sensitive - [ But rather than try to stop him, she eases her legs further apart and tilts her hips up against his hand. ]

Hmm, I know, but you're relaxed. Don't worry, love. I'm keeping it slow.

[And he does. Easing in his finger all the way before slowly, very slowly, pulling it back out. Before pushing back in at the same place.]

You looked so beautiful like that. Like this. It's so hard to be patient, I just want to take you. Make you moan, and scream for me. You would, wouldn't you? You'd be a good girl and sing for me?

[His other hand drifts up, cupping one of her breasts, squeezing and lightly teasing the nub.] You're so warm and soft. The way you're hugging my finger....good lord, I want to be inside you so bad.

[ It's something that she'd worried about, even as she'd wanted it. Dreamed about it. His hands — his pretty, lovely hands — are bigger than hers. Would it be too much? Would it hurt? But it doesn't. She just — she feels full. Fuzzy and melted and electrified all at once. ]

Oh — [ She gasps at the slow, slick press, all the way in, slowly out, her toes curling. Her wings slap against the bed, and one of her hands drops to tangle into the sheets, gripping tight.

The other flies up to cover her face. Fuck, the things he's saying. ]

I — I-I'd try, try to, to be good for you. [ She arches her back, pressing into his hand on her breast. ] Think I'd, hah, be falling apart. [ She peeks at him between her fingers, face flushed, eyes hazy. ] Can't remember if I told you, but this — you — you're my first time having anything inside. Anything.

[His finger pauses at that, staring.] You mean, nit even your own fingers-

[The hungry look that just gets all the more, a loud, possessive churr rumbling through him.] It's a shame, really. [He starts moving his finger again, adjusting the angle of his hand to press a little deeper.] That you don't know how soft you feel. How warm. How your body feels like it's trying to suck me in.

Begging to be filled.

[He moves his finger just a hair faster, his hand on her breast caressing, pinching the nipple just hard enough to hurt.] I can't tell you how excited I am to be your first. I want to ruin you.

Mmhm. Not — oh, that's … [ Even that slight adjustment leaves her reeling. She bites her lip against a moan and shifts, tentatively rocking her hips up to meet the next careful thrust. ] I-I'd, I'd think about it sometimes, but …

[ She's always stopped short, tingling in the aftermath of furtive touches. Too sensitive, too awake, too embarrassed to try for more. But this — here, with him, his touch and his voice and his hunger, it's — it's so much, too much, and yet almost not enough.

The pinch drags a cry from her, and her inner walls ripple around his finger, wringing tight. Her heels press into the bed as she arches, bucking up, quivering with sweet tension from head to toe. ]

Oh fuck, fuckfuckfuck, Donnie -

[Donnie purrs as he watches her writhe under him.] That's all right. If you want something inside and can't do it yourself. You can just ask me. I'm sure Eve would be all too happy to as well, after a few science and fun sessions between you two. [Because timelines.] After all, who could resist such a pretty mate, our pretty bird who sings so sweetly.

[He rubs his thighs together as he watches her, feels her, churrs rumbling under his voice, changing his touch to a soothing, gentle rub over her nipple.] You got so tight....you are so irresistible like this.

[He presses deep again, moving his thumb over her clit, rubbing slow circles as he moves.] I wonder how tight you'd be if I teased your wings, your tail.

[ She flops back when he gentles, dazed and all the more wanting for it. Ask … she could ask. She could ask him. Or Eve, once they've — when they're …

Or.

Or what if, what if both —

Oh, that's a Dangerous thought. ]

You're such, such a, fuck — fucking menace, you know that, right-? [ He is murdering this poor, innocent pigeon who has never done anything wrong in her life. She closes her eyes. Lets out a shuddering breath. A coo that's more than half a moan, and, lower, deeper, an answering churr.

She tries to keep still. Can't. It's a fumbling rhythm on her part, slow shivery rolls of the hips, faltering here and there as pleasure and sensitivity build and twine together. It's slower this time. Deeper. ]

You could — could … fff, fuck me from behind and find out, Dokkun.

Hm, you had some fun thoughts there. You know, this could be a fun way to ask questions. [He watches her with lidded eyes, a hungry, amused smirk on his face.] You might call it menacing, but I think it would be informative. The ideas that make your body tight, quiver around my fingers. What makes it beg for more. What toys excited you most, what positions, future science and fun ideas.

[He starts to move his finger faster, pressing in as deep as he can go with his long finger, thumb still working over her clit.] You're so warm.

[His other hand pinches her nipple again, more teasingly, before shifting over, burying his fingers in her wing, carding through her feathers. A deep churr rumbling in his chest at her suggestion.] Would you like it now, Chocochi? Do you want to be on your knees as I press you down, biting and marking your back as I make you cum on my fingers over and over?

[ … Oh. ]

[ Oh, she is in danger. So much danger. ]

[ The look in his eyes, dark, hungry, laser-focused. The wicked curve of his smirk. The things he's saying — the idea that he could wring the truth out of her like this, testing her reactions, and oh, fuck, that's too much power, that's way too much power. Want pulses through her.

Around his finger.

And she's slicker than ever as she bucks up hard into his hand, heels digging into the bed, wings flared and quivering. She's getting close. Breath coming shorter, ragged stop-start panting, her body tensing, tensing, tensing —]

Please -

[ It's almost a keen.

… And she promptly shoves both hands over her mouth, biting at one of them, because fuck she did not mean to let that slip ]

[His finger stopped moving when she covered her mouth, dark, hungry eyes still staring at her intensely. It was impossible not to, with how desperately she tried to ride his finger, with how that please fell from her lips.]

[His other hand moves from her wings to her hands, tugging them down as he moves in to kiss her briefly.] I'm the only one who can hear you, remember?

And I very much want to. So if my pretty songbird tries to stop singing, I stop moving.

[Then he pulls back as he grabs her shoulder, pulling out his finger as he quickly shoved her to her front, pulling back on her hips to raise her on her knees, the other hand resting on her back to keep her chest pressed to the bed, humming an approving sound at the sight.] Such a pretty songbird. [He purrs, before his finger is at her slit again, but this time pressing in both fingers with a chirp mine.]

Donnie — [ What starts as a grumble as he tugs her hands down turns into more of a muffled groan when he kisses her, somewhere between bratty petulance and needy.

She kisses back, tries to nip in retaliation, but he's already gone again, and -

Oh.

Oohhhh fuck.

Maybe it's the ninja finesse, or maybe it's just that she's a dazed, buzzing wreck of a pigeon. Maybe it's both. But he gets her pinned on her front, chest down, ass up, before she can so much as squeak in faux-protest. Her wings flap and flail, messy tail feathers flaring, and she makes a clumsy grab for the nearest pillow. ]

Don- Donnie, ohgod- [ Two. That's two, a slow slick stretch and oh, fuck, that's so much more, two is so much more. It still feels good — it feels incredible — but this time the pleasure is laced with an edge of discomfort that leaves her biting at the pillow, even as she presses back shallowly, tentatively, against his fingers. ]

Your s-songbird's about to start, s-start, ah, biting if you're not careful.

[It's a delicious sight. Seeing her on her knees before him, wings and tail fluffing under him. Clothes disheveled, teeth aching at how much he wanted to mark up her back. Watching her press back and biting at a pillow.]

Hm, sorry. It's hard to not be eager. [He slows his fingers. Returning to that pattern of pressing in a little before pulling back and pressing in a touch more. Keeping it slow as he lets her get used to the stretch.]

You're such a a pretty sight. I can tell you how much I want to take you like this. [He shifts, rubbing his thighs together for some measure of friction.] Pressed against your back. My teeth in your shoulder. Hands in your feathers. [He draws his hand down along her spine, to her tail, scratching at the base.]

Hear you singing in my ear. Holding you so close.

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