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[othellovonryan]

Boy got game!!!

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[bluediligence]

[ Understanding softens her expression, which, to be fair, was already pretty damn soft. She gets it — relates to it, kind of, in her own way. ]

And I would. Stop, I mean, the split-second you tell me to. If you wanna try, I'd be honored to try with you. [ Because, honestly? Seriously, and genuinely? The very idea that he'd be willing to attempt this means the world to her. ]

... I'd also be willing to let you tie me to the bed. [ ... She wasn't totally sure about it herself until she said it outloud. Being pinned by his hands is one thing. Having his weight alone over her is one thing. Actually being tied down, though? That's ... a hell of a step. But now that the words are out there, she feels no need to walk them back. ] I'd be close - [ closer than she's ever been while he's had his battleshell off ] - but you'd be in complete control the whole time.

[othellovonryan]

I know you will. Hesitation is less distrust in you, its just...it can be quick. But still, I want to be close, and if its strong enough I can take it off, I want to try while I have the nerve.

Spidershell, headboard. [The arms extend out from the shell and it crawls over to lean on the wall next to the headboard of his bed. Leaving his back exposed.]

[His free hand goes to her side, the other still holding her arm down. Still tracing a slow pattern as he considers her with a lidded look.] It is an idea. How about if it gets too much, I do that? I can give voice commands to the spidershell. It could hold your hands down in an instant, we wouldn't even need to stop.

[bluediligence]

[ Her lips curve up into a smile, and if she looks like she might be completely besotted right now … Well, that's his fault. Trust Donnie to be able to wreck her right in the feelings and in the science and fun. ]

[ Slowly, she lifts her hand. Cups his cheek gently. ] Deal. [ Her smile brightens. ] Now, before I drag you down here so I can kiss you, I've got one more question.

[ Her eyes twinkle. And she chirps, Mine? ]

[othellovonryan]

[That]

[That sure is a face. Its soft. Its so very soft even if he can't say what exactly it is. Something positive and fond, he thinks. He'll have to make her have that face more so he can memorize it.]

[He lets out a breath and leans into her touch.] Deal. [A soft murmur, turning his head to lightly kiss her palm.]

[And then there's the chirp and his eyes widen, snapping to her.]

[What was this about dragging down? Because instead he's already swooped down to kiss her hard with a churr.]

[bluediligence]

[ At least this time she was very ready for a strong reaction. She meets him happily, eagerly, with a quiet churr of her own and a few nips. Not too hard, not yet, but they're not entirely gentle, either — more enthusiastic invitation than tease. ]

[ Playing with fire ... Maybe. She remembers what it was like before, the escalation, the push and pull until they were both so far gone they could barely think straight. But it's worth it. So worth it to have him so eager and wanting above her. She lets her hand slide around to the back of his neck, keeping him close. ]

[othellovonryan]

[And he's all too eager to take that invitation. Nipping and licking into her mouth, almost like he wants to consume her with that simple call.]

[It certainly feels like he wants to. If the fact he sheds before spring, he would think he is in season. He wants her. He wants her badly and is all too eager to take every invitation she offers. Especially when she talks right to his hindbrain.]

[He kisses her deeply for several long moments, pulling back just far enough to speak, his breath trailing over her lips.] You are playing with so much fire. Keep doing that, I need to hear you agree to be willing to hit me or kick me if you want off the ride. I won't be mad, if I'm not responding rationally, I want you to. Agreed?

[bluediligence]

[ The kiss alone is enough to leave her reeling. She can't quite keep herself from whining when he breaks it, just once, quiet and quickly stifled, but she holds herself back from chasing after him. Patience. This is new to them both. And as fun as it is to direct-dial him in the instincts ... they literally just had a whole conversation about the risks. The very real, legitimate risks. ]

A-Agreed. [ She's already a little breathless. ] Hit or kick. Not bite. [ Definitely not bite, as she's learned from experience. She bites her lip softly, thumb stroking against the nape of his neck. ]

Mm... Do you wanna be able to take your time, Or ... do you wanna teach me how to say "yours?"

[othellovonryan]

Definitely not bite. [He trills softly, tilting his head to the side to let her touch him more.] I want you to feel good. Amazing.

[He looks at her with a lidded look.] That is less not taking my time as working to take you apart as quickly as possible. [His hand moves lower, and slips under her shirt, hand trailing over her stomach.]

It might not be advised to make me lose it that fast right away. But I can teach you later.

[bluediligence]

[ An answering trill, light, affectionate … and playful. She takes the opportunity to kiss his cheek and along his jaw, with a gentle nip here and a teasing bite there. ]

Already do. [ Hums. ] Getting shoved up against a wall back there was a nice start. [ Risky? Yes. Potentially incredibly embarrassing? Doubly yes. Regrets? None. ] And having you here, like this … [ Trails lips and teeth down his neck, more nips than kisses now but still gentle. ] … knowing how much you want me …

[ She shivers at the cool brush of his hand along her stomach, arching slightly into the touch. ]

Feels pretty incredible. [ Another bite, harder this time — a long, lingering press of teeth over his pulse, enough to leave a mark without breaking the skin. She finally, finally dares to move her hand from his neck to his shell, a firm touch that pulls him in closer. ]

[othellovonryan]

[Soft trills and churrs build in his chest under her attention, hand trailing up to interlace their fingers, squeezing her hand with affection. He shivers as he feels teeth, shifting above her.]

Hm, you do like it when I get demanding. You get this look that is so intoxicating. You look so cute....and so very inviting. [His hand trails over her skin, a slow trace over her stomach, up along her side. Further up to cup her breast, thumb feeling for her nipple through the bra.]

[His breath catches as he feels her teeth, a deep churr rumbling through his chest, squirming above her-]

[Only to freeze at the hand on his shell. He breathes in sharply and deep, a hard shudder going through him. He grips her hand a few moments, then presses closer to her.] Fuck....

[bluediligence]

Inviting, huh… Good, 'cuz I'm yours for the taking.

[ It's brand new territory for the both of them. His hand on bare skin, sliding higher, making her shiver and squirm with nervous anticipation. She isn't scared, not in the slightest; she wants this, wants to know how it'll feel, to explore it with him. But still … getting to hold his hand settles something in her, both her shoulders and wings relaxing back against the blankets. She squeezes gently in return —

And gasps softly at the first touch of his clever fingers over her bra, nipple pebbling under the brush of his thumb. She can't feel all that much through the fabric, but what she can feel is — good, definitely good, she likes that, despite that niggling little voice in the back of her head that urges her to apologise for how flat she is. ]

Good? [ Her voice drops lower, a heated whisper. She keeps her hand still for a moment, the pressure firm, consistent, letting him get used to being touched. ] B-Because you're doing amazing for me, Dokkun.

[ She arches higher, pressing up into his hand on her chest; a shudder runs through her wings. Slowly, but still firm, and only after he's moved closer to her, she strokes her hand a few inches down and then back up again while she bites her way down to his collarbone. ]

[othellovonryan]

[Mine. A soft, needy chirp, over an underlying churr.]

[She just keeps inviting him in and its truly intoxicating. Overwhelming in the best way. He doesn't know why he suddenly needed her so badly, maybe it was hearing her talk about him like that. It would make sense, he does have a praise kink, it had just hit so strongly.]

[But despite that, she was here, letting him continue and he just wants to push. To explore more of her, what makes those pretty little gasps, or her voice drop, or arch just so.]

[Even as her hand moves over his back, his mind doesn't scream to run away, cover up, protect himself. It helps that the touch is firm, flat, not a squirming digging spreading sensation.]

Hmmm. Good. Like that...like that works. [His voice is shaking a bit because its still a lot. He's only been touched a few times since his wounds healed, mostly his brothers laying over his back and once Hunter when the nightmares came before Leo arrived. But that had been just a touch of a weighted blanket, not a somewhat exploring touch, not a hand trailing over his shell, the tough leathery texture with so many scars. It was different.]

[The praise doesn't hurt either.]

[She arches him and he feels the teeth against his collarbone and he churrs louder.] Yeah. Yeah, that's good. [He squeezes her hand again, and his hand moves over her breast, having stilled as he processed the sensation. Just a gentle massage for a few moments, slowly tugging up on the material.]

[bluediligence]

[ She lets out a soft breath in … relief, wonder, curiosity? All of those and more. It's still hard to believe that he's letting her do this, even with the evidence right there under her hand. She'd been prepared to wait weeks, months, years; would've understood and accepted it if he'd decided he just didn't want her to go there ever. But — he wants this.

Wants to try.

With her.

God, her heart is so full.

So she lets herself explore a little. Lets herself feel, taking in his shell's tough, leathery texture and its myriad of scars. Similar and yet different from the scales she's gotten familiar with over these past few weeks. She keeps it slow; keeps that same firm, consistent pressure, always. ]

Have — [ A shuddering breath as he resumes his own explorations ] Have I ever told you, how much I love it when you churr? I like every sound you make, but that one, that one might be one of my favorites … [ She presses another nip against his collarbone, another kiss, another bite, marking her way across his collarbone and up along the other side of his neck. ]

… Like you touching me there, too. [ That's a little harder to say, but she gets the words out eventually, murmured against his scales like so many kisses. ] Been wondering what it'd feel like. If you wanna —my bra, if you wanna move it …

[othellovonryan]

[His breathing is heavy, he feels heated, buzzy as her hand moves over his back, her teeth making him shiver and another low churr, just getting lower and louder when her mouth moves over the scars on his neck.]

You-you haven't- [He gasps and a needy trill, mixed with the churrs.] It-its calling out. A sound of need and want. M-makes sense. [A sound he really can't resist when she's touching him. The low rumbles soothing and pushing him to want more. To try and get them out of her.]

[There is another hard shiver and his hand is bolder, pushing up her bra and cupping her breast. Squeezing gently and rubbing his thumb over her nipple. Still fairly gentle, but not as slow as he explores her.]

[bluediligence]

[ Need and want. Yeah. Yeah, that tracks. That makes sense. Makes her shiver right down to her core, a soft trilling coo escaping.

He wants her. He wants her, and he's calling out for her. She knew that's what it was — somehow, maybe in that blossoming birdie hindbrain of hers, or maybe it was just pattern recognition. But hearing the words still gets to her. ]

Wanna hear more …

[ And his touch, that's, oh, that's — kind of a lot, actually, in the best way. Skin rough, cool, in contrast to his warmth and gentleness. Her breath hitches, stutters; that soft, encouraging coo dips lower into a churr. Her fingers twitch, tips pressing deeper against his shell as she shifts under him, squirming a little, her wings rustling and fluttering against the sheets. ]

… Dokkun — [ Deep breath. She wants this. She wants to try. ] Take my scarf off. For me. [ She gently presses her pinned hand up into his grip, more an indication, a suggestion, than any kind of attempt to free herself. ]

[othellovonryan]

[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.]

[bluediligence]

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. ]

[othellovonryan]

[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.]

[bluediligence]

[ 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. ]

[othellovonryan]

[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.

[bluediligence]

[ 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. ]

[othellovonryan]

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?

[bluediligence]

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. ]

[othellovonryan]

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...

[bluediligence]

[ 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. ]