[She was comfortable and warm and in that moment would have loved to simply cuddle so she could enjoy the sweet noises he made, so he catches her by surprise enough that her grip tightens instinctively around his shoulders when he lifts her. Not that she minded, as knowing he could easily scoop her into his arms and carry her was thrilling, and his chuckle had left her feeling warm all over and she wished to hear more of it. But it ends too quickly and she only manages to make a token whine of protest when he deposits her on the bed.
Her pout is clearly for show from how dramatic it is, disapproving of seemingly being separated from his warm embrace and it's dropped just as quickly as she put it on when he placates her with a kiss.]
Oh? You thought you were getting out of finishing what we started?
[Her brows arch and she smiles up at him, at least until she notices what he's doing with his hand. Then her smile grows wider, and it's playful and lighthearted again as she rests her head on his shoulder.]
Because I don't remember saying I was done, you know. Your fingers felt amazing but I think I'm more than ready for more. Do you want help with that?
[It was so easy to slide a hand into the wide opening of his shirt, her fingers splayed across his chest to feel the beat of his heart beneath her palm as she watched him work his trousers open one-handed.]
I think that it is worth checking in when circumstances change.
[ He says it evenly but not unkindly; if it’s a thing no one has told her, then he will be the one to say it. She always has a right to change her mind. ]
But so long as you wish for more, I will do my best to satisfy.
[ Her exaggerated expressions and bright eyes do get a gentle smile from him, though. Something about this is new for her. She’s not in control of expressing her wants or feelings directly. Youth, yes, but something else. And that’s perfectly alright. He’s honored to have gotten a glimpse.
As to what he wants, well. ]
I wish to see and hear you so lost in pleasure and adequately exhausted to sleep deeply, my lady.
[ He closes his eyes, I taking deeply at the feeling of her hand on his chest as he gets his cock free, disentangling only enough to work his pants off the the floor. ]
You said it would be your first; you are welcome to explore as you wish. You will not cause me discomfort. Now, how do I help remove this garment from you? It is my first.
i am so sorry for taking forever and then leaving you with one of the least serious things...
Hmmmm, makes sense to me. As long as everyone's still having a good time that's the important part.
[Yet his next words leave her flustered, and she ends up hiding her face in one of the frilly ruffles at the collar of his shirt. There was just something about the way he said it that lit her up on the inside with the giddy, fluttery feeling that she couldn't remember when the last time was that she'd felt it. Unconsciously squeezing him tighter as she giggled from the rush before he pulled away. Aerith let her hand trail across bare skin before he was out of reach, but only for a moment.
Biting her lip, her finger wound into a loose curl of hair, wrapping it tight before letting the curl spring free again. Basch might not be at his peak of health, but that didn't stop him from being handsome. Battered and scarred, and worn thin at the edges in a way that good meals and peaceful rest would surely solve in time, but she still ran her hands over his thighs, up his hips and under his shirt to grip his waist before leaning in to plant a gentle kiss at the lowest point of the plunging neckline.
Only to lean back and peer down at her own excuse of an outfit with open bafflement.]
You know, that's a great question. Um...
[A twist, peering at the overlapping straps before finding the most obvious gaps.]
Oh! It's a top and a bottom, okay, that's not so bad. I think if you just...hook your hands under this bit it can be lifted off? And the bottom bit can just be slid off like normal from what I can tell. It just looks extra complicated, I think.
[Not that it stops her from letting out a faint yip when a strap she'd tugged experimentally slipped from her grasp to snap back into place and catching her right on a tender spot, leaving her with a hand clapped over her abused nipple with a wince.]
Ow....
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seriously no worries on either. i love chaos for him
[ Had he said something wrong? Her face is buried in his shirt, clinging like a startled youth.
He's only left hesitating for a moment, because her hand trails up his leg, across his thigh and torso, and if he weren't already hard, he'd be there now. Her touch is so assertive, but warm. It makes he breath catch. No one has touched him like that in...a very long time.
And the way she kisses makes his stomach twist and flutter. She puts such value on him.
He wishes to live up to it.
And he smiles a little, that she doesn't know how the garment works any better than he does. It eases the discomfort of what he's wearing. Though his brows knit as she makes a sound of pain. This will prove more challenging than he expected. ]
Slow and gentle then.
[ His hands come tot he bottom portion first, tugging her up she he can get his hands under it, a barrier between the tight straps and her skin. It cuts against him, but he doesn't mind, likes the sting even. It's easy enough, to work the tight contraption down her legs, but it leaves him close to her, breath hot against her shoulders and neck, suddenly very aware of his naked arousal so close to her now bare lower body. ]
There -- now the top.
[ This is even more intimate, hands sliding up over her waist and under the straps, brushing her breasts. ]
Arms up, mm, there--
[ He works it up, careful to use his own hands to ease the straps over breast and nipple, breathing growing more ragged as he caresses her skin. It takes slow going, to get the tight pieces over her shoulders and head without disturbing her hair too badly, but then it's tossed aside, and they are near flush, both naked.
He places his hands on her sides, roaming them over her stomach and then around to her ass, testing, enjoying. Fascinated by the light discoloration and bumps left by the harness. ]
You said this would be your first cock. You are welcome to touch and explore as you desire.
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Her pout is clearly for show from how dramatic it is, disapproving of seemingly being separated from his warm embrace and it's dropped just as quickly as she put it on when he placates her with a kiss.]
Oh? You thought you were getting out of finishing what we started?
[Her brows arch and she smiles up at him, at least until she notices what he's doing with his hand. Then her smile grows wider, and it's playful and lighthearted again as she rests her head on his shoulder.]
Because I don't remember saying I was done, you know. Your fingers felt amazing but I think I'm more than ready for more. Do you want help with that?
[It was so easy to slide a hand into the wide opening of his shirt, her fingers splayed across his chest to feel the beat of his heart beneath her palm as she watched him work his trousers open one-handed.]
no subject
[ He says it evenly but not unkindly; if it’s a thing no one has told her, then he will be the one to say it. She always has a right to change her mind. ]
But so long as you wish for more, I will do my best to satisfy.
[ Her exaggerated expressions and bright eyes do get a gentle smile from him, though. Something about this is new for her. She’s not in control of expressing her wants or feelings directly. Youth, yes, but something else. And that’s perfectly alright. He’s honored to have gotten a glimpse.
As to what he wants, well. ]
I wish to see and hear you so lost in pleasure and adequately exhausted to sleep deeply, my lady.
[ He closes his eyes, I taking deeply at the feeling of her hand on his chest as he gets his cock free, disentangling only enough to work his pants off the the floor. ]
You said it would be your first; you are welcome to explore as you wish. You will not cause me discomfort. Now, how do I help remove this garment from you? It is my first.
i am so sorry for taking forever and then leaving you with one of the least serious things...
[Yet his next words leave her flustered, and she ends up hiding her face in one of the frilly ruffles at the collar of his shirt. There was just something about the way he said it that lit her up on the inside with the giddy, fluttery feeling that she couldn't remember when the last time was that she'd felt it. Unconsciously squeezing him tighter as she giggled from the rush before he pulled away. Aerith let her hand trail across bare skin before he was out of reach, but only for a moment.
Biting her lip, her finger wound into a loose curl of hair, wrapping it tight before letting the curl spring free again. Basch might not be at his peak of health, but that didn't stop him from being handsome. Battered and scarred, and worn thin at the edges in a way that good meals and peaceful rest would surely solve in time, but she still ran her hands over his thighs, up his hips and under his shirt to grip his waist before leaning in to plant a gentle kiss at the lowest point of the plunging neckline.
Only to lean back and peer down at her own excuse of an outfit with open bafflement.]
You know, that's a great question. Um...
[A twist, peering at the overlapping straps before finding the most obvious gaps.]
Oh! It's a top and a bottom, okay, that's not so bad. I think if you just...hook your hands under this bit it can be lifted off? And the bottom bit can just be slid off like normal from what I can tell. It just looks extra complicated, I think.
[Not that it stops her from letting out a faint yip when a strap she'd tugged experimentally slipped from her grasp to snap back into place and catching her right on a tender spot, leaving her with a hand clapped over her abused nipple with a wince.]
Ow....
seriously no worries on either. i love chaos for him
He's only left hesitating for a moment, because her hand trails up his leg, across his thigh and torso, and if he weren't already hard, he'd be there now. Her touch is so assertive, but warm. It makes he breath catch. No one has touched him like that in...a very long time.
And the way she kisses makes his stomach twist and flutter. She puts such value on him.
He wishes to live up to it.
And he smiles a little, that she doesn't know how the garment works any better than he does. It eases the discomfort of what he's wearing. Though his brows knit as she makes a sound of pain. This will prove more challenging than he expected. ]
Slow and gentle then.
[ His hands come tot he bottom portion first, tugging her up she he can get his hands under it, a barrier between the tight straps and her skin. It cuts against him, but he doesn't mind, likes the sting even. It's easy enough, to work the tight contraption down her legs, but it leaves him close to her, breath hot against her shoulders and neck, suddenly very aware of his naked arousal so close to her now bare lower body. ]
There -- now the top.
[ This is even more intimate, hands sliding up over her waist and under the straps, brushing her breasts. ]
Arms up, mm, there--
[ He works it up, careful to use his own hands to ease the straps over breast and nipple, breathing growing more ragged as he caresses her skin. It takes slow going, to get the tight pieces over her shoulders and head without disturbing her hair too badly, but then it's tossed aside, and they are near flush, both naked.
He places his hands on her sides, roaming them over her stomach and then around to her ass, testing, enjoying. Fascinated by the light discoloration and bumps left by the harness. ]
You said this would be your first cock. You are welcome to touch and explore as you desire.