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[bardische]

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[bardische]

[ He's not familiar with this material, but his eyes watch, lips parting, as the straps bend and shift so easily at her touch.

And below the thing covering, her nipples are lush and hard, sending another wave of heat through him. Her suggestion mirroring his own makes him feel at once exposed, but also emboldened.

And also makes him blush at her question. Had he misread...? ]

To press it between your legs, Lady, and inside if you wished.

[ He makes an effort to keep her gaze. The boldness, the risk of disappointing her sends heat through him again, and the possibility of pleasing her balloons even larger. ]

[fallen_cetra]

[Her wide smile turns into a grin, he was rewarded with her stroking his cheek with the back of her knuckles.]

That's what I thought you'd meant, I'd like that very much. After all, we'll both enjoy it, and then I'll be ready for more of you later.

[Like this it's too easy to hold his face and press another kiss to his brow, letting herself indulge in the impulsive thoughts that watching him inspired.

So she rocked her hips towards him, offering herself as she gave his leash a playful tug.]

Go on then, my handsome soldier. Let me see what those hands and mouth can do. I think you'll find I'm more than ready to find out.

[bardische]

[ His breath catches again. She'd just wanted him to say it, and something about that level of control makes him hot. That, and her so plainly saying she wants him multiple ways.

He hasn't had much experience with people being both demanding and sweet. He's almost not sure what to do with it, but he wants so deeply to please her. Breathing in sharply, he kisses her stomach before tipping his head up, finding her breast with his mouth before sliding his other hand up her thigh and between her legs. There's more harness there, which is no problem now. Still, he starts with his hand broad and flat, pressing up against her opening and up to her clit. He wants to feel her rock and moan as his other hand works her breast, digging his fingers in more sharply and tugging on her other nipple with his teeth.

He's going to be desperate for her by the time she wants his cock, and the thought makes him moan against her flesh, sucking hard. He tips his thighs against her, and he knows she can see the way his hips cant toward her. ]

[fallen_cetra]

Mmmm, yes, just like that.

[Aerith practically purred at the feel of his lips on her skin, his hair was so easy to bury her fingers in, her hands cradling the back of his head to keep him from pulling away. There was really no sense in being quiet or holding back her squirming, so the heat of his wet mouth and his calloused palm against her wet folds had her hips bucking towards him, a ragged sigh dragged from her as her eyes fell shut.]

Your hands and your mouth feel so good, Basch. You're being so good for me, your hands feel so big...

[The urge to let her head fall back as she rocked against his fingers was almost unbearably strong, but she kept watching him as she ground her hips into his hand. The lace was already soaked through, watching and listening to him ever since the leash had ended up in her hands had been almost unbearable. Which actually gave her an idea...

Licking her lips, she left one hand at the back of his neck, keeping him close to her breast, while the other made sure his hair was swept back from his face so he could meet her gaze if he looked up.]

My handsome soldier...I've been wanting to touch you this whole time, Basch. To feel you hold me, wondering what it would be like to have you push me into the mattress and take me. Feeling your fingers inside me is going to be well worth the wait, I'm really looking forward to it.

[bardische]

[ Basch would not pull away, not now that he was so engrossed in pleasing her. Still, there's something undeniably pleasant about the way she cradles him to her. It's not a trapping of him here, like some of the other people he's been with. There's still a hierarchy, with her still in charge, but it's soft, inviting. He wouldn't want to leave even if he could.

And hearing her sigh like that only makes the desire to stay and finish what he's started stronger. He gives a shuddering gasp of his own as she rides his hand, the wetness dampening both lace and his fingers. There's something that makes his eyes prickle, the way she tells him how good he is. He isn't, he isn't, but he's so glad to be good for her, that his large hands and scarred soldier's body please her.

And he nearly shudders at the request she's spinning. He pulls back from her breast, looking up at her only to ask ] Do you wish my fingers here and my cock on the bed, my Lady, or to stick to only my hand on mouth?

[ He kneads her breast as he talks, hand not letting up, his words against warm against her flesh. Perhaps it's how kind she's been, perhaps it's the arousal finally taking over, but he sighs, reaching up to cup her face instead. ]

Gods you are precious. I would see your every desire satisfied that I can.

[fallen_cetra]

[His hand felt really good, to the point where she'd bitten her lip and was finding a good rhythm against his fingers when he spoke, breaking her from her warm haze to focus on his face again. For a moment she simply shuddered from the feeling of one of his fingers having slipped beneath the lace from her rocking, but she was still quick to nuzzle against his hand. Pressing a kiss to the heel of his palm, Aerith covered his hand with her own.]

Let's start with just your mouth and hands, Basch. Then after I've gotten used to it, we'll settle onto the bed properly and I'll happily take your cock. It'll be my first, so take good care of me, okay?

[She kisses his hand again, each of his callouses from holding his weapons, then another to the pad of his thumb.]

I want to take care of you too, you know. Don't think you aren't getting out of this without letting me make you happy too, mister!

[The smile she gave him kept the sting from her words, though it did take a turn for the mischievous as she took his thumb into her mouth to give it a suck.]

[bardische]

[ His eyes widen, lips parting. He oughtn't be gifted with something so precious, and some part of him wishes to argue.

But -- he also knows what this place can do, and she deserves to be taken care of, for her first to be safe and pleasant. He's more than willing to do that for her, even if it bewilders him why she's chosen him. ]

I only ask to keep you comfortable, Lady. It will be my honor.

[ His breath comes as a shudder as she turns to delicately kiss his callouses. Perhaps he is a good choice for this, a gentle old dog with no agenda of his own, someone she can explore and tease with no risk. That makes him...content. Perhaps he is uniquely good for something, and something precious at that.

But his face turns to surprise. ] I am extremely happy, Lady. [ This is more than enough. Seeing her so pleased is a high even orgasm does not touch. ] But I will gladly receive what you wish to give. [ She deserved exploring that too.

For now, he brushes her face again before returning his hand and lips to her breast, purposely sliding the lace away so she can feel his skin against her.

And promptly moans, because she is so slick and warm and swollen already. He slides one finger up, stroking her clit. The force of her thrusting means his flattened fingers threaten to slip into her, and his cock throbs. ]

Turn around for me [ he says gently. It's easier to lead knowing his experience is something to benefit her. ] Lean against me or sit on my lap. Are you alright with my fingers inside, or would you prefer I keep like this?

[fallen_cetra]

[Aerith would've laughed to hear his confusion over choosing him, if it wasn't so sad to begin with that he even had to ask. She didn't trust this place, didn't trust the nasty whispers that crawled across her skin and filled her with dread in the halls. Didn't trust the way the local patrons watched the Wildcards.

It felt too much like the worst parts of Wall Market. Or worse, like the way that Hojo watched her.

But Basch was warm and sweet, gentle and tender as if he was afraid she'd shatter like brittle glass at the slightest touch. Yes, he wanted her, that much was obvious, but there was a huge difference in the way he looked at her as if she was the most powerful creature in the world, unlike the locals who watched her like hungry beasts in a meat market.

That and she was rather enjoying how he made her feel like a princess in a spicy romance with her most trusted knight. Not the sort of story she'd ever admitted she enjoyed, but a girl could have fantasies of her own.]

I promise I'll tell you if I need you to hold back a little.

[She even seals it with a kiss to his palm, rubbing her cheek against it afterwards before he pulls his hand away. Instead she practically purrs as he lifts the lace out of the way, her hips twitching at the jolt his touch sent through her.]

Mmm?

[Focusing on his face took a moment, but she did manage a nod, leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.]

Inside is fine, your hands feel so good, Basch.

[This time she didn't resist the urge to kiss him again, pressing it to his scarred cheek before settling into his lap. The dress was tossed aside for later, and she felt incredibly exposed like this. While she might not be naked, it felt more intense than when she'd been in the mixed baths. Like this she could feel his warmth through his clothes, his broad chest pressed against her back, and his obvious erection rubbing insistently against her through his trousers. True, she missed the feeling of his lips against her skin, but leaning back against him with her legs spread almost made her giggle from the anticipation.]

[bardische]

[ It's a little easier to believe her compliments, if only because her inexperience rearranges his understanding of her expectations. He remembers how much stronger the sensations were early on for their novelty. He suspects, though, that hers is not entirely due to youth; he is certain that she is not so young. A passing curiosity, then, that she has not lain with a man before but is so eager now.

Whatever the thought is slips away quickly, because -- in addition to kissing his scarred body once again like it is precious -- she has resettled herself in his lap, her ass spreading over his erection in a way that even he cannot think straight.

He wraps one arm across her torso, resuming its kneading of her warm breast while bracing her firmly against his chest. The other goes back to her opening, easing against her a few times before he presses one finger inside her. He expects her to buck, with how strongly she's been reacting, and he wants her to feel free to ride whatever sensations her body provides; he'll hold her steady.

She needn't miss his mouth, though. He dips his head forward, kissing slowly against her shoulder to the swell of her neck, where he gently applies pressure with her teeth, testing what she may like. He's breathless himself, wishing he had another hand to wrap around the thick flesh of her stunning thighs. The fantasy of her riding his cock in his lap like this comes again, and he doesn't fight it quite as hard. ]

You can pull the lead if you wish [ he murmurs, surprising himself, but not regretting the words. ]

[fallen_cetra]

[It's so easy to sink back into his warmth, her head nestled in the curve where his neck and shoulder meet. To relax with a happy sigh on her lips because she's caged in by his arms. Because she wants to be. To e here, in his arms, with his gentle touch pulling a happy moan from her as she lets her eyes fall shut and just feel.

His battle-worn hands feel wonderful, just rough enough that her thighs tremble slightly at the feel of his fingers spreading her, her hips twitching towards his hand as he sank a finger inside.]

So good...

[For him she'd let herself be noisy, so used to keeping as quiet as possible when she'd had her private fun time, but not this time. This time she let herself moan happily, loving the feel of his finger inside her. Trying not to be embarrassed by the slick sounds of his fingers rubbing against her soaked folds. Though his teeth did earn him a gasped moan, a flinch going through her but it was the way her body squeezed his finger and her knees jerked up, one hand immediately moving to hang on to the back of his neck as his leash hung forgotten, that gave away how much she enjoyed it.]

Gaia, Basch, please. Please do that again.

[The lead? She cracks an eye open, and once the shivers ease up a little the leash pulls taut again, panting as she wraps it around her hand, the other buried in his hair, rubbing his scalp with a needy sort of affection.]

[bardische]

[ He'd have been confident in his choices based on how readily she opens herself to this, but his breath catches as she tells him so openly. The reaction only grows as she moans so openly, and when he bites her and she reacts so wholly, he can't help moaning back, clutching her tighter and rolling his hips against her.

He's almost sorry he reminded her of the lead, missing the hand on his neck, but this was the game she had engaged with him, and really, how can he speak negatively of any of this? It is magic beyond what he deserves, and his deepest wish is that it is good for her. As she tightens the lead though, keeping his neck close to her as her hand combs through his hair, he flushes in brief shame. This is wonderful too. ]

Let me know if anything is too much [ He reminds her gently, and then he presses a second finger into her, giving her a few strokes to grow used to the thicker intrusion before he bites her neck again, this time moaning as he does. Her movement constantly catches his near-painful erection, and the lack of control of when he'll be stimulated is maddening and -- easier to allow himself to enjoy than if she was giving him direct attention. ]

creeps in here forever late

[fallen_cetra]

Mmmm!

[For a moment she can only nod, her hand sliding back down to grip the back of his neck for a better hold as the other hung on to the leash in a tight grip as her hips rock towards his hand. Harder when he bites, and her moan is nothing less than delighted. The fact that he's allowing himself to enjoy this, feeling the shift from shame to something else warms her as she kneads his neck above the collar.]

Thank you, Basch. You're being so good for me...

[It feels a little silly to say, but she thinks she's getting the hang of this. True she gets the faintest hint from how his feelings shift, but that always feels like cheating somehow. Better to hear him use his words than to go snooping. Even better was the sound of his moan so close, the feel of it against her skin paired with the dull ache of his teeth against her skin that had her clenching around his fingers.]

My handsome soldier...

[Being pinned between the heat of his erection and his fingers didn't hurt, as no matter which way she rolled her hips, it left her purring happily.]

no worries!

[bardische]

Your knight [ he corrects gently, voice a gravelly whisper as he very carefully slips a third finger inside her. ] I am here to serve you, sweet Lady, so you are safe to fully relax.

[ Which she very clearly is. He holds firm to brace her as his hand speeds back up, his hips pulsing much as he tries to keep them steady. It's impossible to keep down the grunts of exertion and desire, his hand entirely absorbed with her, the sounds of them filling the room, and her body trembling so thoroughly against the stimulation. He's not proud of it, but he can't help giving way to chasing the stimulation of her ass against his erection, clutching her tight against him and sucking on her neck, occasionally biting. She has to be close, and he wants to hear her scream, feel her buck against him until she collapses. The lead and collar no longer matter. He's entirely dedicated to her, at least until this meeting ends, for however long she still wants to be satisfied, and that makes him hard with want and purpose.

The praise doesn't hurt either. ]

[fallen_cetra]

A-ah, my sweet and gentle knight, then. M-maybe I'll get you the shining armor for next time, to complete the look.

[Her words caught in her throat for a moment, his fingers and the roughness of his voice in her ear leave her sucking hard on her bottom lip. With the way he works her open, all she has the strength to do is lay against him, kept upright by his embrace and the leash wrapped around her hand. A nervous laugh slips from her as her thighs shudder, it was so hard to focus when she could feel how hot and hard he was even as the stretch to fit his fingers made her hips rock to meet them.]

Your fingers feel so good, Basch. They feel so big, I...I... ah—!

[The bite catches her by surprise and she arches, almost sobbing his name. The leash yanks taut and the hand on the back of his neck grips tight as Aerith tries to pull him closer, unable to escape his fingers or the way her body fights her. She's always kept herself quiet when her emotions were high, forcing herself to mask anything that wasnt her laughter. To hide any kind of weakness.

But Basch held her, his mouth at her throat made her moan, safe and secure in his arms even as her knees tried to clap shut as his fingers and mouth dragged her closer to the edge. She never cried in front of others, tried to mask any pain, always afraid someone would see and use it against her, but Basch was safe, and the weakness he punished only had her pressing harder into him, her body chasing the feeling.

So for the first time Aerith didn't bite down on the noises she made, didn't take the leash between her teeth to stifle her cries. Instead she sobbed his name, clinging to him as she came hard enough to slump against him when the tremors finally eased.]

[bardische]

I would not have been so uncomfortable in armor. [ There’s a rumble to his voice — a chuckle. But the thought is gone as quick as it comes. He’s too focused on the way she’s moaning, and when she sobs his name the first time, he inhales sharply, his kiss turning tender.

It shouldn’t make him that weak and warm to hear his name like this, but it does. He gently offers her name back, cooed between “radiant lady”, and doesn’t let up from his task, using his thick arms to keep her knees from closing and her torso back against him.

her climax builds and gods it sends gasps through him to hear her moan and sob his name. He latches his mouth to her neck, encompassing her entirely as he guides her through it, but his head snaps back and he moans sharply as the lead pulls tight and her arm scrabbles for him. That want, that praise, it just drives him to make this as good for her as he can, and when she finally slumps in his hold, he pulls her tight, stroking her hair and kissing gently against the crown of her head ]

You were radiant, my lady.

not me suckerpunching myself first thing in the morning

[fallen_cetra]

[How is she supposed to keep up the act when he keeps calling her such sweet names? It wasn't that she was embarrassed really, but she was still shaking a little and the not-quite-nervous laughter bubbled out of her as she hid behind her hand. The warm glow after her first orgasm had her feeling incredibly open and vulnerable.]

Basch, if you keep saying things like that I'm going to have a really hard time after this.

[He was so sweet, so sincere, it made her chest ache in a way she hadn't felt since...

Not for a very long time, that was for sure. It hurt in a good way, and it made her realize a part of her wanted to be selfish. Wanted to be greedy. She'd given and given and given until there'd been nothing left to give but still she'd found new ways to make things work out for her friends as she'd had to watch them move on without her. It had been satisfying at the time, she'd been more than glad to do it even when it scared her. She'd loved them as deeply as she could all while doing her best not to let them get close enough that they'd get hurt by her, but she'd never allowed herself to take what she wanted.

And Aerith hated to admit that she wanted a lot. So much that it was a little frightening. She wanted this, she wanted to be told nice things, wanted it so badly it felt like she was starving. Ached to be held longer, to be spoiled and treated like a real princess. There'd only been one person who'd ever treated her close to this and she'd long since accepted that loss and thought the wound closed and scarred over.

Now she was having to come face to face with the fact that it most certainly wasn't, and she wanted.

This was far more than she'd wanted or expected to learn about herself when she'd teased him in the shop. So she smiles, though it's wobbly still, and she laughs, breathless and flustered.]

How am I supposed to let you go if you're so sweet to me?

Bb girl

[bardische]

[ that laugh is not joy, and something in her voice changes. For a moment, his grip slackens and he nearly pulls away. What line had he crossed, what cue had he missed…? ]

If I’ve acted out of line, I sincerely apologize—

[ Then her words catch up with him, the attempt to make herself sound happy or at least carefree. His chest aches, because he remembers feeling that, when he was much younger. He knows there’s a chance he is going to make this worse for her, but if this is where she’s at, she is the only one who will be able to get herself from drowning to the surface. At least he can be a safe place to catch her breath.

And if that is the case, expecting her to take the lead is cruel. So, with her body still trembling with something more than an orgasm, he gets an arm up under her legs, twisting her so she’s cradled in his lap. ]

You’re safe, my lady. It’s alright. I’m not planning on leaving until you dismiss me, and if you wish my company again, it’s yours.

[ He tucks her into his hold, resting his head against her, acting like a shield to anything but this moment. Something in him aches, happy to sit like this indefinitely. She’s so soft and firm and warm, and to be touched with such kindness — he will cherish it long after they part. ]

send help she's not used to having to deal with her ACTUAL feelings

[fallen_cetra]

[The moment she feels his arms start to loosen she clutches him close, a little more desperately than she'd meant to, but she didn't want to be alone. Not right now. Heart pounding at the idea alone, she shook her head. Anything but that. So she gently cups his jaw, keeping him close enough that she can kiss his cheek.]

No, no, it's not you, you're fine. You're wonderful.

[When he turns her there's a moment where it's easy to see the nervous flush to her face, the way her gaze immediately drops to hide her moment of weakness from him though it's easy to see how young she looks in that moment. The fear of a hunted thing whose sense of safety has been torn away too many times haunting her even when she thought she was free of that feeling. So when he holds her she clings to him like a lifeline, hugging him tighter than she means to, soaking up the feeling of him holding her.]

Sorry, I didn't mean to sound like I didn't want you here. I'd love it if you stayed. I really want you to stay, if you'd like to.

[No, she wanted to be greedy. To soak up this warmth as long as she could. As long as he'd let her.]

[bardische]

[ he knows the way she clings to him. He’s done it before, always without meaning to. It’s the clutch of someone who has lost too much, held it back but had it shaken loose for whatever reason.

He strokes her hair with one hand, kissing her head and keeping her secure with the other. He’d be lying if he said it wasn’t doing something for him to be held this intensely. It’s not about him, he knows, but it’s such a kind and intimate touch.

When he speaks it’s low and gentle. ]

I’ll stay, Aerith. I’d like to. We can sit like this as long as you wish, and when you’re ready, why don’t we take all these things off, and I’ll lie with you? Like this again if you want, or just to sleep. It makes me no difference.

[fallen_cetra]

[The touch to her hair surprises her, but it's not long before she seems to melt from the touch, sighing softly in contentment. It feels so good, she can't remember being held like this, and the kiss leaves her with a smile on her face. This was really nice. A gentler warmth than what had her melting before, this was warm and comforting and left her practically purring against him in quiet happiness.]

Mmm, that sounds good.

[She nods, burying her face into the safe place between his neck and shoulder. A hand finds its way back to the nape of his neck, rubbing small circles above his collar when she wasn't combing her fingers through his hair.]

Thank you, Basch. You're really good at making a girl feel special, you know that? You do look great in those pants, but they really don't look very comfortable.

[bardische]

[ she settles so readily into his hold, sighing and cuddling against him, and he can’t help the gentle smile it puts on his face. She’s so young, and so sweet and strong. He really is honored to help shelter her and show her some respite. She’ll be alright; she has a fighter’s spirit and a taste for warmth. But it’s a hard path to walk.

And then she shifts, wrapping around him and stroking his neck and it’s his turn to purr, hand wide on her skin and nose in her hair. He shouldn’t be this weak to being held, but she’s so warm and soft, so sweet without asking anything of him.

Her comment reminds him that he’s still extremely hard and wearing nonsense. He chuckles, stroking her hair one more time before he moves his arms under her, standing with her still in his arms. He maneuvers them so he can set her lightly on the bed, kissing her forehead as he sets her down, one arm still around her as he starts working on loosening the pants. He’s not letting her go, just moving to get more comfortable. ]

I do want to be clear that I have no expectation for you to take care of me. I am more than happy with this evening.

[fallen_cetra]

[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.]

[bardische]

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...

[fallen_cetra]

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....

seriously no worries on either. i love chaos for him

[bardische]

[ 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.