[The squirming is its own sort of welcome challenge. It forces Noah to take his time despite his rapidly fraying patience, releasing one set of strings and moving on to the ones at her neck. The fabric shifts, though not quite enough to free her breasts... but that's part of the thrill, Noah thinks. It's like he's unwrapping a gift, and even with Mio's little puffs of protest, he's dead set on savoring this moment.]
Mio...
[His breaths catch when Mio tugs on his hair. How strange it is that something like that can feel so good. Jumpy or no, Noah responds well to the tugging, greedy in the way he pivots his hips into Mio's again, tongue tracing along the shape of her core crystal.
He pulls loose the final knot at her neck, and once that filmy fabric's fallen away, Noah just— stares. Admires, really. It's not like he hasn't seen a woman's breasts before (hi Eunie), but this? This is something entirely different.
Mio's breasts are small and soft, easily covered by curious palms and fingers. If Mio's allowed to squeeze his chest, he can do the same with hers, no? Unga bunga...]
...You really are much more delicate than you seem.
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Mio...
[His breaths catch when Mio tugs on his hair. How strange it is that something like that can feel so good. Jumpy or no, Noah responds well to the tugging, greedy in the way he pivots his hips into Mio's again, tongue tracing along the shape of her core crystal.
He pulls loose the final knot at her neck, and once that filmy fabric's fallen away, Noah just— stares. Admires, really. It's not like he hasn't seen a woman's breasts before (hi Eunie), but this? This is something entirely different.
Mio's breasts are small and soft, easily covered by curious palms and fingers. If Mio's allowed to squeeze his chest, he can do the same with hers, no? Unga bunga...]
...You really are much more delicate than you seem.