[Mm... he's in his head again, isn't he? He hasn't even quite figured out that she's already made it to the same page as him and is slowly coming around to the idea. Dumbarse... But he's studying her so hard she feels intimately known by the end of it. Knowing that part of it is because he's so intently focused on her makes it feel sweet, even if he is being a little airheaded.]
H-hey. [As his thumb skirts against the nub of her clit, now fully ready for the attention and just as sensitive as before, Mio keens and dips her head back, exposing the length of her throat. She's so close to calling his name, on the edge of letting herself say it. At the last second, she can't.] Do you wanna be inside me?
[That's what it is, right? She shifts her legs a little wider so he can fully position himself right up against her body. Her butt scoots down in the lounge, wiggling into a position she hopes she can hold for a good while.]
[She tempts him far, far too easily, and none of it's intentional, is it? Mio just appeals to him on a primal level, so much so that he dips down to lick a stripe up her bared throat, catching her lips in a kiss that lead to another and another, the answer to that question already settled in his head.]
...Yeah. More than anything.
[And he's selfish, withdrawing his fingers just to savor how good it feels when he grinds on her, desperate in a way he's never been before.]
To be together with you in any way I can. That's what I want. Mio... I hope you feel the same.
[To be moving as one again is something he's missed, admittedly, but this isn't quite like Interlinking. This is more intimate, isn't it? To be linked with her in a whole new way, to make this moment one she'll carry with her forever.]
[But it is like Interlinking a little bit, isn't it? He already knows what it's like to be inside her, for the two of them to be intertwined in a way that transcends body and spirit. She's missed it, too. it feels incomplete without him.
While he's close, Mio's arms scrabble up to tightly embrace him. She whimpers, but she can't be sure what causes it. Is it the hot trail of his tongue up her throat? The teasing drag of his cock's head against her folds over and over, getting ready for her? Is it just wanting to be so close to him? The painful yearning to be full again - full of him? Noah, who's been paying such close attention to what she likes the most, might be able to answer that question better.]
I do. That's what I feel, too. If I can't get any closer to you, I feel like I'll burst. So... please.
[This feels like such a natural thing, joining two bodies this way, and yet it's never occurred to them. Like so many things that were previously unknown to him, they'll have to chalk this one up to the odd state of their world and make peace with only discovering it now.
Even so, there's a sort of intensity here that Noah isn't sure he'd have been ready for if he weren't sharing this with Mio. He presses a kiss to her cheek before settling back and wrapping his hand around the base of his cock, lining up and slowly, carefully, shifting his hips forward to see if this deep want of theirs is something they can pull off.]
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Mio wants to watch his face for this, but curiosity gets the better of her. She tilts herself up to try and see between them, getting as much of an idea of what's happening as she can witness.
Though she might try to speak, that attempt goes out the window as she starts to feel the full press of him inside her, any noise instead coming out as a guttural groan. He's, what? About as big as his fingers? No, probably a bit more than that... she can feel the ache of being stretched again, this time prolonged and gradual. It's hard not to bear down on him.]
It doesn't hurt - really. It's just... [Well, probably exactly what he can feel.] A little tight. Sorry. [Why is she apologizing? It might just be because it's slow, and slow feels unfair right now when she wants to blur straight into him as fast as possible. At least she's unbelievably sparking wet. There's no mistaking that feeling.]
[This seems right to Noah, and that isn't just his dick talking, but— tight is right. It isn't painful for Noah, his concern lying more with how Mio feels. It doesn't hurt, she says, and he believes her. Still, it must feel strange, if nothing else.
Hm. What can he do to make this easier? Noah hums, sitting back and untying Mio's ribbon from his hair. She said she wanted to see him like this more often, but that's not all he's getting at here. Just give him a second to Ponder his next steps.]
Why apologize? I'm sure it feels strange. Mm... Maybe this will help.
[What she might benefit from is a proper distraction. With that in mind, Noah lowers himself onto his elbows, closing the distance between them so it's all the easier to feel her warmth against him while they kiss. Maybe, if they focus on simply kissing for a while, whatever discomfort she's feeling will ease a bit.]
[It's almost embarrassing just how well it does work as a distraction. Very quickly, she starts to melt within the warm presence of his lips and body against hers. The tension in her thigh muscles and stomach unravels to that comfort. As they kiss, Mio's arms come up to wind around Noah's back and shoulders, her fingers working through his loose hair. Kiss after kiss she lingers there, each one accompanied by a panting gasp or eager mewl tight between her lips.
And around him...Mio is still tight, but the impulse to purposefully tauten her muscles draws away. It's just being with him like this, so gentle, that really does it: She doesn't feel this safe anywhere else. She pauses, dropping a more chaste kiss against his lips.]
That's good. You're good. [Because she can't go more than a few moments without reassuring him, obviously.] It helps a lot. [More kisses? More kisses for Mio?]
[Who knew putting your lips against someone else's could be so pleasurable? They've got practicing to do, Noah is aware, having to remind himself to breathe between kisses and angle his head so their noses don't bump. Novices or not, they're having fun, aren't they? That's what matters most.
...And it feels good. That's important too. Noah shifts his hips just a hair, a little restless, but he's got more than enough to distract himself with while Mio acclimates to the stretch. While they kiss, his fingers skim her chest, tracing her core crystal en route to The Booba. He didn't squeeze these enough earlier, so pardon his reach. honk honk]
Glad to hear it. [What's with that Look? Does Mio... want more? More kissy???] But you know... I'm the one getting spoiled here.
[More kissies for Mio, teeth teasing her bottom lip while he pinches her nipple between finger and thumb. With his mouth and hands occupied, Noah has no complaints.]
[They certainly need the practice, but Mio thinks they might be getting better with every kiss. She inhales a little too much the wrong way when he pinches his fingers around her nipple, prompting the small of her back to roll tightly up into his hand. Is it any wonder she thought his chest might yield the same sensitive results? His caveman exploration nets Mio the chance both to catch her own forgotten breath and to reply.]
Huh? But I'm the one who's making you wait... [Wait for what, she still doesn't fully know. She knows, a blend of instinct and deduction and the earlier experience with his fingers giving her plenty of information to lead her to a conclusion, but it won't be the same until they both experience it for themselves. It's clear from the jerky little quirk of Noah's hips that he's barely holding off, the urge to pump into her stronger by the moment - no matter how unga bunga he is about the almighty breast.
Under different circumstances, she's pretty sure she could stay here like this forever. Even just like this, with Noah's mouth and hands, she could be satisfied for the longest time. It would be enough to satisfy her. But that inferno is back and lashing low in her belly so hard it feels like a heartbeat. If they don't keep going and soon, her newly unlocked level of desire will overpower her.] I think I'm probably ready. ...If you are! [It's a funny way of saying I'll go crazy if you don't fuck me, but she'll get there one day, once she has the words.]
[He'll look forward to grabbing her boobs at every given (private) opportunity going forward, thank you very much. For now, he's... yeah. Getting a bit restless, but Mio is too, right? Noah can tell. He may not be the best at reading people's emotions, but it'd be hard not to notice her muscles squeezing around his cock and the wetness just begging him to get a move on.
Farewell for now, little booba. Noah straightens out his arms, and positioned above her, takes one last look at the way Mio's sprawled out beneath him. This is the sort of sight he'll never tire of seeing, he's sure, drawing his hips back, gently thrusting forward, and marveling at the seamless way their bodies come together. For now, that's the pace he'll settle on: ginger but firm, his eagerness betraying him.]
...How's that? You've softened up a lot.
[And she's wetter than a waterfall, but that goes without saying. Noah has enough sense not to comment on her, uh, moisture level?]
[Over the past few minutes, Mio hasn't exactly been aware of her gradually dwindling vocabulary. She's had nothing but praise for Noah, nothing but wandering thoughts about how this feels that try to coalesce into words for her. Whatever thread was holding her articulation together snaps pretty soon after he picks up thrusting into her. The first noise she can summon is a heady moan, and when nothing else comes after, she nods vigorously. For all the reinforcement Noah received earlier, this should still be good to communicate what she's feeling.
Plus, she's kinda wet... Which she's pretty sure he can tell without her commentary. Still, would he even want to hear it? Would he want to know that she's never felt like this before, and it's all due to him? She wants to think about these things so she can learn. She wants to know how she compares to her hand and if she can get to the same peak he did earlier. But she just can't. She really can't think at all.
Mio isn't fully sure what to do with herself, especially with him having abandoned her boobs to the cold and lonely elements, so Mio lets her hands wander, curious and desperately looking for purchase. They move over his shoulders, his upper arms, his back, her nails just beginning to scratch the skin. Her legs seem to have a better idea of where to go - she brings them up around him almost immediately and giving him even easier access. Hopefully he had no plans to abandon his task any time soon.]
[...No wonder the cowboys in that movie were so invested in having sex with each other. They've only just begun and Noah can see himself wiling away the hours with Mio just like this— touching each other, trading kisses, moving in sync, sharing each other's shuttering breaths. In a way, he feels whole. Complete. In a way, Noah feels that, if he can hold his moment forever in his heart, maybe saying goodbye won't be quite so hard.
If only. That thought's easily cast aside for the time being, Noah's mind made a mess by arousal as he bites back the urge to punch his hips forward at a steadier clip. He picks up speed, still, but he's cognizant of Mio's comfort, moving only as fast as he can get away with.]
Ah—
[He goosebumps under the drag of her fingernails, tries and fails not to thrust sharply into her when he finds the threat of them biting into his skin terribly arousing. Why is that his kink? What is a kink? Details for future Noah to work out. The Noah of the here and now is quick to assure her of what he likes so she can stash away this knowledge for the future. When he speaks, he's just a bit parched for air.]
Your nails... That feels good, when you drag them like that.
[In turn, the unexpected pitch in speed and intensity spikes a guttural noise from somewhere deep in her belly. It's an animalistic, raw sound Mio didn't even know humans could make. Normally, she might be a little embarrassed by it, even more color rising to her already flushed face. With Noah, she feels safe. Even if she has no idea what she's doing and makes a fool of herself in front of him. She tries to rearrange noise into words and summon the ability to speak once more, working around the pants of her breath.]
Yeah...? Like this? [Hand pressed to the wide open plane of his upper back, Mio deliberately draws her nails up and along the skin. As she feels the drag of her fingers over his body, she bites her lower lip, the enjoyment bare in her expression as she holds his gaze. It feels good to him, but she's also indulging in its intimacy. As her nails slip beneath the curtain of his hair to tease at the nape of his neck, she manages a tiny smug cat grin between her breaths. That's good?]
[As worked up as she is, Mio is more than satisfied with the attention she's getting. Every time he pushes forward all the way or lingers fully sheathed inside her, she revels in the closeness with a tiny squeeze of her legs. It's embarrassing and a little selfish, maybe, that her body misses the feeling of his hands on it even then, while he's already putting in so much effort. Her heartbeat is in her throat and between her legs, her clit practically throbbing every time their bodies rub together. It's impossible to imagine this feeling so good with anyone else.] Sparks... Kiss my neck again?
[Honestly? If Mio's feeling embarrassed, Noah hasn't noticed. He's too lost in the pussy sauce, so excuse him if he's a little less than coherent.
Sighs spool from his mouth like loose ribbon, and he's clearly enjoying himself— at least, he hopes it's obvious. This is a moment for both of them to enjoy, after all, and Mio deserves to know that no one makes him feel like she does.]
...Yeah. Just like that.
[Her request prompts a smile, though it's brief, pulled apart by heady sighs and the pleasant drag of nails along his back, spine arching and skin tingling. Almost too quickly, Noah nods, obedient as ever, and leans in to dress her neck in kisses.
...He isn't going to last long enough to enjoy this as much as he wants, but who's going to stop them from doing it a second time? A third? Noah huffs, kisses turning into licks into bites, the temptation to mark her overwhelming him. That last bite'll smart, leave a pretty little bruise on her skin, and he'll apologize for it later. Noah simply needed to.]
[She smiles her own short-lived smile at his expression - and at watching it unravel as her nails mark their path down along his skin. Mio is far too pleased with herself for her success.
Noah's teeth dig into her skin, marking her with the most possessive bite yet, and Mio whimpers with a high, singing cry that's far from in pain. He doesn't need to keep her from going anywhere: She's right here and will be as long as she's able. And yet... how happy and grateful she is for this sense of safety despite the harsh reality of their situation. How glad she is to belong somewhere. As the sensations in her body become more and more likely to fade, that he can make her feel something so strongly is - ]
Ah, that's good... You're amazing... Ah -!
[It sneaks up on her. One might even say it comes out of nowhere - just like she's about to. The hot, never-scratchable itch, the unbearable need, the not-quite-pain pleasure of his thrusting and biting - they drive noise after noise out of her as soon as her mouth is open for the first cry. Mio's knees draw up even more, almost as if she could fold in on herself and chase this feeling. She clenches around him again and again, his name on repeat in her head if not her mouth. It all goes starry, her body shuddering uncontrollably, and she shrieks loudly enough to summon a noise complaint.]
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H-hey. [As his thumb skirts against the nub of her clit, now fully ready for the attention and just as sensitive as before, Mio keens and dips her head back, exposing the length of her throat. She's so close to calling his name, on the edge of letting herself say it. At the last second, she can't.] Do you wanna be inside me?
[That's what it is, right? She shifts her legs a little wider so he can fully position himself right up against her body. Her butt scoots down in the lounge, wiggling into a position she hopes she can hold for a good while.]
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...Yeah. More than anything.
[And he's selfish, withdrawing his fingers just to savor how good it feels when he grinds on her, desperate in a way he's never been before.]
To be together with you in any way I can. That's what I want. Mio... I hope you feel the same.
[To be moving as one again is something he's missed, admittedly, but this isn't quite like Interlinking. This is more intimate, isn't it? To be linked with her in a whole new way, to make this moment one she'll carry with her forever.]
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While he's close, Mio's arms scrabble up to tightly embrace him. She whimpers, but she can't be sure what causes it. Is it the hot trail of his tongue up her throat? The teasing drag of his cock's head against her folds over and over, getting ready for her? Is it just wanting to be so close to him? The painful yearning to be full again - full of him? Noah, who's been paying such close attention to what she likes the most, might be able to answer that question better.]
I do. That's what I feel, too. If I can't get any closer to you, I feel like I'll burst. So... please.
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[This feels like such a natural thing, joining two bodies this way, and yet it's never occurred to them. Like so many things that were previously unknown to him, they'll have to chalk this one up to the odd state of their world and make peace with only discovering it now.
Even so, there's a sort of intensity here that Noah isn't sure he'd have been ready for if he weren't sharing this with Mio. He presses a kiss to her cheek before settling back and wrapping his hand around the base of his cock, lining up and slowly, carefully, shifting his hips forward to see if this deep want of theirs is something they can pull off.]
...Tell me if it hurts, alright? I'll stop.
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then she was destroyed by his surprise monster dongMio wants to watch his face for this, but curiosity gets the better of her. She tilts herself up to try and see between them, getting as much of an idea of what's happening as she can witness.
Though she might try to speak, that attempt goes out the window as she starts to feel the full press of him inside her, any noise instead coming out as a guttural groan. He's, what? About as big as his fingers? No, probably a bit more than that... she can feel the ache of being stretched again, this time prolonged and gradual. It's hard not to bear down on him.]
It doesn't hurt - really. It's just... [Well, probably exactly what he can feel.] A little tight. Sorry. [Why is she apologizing? It might just be because it's slow, and slow feels unfair right now when she wants to blur straight into him as fast as possible. At least she's unbelievably sparking wet. There's no mistaking that feeling.]
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Hm. What can he do to make this easier? Noah hums, sitting back and untying Mio's ribbon from his hair. She said she wanted to see him like this more often, but that's not all he's getting at here. Just give him a second to Ponder his next steps.]
Why apologize? I'm sure it feels strange. Mm... Maybe this will help.
[What she might benefit from is a proper distraction. With that in mind, Noah lowers himself onto his elbows, closing the distance between them so it's all the easier to feel her warmth against him while they kiss. Maybe, if they focus on simply kissing for a while, whatever discomfort she's feeling will ease a bit.]
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And around him...Mio is still tight, but the impulse to purposefully tauten her muscles draws away. It's just being with him like this, so gentle, that really does it: She doesn't feel this safe anywhere else. She pauses, dropping a more chaste kiss against his lips.]
That's good. You're good. [Because she can't go more than a few moments without reassuring him, obviously.] It helps a lot. [More kisses? More kisses for Mio?]
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...And it feels good. That's important too. Noah shifts his hips just a hair, a little restless, but he's got more than enough to distract himself with while Mio acclimates to the stretch. While they kiss, his fingers skim her chest, tracing her core crystal en route to The Booba. He didn't squeeze these enough earlier, so pardon his reach. honk honk]
Glad to hear it. [What's with that Look? Does Mio... want more? More kissy???] But you know... I'm the one getting spoiled here.
[More kissies for Mio, teeth teasing her bottom lip while he pinches her nipple between finger and thumb. With his mouth and hands occupied, Noah has no complaints.]
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Huh? But I'm the one who's making you wait... [Wait for what, she still doesn't fully know. She knows, a blend of instinct and deduction and the earlier experience with his fingers giving her plenty of information to lead her to a conclusion, but it won't be the same until they both experience it for themselves. It's clear from the jerky little quirk of Noah's hips that he's barely holding off, the urge to pump into her stronger by the moment - no matter how unga bunga he is about the almighty breast.
Under different circumstances, she's pretty sure she could stay here like this forever. Even just like this, with Noah's mouth and hands, she could be satisfied for the longest time. It would be enough to satisfy her. But that inferno is back and lashing low in her belly so hard it feels like a heartbeat. If they don't keep going and soon, her newly unlocked level of desire will overpower her.] I think I'm probably ready. ...If you are! [It's a funny way of saying I'll go crazy if you don't fuck me, but she'll get there one day, once she has the words.]
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Farewell for now, little booba. Noah straightens out his arms, and positioned above her, takes one last look at the way Mio's sprawled out beneath him. This is the sort of sight he'll never tire of seeing, he's sure, drawing his hips back, gently thrusting forward, and marveling at the seamless way their bodies come together. For now, that's the pace he'll settle on: ginger but firm, his eagerness betraying him.]
...How's that? You've softened up a lot.
[And she's wetter than a waterfall, but that goes without saying. Noah has enough sense not to comment on her, uh, moisture level?]
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Plus, she's kinda wet... Which she's pretty sure he can tell without her commentary. Still, would he even want to hear it? Would he want to know that she's never felt like this before, and it's all due to him? She wants to think about these things so she can learn. She wants to know how she compares to her hand and if she can get to the same peak he did earlier. But she just can't. She really can't think at all.
Mio isn't fully sure what to do with herself, especially with him having abandoned her boobs to the cold and lonely elements, so Mio lets her hands wander, curious and desperately looking for purchase. They move over his shoulders, his upper arms, his back, her nails just beginning to scratch the skin. Her legs seem to have a better idea of where to go - she brings them up around him almost immediately and giving him even easier access. Hopefully he had no plans to abandon his task any time soon.]
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If only. That thought's easily cast aside for the time being, Noah's mind made a mess by arousal as he bites back the urge to punch his hips forward at a steadier clip. He picks up speed, still, but he's cognizant of Mio's comfort, moving only as fast as he can get away with.]
Ah—
[He goosebumps under the drag of her fingernails, tries and fails not to thrust sharply into her when he finds the threat of them biting into his skin terribly arousing. Why is that his kink? What is a kink? Details for future Noah to work out. The Noah of the here and now is quick to assure her of what he likes so she can stash away this knowledge for the future. When he speaks, he's just a bit parched for air.]
Your nails... That feels good, when you drag them like that.
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Yeah...? Like this? [Hand pressed to the wide open plane of his upper back, Mio deliberately draws her nails up and along the skin. As she feels the drag of her fingers over his body, she bites her lower lip, the enjoyment bare in her expression as she holds his gaze. It feels good to him, but she's also indulging in its intimacy. As her nails slip beneath the curtain of his hair to tease at the nape of his neck, she manages a tiny smug cat grin between her breaths. That's good?]
[As worked up as she is, Mio is more than satisfied with the attention she's getting. Every time he pushes forward all the way or lingers fully sheathed inside her, she revels in the closeness with a tiny squeeze of her legs. It's embarrassing and a little selfish, maybe, that her body misses the feeling of his hands on it even then, while he's already putting in so much effort. Her heartbeat is in her throat and between her legs, her clit practically throbbing every time their bodies rub together. It's impossible to imagine this feeling so good with anyone else.] Sparks... Kiss my neck again?
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Sighs spool from his mouth like loose ribbon, and he's clearly enjoying himself— at least, he hopes it's obvious. This is a moment for both of them to enjoy, after all, and Mio deserves to know that no one makes him feel like she does.]
...Yeah. Just like that.
[Her request prompts a smile, though it's brief, pulled apart by heady sighs and the pleasant drag of nails along his back, spine arching and skin tingling. Almost too quickly, Noah nods, obedient as ever, and leans in to dress her neck in kisses.
...He isn't going to last long enough to enjoy this as much as he wants, but who's going to stop them from doing it a second time? A third? Noah huffs, kisses turning into licks into bites, the temptation to mark her overwhelming him. That last bite'll smart, leave a pretty little bruise on her skin, and he'll apologize for it later. Noah simply needed to.]
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Noah's teeth dig into her skin, marking her with the most possessive bite yet, and Mio whimpers with a high, singing cry that's far from in pain. He doesn't need to keep her from going anywhere: She's right here and will be as long as she's able. And yet... how happy and grateful she is for this sense of safety despite the harsh reality of their situation. How glad she is to belong somewhere. As the sensations in her body become more and more likely to fade, that he can make her feel something so strongly is - ]
Ah, that's good... You're amazing... Ah -!
[It sneaks up on her. One might even say it comes out of nowhere - just like she's about to. The hot, never-scratchable itch, the unbearable need, the not-quite-pain pleasure of his thrusting and biting - they drive noise after noise out of her as soon as her mouth is open for the first cry. Mio's knees draw up even more, almost as if she could fold in on herself and chase this feeling. She clenches around him again and again, his name on repeat in her head if not her mouth. It all goes starry, her body shuddering uncontrollably, and she shrieks loudly enough to summon a noise complaint.]