[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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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.]