[Another tie? No, no. Noah is determined to make this one work. Besides, he just so happens to know a girl who has plenty of experience tying ribbons into her hair. Why not learn from the best?
Noah sits up and turns so she has easy access to his hair, but not before (temporarily!) returning the ribbon to Mio's hand. She seems to want to touch his hair anyway... so why not let her?]
Why don't you give it a try and see if it holds? You can take it back it afterwards. And... if you'd like, I'll return the favor.
[And touch those ears totally by accident. Noah hasn't stopped thinking about them.]
...We have all night, just the two of us. We can practice as much as we like.
Oh, right now? [She's surprised as she takes the ribbon back.] I could do that, but I don't have a comb. I dunno how neat it'll be.
[Mio keels behind him in the lounge, a tight squeeze despite her lithe frame. He's so warm...and unlike the heat of the spa bath or the hot desert sun, it's a warmth that she doesn't think will ever overwhelm her. That or it will overwhelm her from the inside out.
With his permission, she guides the tips of her fingers through strands of his hair, lifting and smoothing them as she follows the same techniques she uses with the other girls. It's gentle, repetitive, and slow.]
Not pulling too hard, am I? Eunie never has any complaints.
[It's hard to talk about their friends when they're so far away and have no way of knowing about their wellbeing, but they can't forget they're out there waiting, either.]
[He may never be ready to admit that he's always envied the girls when they'd fuss with each other's hair at camp, but now Noah knows he was right to be. It feels so, so nice feeling someone else's fingers work through his hair, especially when those fingers belong to Mio.
...He really is in too deep. Even without full cognitive awareness of that fact, it's something Noah feels. Fingers briefly tensing in his lap, he reaches back to rest his hand on Mio's knee. She's as warm and soft as always, and if he's being honest with himself, he wishes he could be facing her right now. What a greedy guy.]
You're doing well. I'm not that sensitive. Besides, this feels nice.
Yeah. I like doing it. [It feels nice for her, too. Once she's combed it well through with her fingers, she pulls the pony up loosely at the back of his crown, slightly lower than his normal tie. The ribbon might hold it better here where it can be a bit looser. She wraps it once, twice, then pauses.]
No matter what, this time is worthwhile. [They could wish and hope for these things to have never happened. The should never forget the terrible occurrences that led them to this place and now follow them here. What horrible things to have happened. But the time that fills into the cracks like sand into the open rivulets on a log is precious still.
Mio leans forward, pressing her face into the soft fall of his hair and inhaling. Her arms snake around his waist from behind - it's probably something she saw before on screen, but in the moment, she isn't thinking about the motions or the posing. She's just following through with what feels right, her forearms pressed to his chest and stomach.]
I can't imagine it without you, and that frightens me.
She's putting it mildly, Noah thinks, even if he can feel the weight behind her every word. This time is worthwhile to him too, but it's more than that. So much more, the weight of it impressed upon him all the more heavily when Mio's arms curl around him, enveloping him in her warmth.
A bit of fear grips him too. He won't have her warm embrace forever. He won't ever feel his heart race or his cheeks burn hot for anyone else. He'll lose his happiness, his one true happiness, long before he's ready to let her go.
He can't, he can't, he can't. The weight of it all threatens to crush him, and before Noah realizes it, he's turned to snare Mio in his arms. His words are whispers against the pointed tip of her ear, and he's fighting hard not to let emotion carry into his voice and overwhelm him.
It's not working.]
The time I have with you means everything to me. Mio... I'm going to miss you when you're gone. I don't... [I don't know how I'll go on without you. Noah's hold tightens.] I don't ever want to let you go.
[She gasps, the noise punched out by the urgency with which Noah spins and grabs her. It would frighten her if it weren't him. There's so very much she's afraid of, but she understands his emotions and the intensity of them so precisely.
Eventually, Noah will need to be reminded that it's all right to let her go. She'll have to gently remove his hands from her arms. Right now, she only wants to cling to him. Time shouldn't stand still, but memory can last.
Mio turns her face to kiss whatever part of him she can reach without disturbing their huh.]
[What she can easily reach with her kisses are his neck, his jawline, but Noah will shudder wherever her lips land. Each kiss is like an electric jolt running up his spine, a live wire sparking just beneath the skin.
It feels good to be touched and held and kissed by her in ways he's never felt before. A stifled breath catches in Noah's throat, comes out as a brief, low groan that rattles in his throat against Mio's lips.
He may as well not have a brain for what little good it's doing him now. Noah loosens his hold just enough to catch her lips with his own, his kiss something weighty, vaguely needy. He does need this. He needs her, and when one kiss isn't enough, he gives her a second, a third, all similarly heavy with need.]
[The weight of it takes the breath out of her lungs - or maybe it's been forced out by her own desperate chasing of each new kiss. It's entirely different from those first kisses shared on the beach, though the small ones stolen here and there have been increasingly heated. By the third, Mio lets her mouth fall open slightly, experimentally inviting his tongue to lap at hers.
Whatever that groan was, so guttural and sharp-edged, it shot through her and settled into a cradle of sensations she wasn't used to feeling. It's like a pulled muscle that doesn't hurt but aches to be stretched even further. It's nice. It's so nice that she can't help but hum.
Mio's hands find Noah's hair again and wind through the strands she'd just pulled back for him. She curls a few locks around her fingers so she can hold on for dear purchase. If there's an added benefit that moving consequently causes her to tug him along with her, then that surely wasn't purposeful... but it is rewarding.]
[It's hard to wrap his head around how something so new can feel so natural... but why bother thinking? Going along with the demands of that little flame burning inside of him is so much easier— so much harder to resist.
Does Mio feel the same? She hums, lips parted to let him in, and Noah picks up on her cue without prompting. This is strange too, their tongues slipping and locking together, but it's more pleasant than anything else. It stokes that flame inside of him and urges Noah to give into a greedier side of himself, palm finding her hip and tugging on it with gentle insistence. How much closer can Mio get? She could be on his lap, for one thing. No need to tug him closer if they eliminate the issue of space between them completely.]
[They obviously have no idea what they're doing. It's even more obvious to Mio that this feels natural between them in ways it has the right to. The poorly matched combination of uncomfortably sticky and desperately hot that comes from still-drying clothes, skin, and hair just compounds that awkward merge of alien and inevitable.
Not to mention moving is almost impossible like this. Her knee catches on his hip, his thigh, accidentally banging into him as she clumsily tries to move into his lap as he guides her there. She almost bites his lip. It's the only reason she breaks their frantic kissing, but at least it gives her the chance to speak.]
We can do this, right? That's what this is for? [There's a whole clutch of wisps that must have hatched at some point in her stomach, and they're all fluttering at the same time. It must have started sometime when they awakened their potential. So many questions from the simple lighting of a flame.] ... You want to? Do a little more, that is?
[All this fumbling is... well........... they're operating off of limited information here, but they're figuring it out little by little... right?
Ngh. In any case, the last thing Noah wants to do is stop now. A break from their eager kissing gives Noah a much needed moment to breathe, having at some point forgotten how to. With Mio now on his lap, breathing normally's become difficult for a completely different reason.]
...Yeah. I want to see this through to the end. Don't you?
[A little more? No. If Mio allows him to, he'll take a lot more than just a little more.]
Rather... If we don't stop now, I won't want to stop at all. I don't have the self-control that you do.
[And this may the one circumstance in which Noah will ever admit to a lack of self-control.]
[She bites her lip, but the following nod is immediate and eager. Whatever clumsiness there is between them, they can't be criticized for their enthusiasm.] Yeah, I do.
[Here's Noah admitting he has no self-control and pretending that she does. In this, though, he isn't half-wrong. Her heart creaks sometimes under the strain of it all. Though she doesn't want to hurt him, the thought of losing him makes her sick. She's in too deep, after all.]
I want this. [I want you, is the unspoken statement lining her words. Her hand traces down his arm to where his hand rests on her hip before pulling his hand back to her ass.] I don't wanna stop, either.
[Mio brushes their noses together, then seals their mouths together for another kiss. As she draws Noah's lip between hers, she wonders how he'd feel if she nipped it with her teeth - and so she tries it. Hopefully not too hard!]
[You best believe Noah doesn't process a single word after Mio's introduced his hand to her ass. How long...? How long has he been an ass man and never even known it?
His hand sits in stasis on round cat ass while the rest of him fights to keep up, lured back into a kiss that he's ill-prepared to combat, which— why is he thinking of this like a fight? Which one of them is winning??
Noah's fingers reflexively squeeze when Mio bites his lip, something she'll find he responds very well to. There's that low, pleased note catching in his throat again, hips arching to press up into her. Can't help it, sorry. In lieu of an apology, Noah returns the favor, but it isn't Mio's lip he bites. When their lips part, he seeks out the soft juncture between her shoulder and neck and sets his teeth to it, savoring the warmth of her skin beneath his tongue.]
[The first love scene they'd ever seen did come with combat attached. What's happening here lacks that aggressive spark, but the boiling lake of emotions with nowhere else to go is heating up just the same. Perhaps both fires, however, were fueled by desperation.
Mio's groans are high and breathy in her chest, all air that comes out of her like it's surprised. The first one comes when he rocks up against her; the second follows shortly after as his teeth scrape along her neck. She rocks against him in response, confirming with the drag of her body the way he feels between them; different and hard and amazing.]
Are you okay...? [She can't imagine it feels anything but good. Mio attempts to glance, but looking down is difficult with their bodies pressed together and Noah's face buried against her neck. She can only tilt her head down, opening up a wider swath for him to kiss and bite. Her palm draws along the side of his chest but hesitates before descending any further. Even just touching there is something she wants to linger on.]
[Her voice is music to his ears. Context is a hell of a thing, isn't it? Noah knew on some level that he cares for Mio on a level that the others haven't quite reached, but being alone with her like this, touching her like this, feeling her like this... it's all being put into perspective now. How silly he was, not realizing how badly he wanted Mio until finally holding her in his hands.
He briefly tenses when Mio rocks against him, muscles in his thighs pulling taut, and he tries to shift so it's maybe not super immediately obvious that he's getting hard?? Except it is, and explaining that to Mio is less of a pressing matter than giving her more of what she wants, one hand pinned to her hip to keep her where he wants her while his lips linger against her throat, marking a path with little bites and kisses.]
Mm? Yeah... of course.
[They both are, aren't they? But Noah has the same idea, wanting to confirm their enjoyment is mutual, so he pulls back to meet her eye-to-eye. His cheeks have taken on a bit of color, breath just a bit short.]
Mio... What feels good to you? You know your body better than me.
[But if he has anything to say about it, he'll come to know it just as well as his own.]
[Is it embarrassing for him? Maybe it really does feel as phenomenal as it seems like it should, then. If it's anything like the pulse thrumming deep and low inside, up tight between her thighs, maybe it even feels like he has no outlet for it yet.]
It's already good, [she reassures him. Mio is fairly certain that any way Noah touches her would completely electrify her skin, no matter what he's doing. Is it the same for her? Mio palms the curve of muscle under her hand, giving it a firm squeeze. Titty honk.] But I want to figure it out...what else we like. Let's keep trying new things. [For example...]
What you're doing now... [Mio's back arches as Noah keeps working over her throat.] Do you think you could go a little lower?
[She's not thinking about the way clothes might impede them just yet, even though Noah will find a barrier to much more of her chest than the crystal embedded in it if he continues momentarily.]
[Is it embarrassing? Undoubtedly, but Noah finds that he can't focus much on whatever minute discomforts come to mind when so much more of what he's feeling is pleasurable to the point where he truly can think of nothing else. If something he does bothers Mio, she'll say so. He needn't think about anything else when her comfort is his priority, right?
His chest isn't particularly sensitive, but there's something to be said about the way Mio seems to... admire his body. Like his chest? He's aware that he's got some muscle on him, but he never would have thought that would appeal to anyone the way it seems to appeal to Mio. At the same time, she asks him to go lower, which... well. When he thinks about her chest, he kind of Gets It.]
Sure. But your top is in the way, so...
[...so he hooks his thumbs beneath the hem of it and begins to gradually lift. Why not get the barrier out of the way first?]
[Of course she only has what she thinks would feel good on her body to judge. Just the thought of his mouth repeating those motions against her breasts, over them, into the valley between them, is enough to make her squirm again, hips not sure where to find purchase. And if she did the same to him? Would he like that? Would he buck up into her again like he's trying to get closer than any link they've ever had?
He'd asked her what she liked, and she could only guess. Mio knows she'll just need to ask him when the moment comes.]
Mm, yeah, one second.
[She reluctantly extracts her arms from him to lift them over her head, letting him pull whatever basic loose shirt she'd thrown on to dry off from the spa pool down below. Noah will find it clings slightly to her skin, needing to be dragged along and over it and giving his fingers ample need to drag along it too. She's been flushed all night, but this is enough to draw a shiver from her.]
You too? [Maybe she's getting ahead of herself, asking while he's still working her top over her head.]
[That shirt, damp from the moisture and humidity of the spa, clings to her skin in a manner that leaves so little to Noah's imagination. His fingers trip on themselves lifting her shirt up and off, slowly baring curves and skin that are familiar to him but a lot more intimate given the setting. All that's left is her bikini, but for the moment, that can wait.]
Might as well.
[Right. He'd been so distracted by Mio that he'd forgotten what he was even wearing. Similarly, Noah slipped on a loose tee over his swim trunks, something easily pulled off overhead and thrown aside. If Mio feels that she was denied the privilege of undressing him herself, he's still got something left for her to take off.
Later. Right now, he has a chest to pay attention to. Noah hooks his arms loosely around her and guides her forward, bringing his lips to her collarbones, the swell of her breasts, the space between, to layer her in kisses and gentle bites. Her bikini top is in his way, but he's working on that, one palm flat against the small of her back while the other inches its way up and tugs slowly on the thin little strings keeping her modest.]
[She is denied the privilege, and Mio rebukes him with a pouty little groan to voice her disappointment in the loss. It's only playful groaning and not a real complaint, and her hands are still by her ears when Noah pulls her into him again. He's making it hard to reciprocate, but... Mio it turns out Mio does love the attention.
The hand at the small of her back will feel her arch away from him (and into him) as she meets his touch with a blissful sigh. It probably doesn't make his attempts to undo her bikini any easier, all this squirming.
Something about this feels...comfortable, even if she still has no idea what they're doing, even as she's churning through her brain thinking of where her hands should land when she returns them to his body. One finally settles for his hair, tugging at the ponytail she gave him. The skin around the crystal in her chest is sensitive: She sighs the loudest when his teeth graze the edge of it. They haven't slowed down a bit, but the sensation of his mouth over her chest fills her with a different warmth. It's so interesting...still arousal, but gentle, like being cradled in the soft rocking of a boat. Even beneath the fabric of her bikini top, her nipples clearly harden from the attention.
She tugs a little harder on his hair. Too hard? It's so difficult not to be jumpy.]
[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.
[As Noah drives his hips into hers, the response in his body he'd tried unsuccessfully to cover is more apparent than ever. It's the same for her. As her legs splay over his lap to bring them even closer, she feels unfamiliar wetness spread between her legs, slick against her thighs. Even his unga bunga squeeze makes her feel appreciated and needed, though he words get another offended huff.]
'Scuse me? I'll have to show you just how much soon. ["Delicate?" With his hands on her breasts, she gives another hard tug on his ponytail, leading him up for a sloppy, poorly angled kiss.]
Every time you do that... by the way... [She's trying so hard to use her words, but they're struggling to form. Instead she demonstrates by grounding down against him; the hardest she has thus far.
Mio just don't know how to explain it. Every time his hips grind into hers, it's like the relief that comes from scratching an itch by dragging your nails on a completely separate patch of skin. It's satisfying, and the itch feels brushed but not nearly abated. What they're doing probably isn't sophisticated, but it feels right.]
[Sophisticated it is not, but that satisfying, scratching an itch sensation? That's about how Noah would describe it himself... mostly. He'd liken it more to scratching a Skeeter bite: satisfying until you stop itching it, and then the need to itch comes back tenfold.
He openly groans into their kiss, and accosted by shivers, Noah gives that itch what it wants and grinds up into Mio again, again, again. Each subsequent movement feels better than the last, feeding into some intrinsic urge to indulge in that pleasurable, heady feeling until it culminates in something greater.
No words needed, really, but Noah's curious fingers lead him to Mio's bikini bottoms. They curl into the fabric, primed to pull them away.]
...It feels good for you too, right? Our bodies are different, but the sensation's the same. I want to feel you down here too.
[Her lips feel swollen but not unpleasantly so. Once their kiss has ended, Mio bites her lower lip and nods. He should already know how good it feels, but she's happy to tell him.]
I do, too. After all, I still need to ask you, too... [What he likes. The things that he enjoys that she hasn't been able to discover. Mio feels like they've done nothing but focus on her; as hot as it's gotten her, she feels a bit selfish for not exploring him with the same hungry interest.
And--so this time he doesn't get the wrong idea and goes undressing without giving her a chance to experience it for herself--Mio begins to sit up and slips an arm between them. Her palm easily finds the stiff outline of his length in his swim trunks. Her fingers close in slightly as she drags her hand up and along it, settling on his waistband and tugging. Hopefully he gets the picture.]
We should both get off. [She means the beach chair...to finish undressing... but they'll be getting off whether they know it or not shortly enough.]
[How did she manage to find his very well hidden and not at all obvious boner? Some things are just impossible to hide, but any sort of shame Noah might feel is swiftly kicked out the window when Mio's fingers travel the length of his cock and settle on his waistband.
Now he's the one left biting his lip and exhaling a sigh, nodding a little too swiftly. He doesn't know about Mio, but Noah finds these trunks have gotten too tight to continue on like this anyway. He'll help them both to their feet, hands going immediately for his trunks, but— Noah pauses.]
You'd prefer to do the honors?
[That petulant huffing is still fresh in his mind. Just be careful you don't get smacked in the face by his dick like a doorstop, Mio.]
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Noah sits up and turns so she has easy access to his hair, but not before (temporarily!) returning the ribbon to Mio's hand. She seems to want to touch his hair anyway... so why not let her?]
Why don't you give it a try and see if it holds? You can take it back it afterwards. And... if you'd like, I'll return the favor.
[And touch those ears totally by accident. Noah hasn't stopped thinking about them.]
...We have all night, just the two of us. We can practice as much as we like.
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[Mio keels behind him in the lounge, a tight squeeze despite her lithe frame. He's so warm...and unlike the heat of the spa bath or the hot desert sun, it's a warmth that she doesn't think will ever overwhelm her. That or it will overwhelm her from the inside out.
With his permission, she guides the tips of her fingers through strands of his hair, lifting and smoothing them as she follows the same techniques she uses with the other girls. It's gentle, repetitive, and slow.]
Not pulling too hard, am I? Eunie never has any complaints.
[It's hard to talk about their friends when they're so far away and have no way of knowing about their wellbeing, but they can't forget they're out there waiting, either.]
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...He really is in too deep. Even without full cognitive awareness of that fact, it's something Noah feels. Fingers briefly tensing in his lap, he reaches back to rest his hand on Mio's knee. She's as warm and soft as always, and if he's being honest with himself, he wishes he could be facing her right now. What a greedy guy.]
You're doing well. I'm not that sensitive. Besides, this feels nice.
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No matter what, this time is worthwhile. [They could wish and hope for these things to have never happened. The should never forget the terrible occurrences that led them to this place and now follow them here. What horrible things to have happened. But the time that fills into the cracks like sand into the open rivulets on a log is precious still.
Mio leans forward, pressing her face into the soft fall of his hair and inhaling. Her arms snake around his waist from behind - it's probably something she saw before on screen, but in the moment, she isn't thinking about the motions or the posing. She's just following through with what feels right, her forearms pressed to his chest and stomach.]
I can't imagine it without you, and that frightens me.
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She's putting it mildly, Noah thinks, even if he can feel the weight behind her every word. This time is worthwhile to him too, but it's more than that. So much more, the weight of it impressed upon him all the more heavily when Mio's arms curl around him, enveloping him in her warmth.
A bit of fear grips him too. He won't have her warm embrace forever. He won't ever feel his heart race or his cheeks burn hot for anyone else. He'll lose his happiness, his one true happiness, long before he's ready to let her go.
He can't, he can't, he can't. The weight of it all threatens to crush him, and before Noah realizes it, he's turned to snare Mio in his arms. His words are whispers against the pointed tip of her ear, and he's fighting hard not to let emotion carry into his voice and overwhelm him.
It's not working.]
The time I have with you means everything to me. Mio... I'm going to miss you when you're gone. I don't... [I don't know how I'll go on without you. Noah's hold tightens.] I don't ever want to let you go.
time to crawl into my shame hole
Eventually, Noah will need to be reminded that it's all right to let her go. She'll have to gently remove his hands from her arms. Right now, she only wants to cling to him. Time shouldn't stand still, but memory can last.
Mio turns her face to kiss whatever part of him she can reach without disturbing their huh.]
You don't have to let me go right now.
pulls you out by your feet
It feels good to be touched and held and kissed by her in ways he's never felt before. A stifled breath catches in Noah's throat, comes out as a brief, low groan that rattles in his throat against Mio's lips.
He may as well not have a brain for what little good it's doing him now. Noah loosens his hold just enough to catch her lips with his own, his kiss something weighty, vaguely needy. He does need this. He needs her, and when one kiss isn't enough, he gives her a second, a third, all similarly heavy with need.]
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Whatever that groan was, so guttural and sharp-edged, it shot through her and settled into a cradle of sensations she wasn't used to feeling. It's like a pulled muscle that doesn't hurt but aches to be stretched even further. It's nice. It's so nice that she can't help but hum.
Mio's hands find Noah's hair again and wind through the strands she'd just pulled back for him. She curls a few locks around her fingers so she can hold on for dear purchase. If there's an added benefit that moving consequently causes her to tug him along with her, then that surely wasn't purposeful... but it is rewarding.]
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Does Mio feel the same? She hums, lips parted to let him in, and Noah picks up on her cue without prompting. This is strange too, their tongues slipping and locking together, but it's more pleasant than anything else. It stokes that flame inside of him and urges Noah to give into a greedier side of himself, palm finding her hip and tugging on it with gentle insistence. How much closer can Mio get? She could be on his lap, for one thing. No need to tug him closer if they eliminate the issue of space between them completely.]
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Not to mention moving is almost impossible like this. Her knee catches on his hip, his thigh, accidentally banging into him as she clumsily tries to move into his lap as he guides her there. She almost bites his lip. It's the only reason she breaks their frantic kissing, but at least it gives her the chance to speak.]
We can do this, right? That's what this is for? [There's a whole clutch of wisps that must have hatched at some point in her stomach, and they're all fluttering at the same time. It must have started sometime when they awakened their potential. So many questions from the simple lighting of a flame.] ... You want to? Do a little more, that is?
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Ngh. In any case, the last thing Noah wants to do is stop now. A break from their eager kissing gives Noah a much needed moment to breathe, having at some point forgotten how to. With Mio now on his lap, breathing normally's become difficult for a completely different reason.]
...Yeah. I want to see this through to the end. Don't you?
[A little more? No. If Mio allows him to, he'll take a lot more than just a little more.]
Rather... If we don't stop now, I won't want to stop at all. I don't have the self-control that you do.
[And this may the one circumstance in which Noah will ever admit to a lack of self-control.]
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[Here's Noah admitting he has no self-control and pretending that she does. In this, though, he isn't half-wrong. Her heart creaks sometimes under the strain of it all. Though she doesn't want to hurt him, the thought of losing him makes her sick. She's in too deep, after all.]
I want this. [I want you, is the unspoken statement lining her words. Her hand traces down his arm to where his hand rests on her hip before pulling his hand back to her ass.] I don't wanna stop, either.
[Mio brushes their noses together, then seals their mouths together for another kiss. As she draws Noah's lip between hers, she wonders how he'd feel if she nipped it with her teeth - and so she tries it. Hopefully not too hard!]
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His hand sits in stasis on round cat ass while the rest of him fights to keep up, lured back into a kiss that he's ill-prepared to combat, which— why is he thinking of this like a fight? Which one of them is winning??
Noah's fingers reflexively squeeze when Mio bites his lip, something she'll find he responds very well to. There's that low, pleased note catching in his throat again, hips arching to press up into her. Can't help it, sorry. In lieu of an apology, Noah returns the favor, but it isn't Mio's lip he bites. When their lips part, he seeks out the soft juncture between her shoulder and neck and sets his teeth to it, savoring the warmth of her skin beneath his tongue.]
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Mio's groans are high and breathy in her chest, all air that comes out of her like it's surprised. The first one comes when he rocks up against her; the second follows shortly after as his teeth scrape along her neck. She rocks against him in response, confirming with the drag of her body the way he feels between them; different and hard and amazing.]
Are you okay...? [She can't imagine it feels anything but good. Mio attempts to glance, but looking down is difficult with their bodies pressed together and Noah's face buried against her neck. She can only tilt her head down, opening up a wider swath for him to kiss and bite. Her palm draws along the side of his chest but hesitates before descending any further. Even just touching there is something she wants to linger on.]
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He briefly tenses when Mio rocks against him, muscles in his thighs pulling taut, and he tries to shift so it's maybe not super immediately obvious that he's getting hard?? Except it is, and explaining that to Mio is less of a pressing matter than giving her more of what she wants, one hand pinned to her hip to keep her where he wants her while his lips linger against her throat, marking a path with little bites and kisses.]
Mm? Yeah... of course.
[They both are, aren't they? But Noah has the same idea, wanting to confirm their enjoyment is mutual, so he pulls back to meet her eye-to-eye. His cheeks have taken on a bit of color, breath just a bit short.]
Mio... What feels good to you? You know your body better than me.
[But if he has anything to say about it, he'll come to know it just as well as his own.]
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It's already good, [she reassures him. Mio is fairly certain that any way Noah touches her would completely electrify her skin, no matter what he's doing. Is it the same for her? Mio palms the curve of muscle under her hand, giving it a firm squeeze. Titty honk.] But I want to figure it out...what else we like. Let's keep trying new things. [For example...]
What you're doing now... [Mio's back arches as Noah keeps working over her throat.] Do you think you could go a little lower?
[She's not thinking about the way clothes might impede them just yet, even though Noah will find a barrier to much more of her chest than the crystal embedded in it if he continues momentarily.]
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His chest isn't particularly sensitive, but there's something to be said about the way Mio seems to... admire his body. Like his chest? He's aware that he's got some muscle on him, but he never would have thought that would appeal to anyone the way it seems to appeal to Mio. At the same time, she asks him to go lower, which... well. When he thinks about her chest, he kind of Gets It.]
Sure. But your top is in the way, so...
[...so he hooks his thumbs beneath the hem of it and begins to gradually lift. Why not get the barrier out of the way first?]
Do you mind?
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He'd asked her what she liked, and she could only guess. Mio knows she'll just need to ask him when the moment comes.]
Mm, yeah, one second.
[She reluctantly extracts her arms from him to lift them over her head, letting him pull whatever basic loose shirt she'd thrown on to dry off from the spa pool down below. Noah will find it clings slightly to her skin, needing to be dragged along and over it and giving his fingers ample need to drag along it too. She's been flushed all night, but this is enough to draw a shiver from her.]
You too? [Maybe she's getting ahead of herself, asking while he's still working her top over her head.]
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Might as well.
[Right. He'd been so distracted by Mio that he'd forgotten what he was even wearing. Similarly, Noah slipped on a loose tee over his swim trunks, something easily pulled off overhead and thrown aside. If Mio feels that she was denied the privilege of undressing him herself, he's still got something left for her to take off.
Later. Right now, he has a chest to pay attention to. Noah hooks his arms loosely around her and guides her forward, bringing his lips to her collarbones, the swell of her breasts, the space between, to layer her in kisses and gentle bites. Her bikini top is in his way, but he's working on that, one palm flat against the small of her back while the other inches its way up and tugs slowly on the thin little strings keeping her modest.]
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The hand at the small of her back will feel her arch away from him (and into him) as she meets his touch with a blissful sigh. It probably doesn't make his attempts to undo her bikini any easier, all this squirming.
Something about this feels...comfortable, even if she still has no idea what they're doing, even as she's churning through her brain thinking of where her hands should land when she returns them to his body. One finally settles for his hair, tugging at the ponytail she gave him. The skin around the crystal in her chest is sensitive: She sighs the loudest when his teeth graze the edge of it. They haven't slowed down a bit, but the sensation of his mouth over her chest fills her with a different warmth. It's so interesting...still arousal, but gentle, like being cradled in the soft rocking of a boat. Even beneath the fabric of her bikini top, her nipples clearly harden from the attention.
She tugs a little harder on his hair. Too hard? It's so difficult not to be jumpy.]
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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.
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'Scuse me? I'll have to show you just how much soon. ["Delicate?" With his hands on her breasts, she gives another hard tug on his ponytail, leading him up for a sloppy, poorly angled kiss.]
Every time you do that... by the way... [She's trying so hard to use her words, but they're struggling to form. Instead she demonstrates by grounding down against him; the hardest she has thus far.
Mio just don't know how to explain it. Every time his hips grind into hers, it's like the relief that comes from scratching an itch by dragging your nails on a completely separate patch of skin. It's satisfying, and the itch feels brushed but not nearly abated. What they're doing probably isn't sophisticated, but it feels right.]
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He openly groans into their kiss, and accosted by shivers, Noah gives that itch what it wants and grinds up into Mio again, again, again. Each subsequent movement feels better than the last, feeding into some intrinsic urge to indulge in that pleasurable, heady feeling until it culminates in something greater.
No words needed, really, but Noah's curious fingers lead him to Mio's bikini bottoms. They curl into the fabric, primed to pull them away.]
...It feels good for you too, right? Our bodies are different, but the sensation's the same. I want to feel you down here too.
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I do, too. After all, I still need to ask you, too... [What he likes. The things that he enjoys that she hasn't been able to discover. Mio feels like they've done nothing but focus on her; as hot as it's gotten her, she feels a bit selfish for not exploring him with the same hungry interest.
And--so this time he doesn't get the wrong idea and goes undressing without giving her a chance to experience it for herself--Mio begins to sit up and slips an arm between them. Her palm easily finds the stiff outline of his length in his swim trunks. Her fingers close in slightly as she drags her hand up and along it, settling on his waistband and tugging. Hopefully he gets the picture.]
We should both get off. [She means the beach chair...to finish undressing... but they'll be getting off whether they know it or not shortly enough.]
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Now he's the one left biting his lip and exhaling a sigh, nodding a little too swiftly. He doesn't know about Mio, but Noah finds these trunks have gotten too tight to continue on like this anyway. He'll help them both to their feet, hands going immediately for his trunks, but— Noah pauses.]
You'd prefer to do the honors?
[That petulant huffing is still fresh in his mind. Just be careful you don't get smacked in the face by his dick like a doorstop, Mio.]
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EVERY time i come back to this i have to see that line of ????s and die
this is the price you pay for shipping with me
i am about to be poor as i pay my dues to you
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