[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.]
[The boner he's been grinding on her for the past five minutes? The boner she's been chasing like a hungry animal through nothing but a couple of bathing suits? That boner? Incredibly well-hidden.]
Obviously I would. [She can't believe he was going to strip himself even with her warning, wandering hand. Has he always been this dense? Well...probably a little. What a spoon.
Luckily for the both of them, Noah stops before he makes his worst mistake ever, giving Mio her in. Emanating a sense of control and confidence that she really doesn't have, Mio brushes his fingers away from his trunks and replaces them with her own. She's probably safe from any blunt force trauma (though she won't be come Sunday when it's time for the execution, that's a problem for a future day entirely), even as she leans in to finish stripping him.
Exuding fake confidence doesn't always translate. What was meant to be a fluid removal doesn't happen as easily as she would have liked, stalling as the shorts snag on him and she pivots instead to reaching in to free his cock with her hand instead.]
[Mio... She's so excited over something that, up until this point, had really only been an occasional inconvenience for Noah. He widens his stance so she has an easier time pulling down his trunks— until they snag on his dick and her eager hand swoops in to save the day. Noah laughs — can't help it — and steps out of his trunks, kicking them aside.]
Someone's eager.
[But that's not a complaint! Not a complaint at all!! In fact, before she can bristle and fuss, he takes her hand and curls it around the length of his shaft. If Mio wants to know what Noah likes, he'll show her.]
You can touch it if you like. Try moving your hand like this.
[He'll guide her through a few cursory strokes before letting go and leaving Mio to it. See? He's letting her fuss over him.]
Mudder. [She's not gonna take that so easily from him, not when his mouth and hands were all over her tits the moment they came out of her shirt -
Noah may be hypocritical, but unfortunately, he's also right. Mio's pupils blow, glaze glassy. Her tongue comes out to wet her lips unconsciously. Her mouth is suddenly all too dry, and her brain is suddenly imagining it all over him. Almost too gently, she follows his direction, forming a pattern that comes naturally to someone accustomed to rhythm. It really doesn't hurt? His skin here is softer than she would have expected, and he's so warm and heavy against her hand. When the pace starts getting familiar, the confidence she was faking before begins to feel more real.
As one hand works his cock, the other trails up his stomach, his chest, his shoulders, tracing the pattern of flushes that arousal has painted on his skin. One thumb passes back and forth along his tip to see the reaction before she resumes stroking him. The other finds a fresh blush creeping into the hollow of his throat and presses up and along it.]
[Hurt? Hardly. What hurts is making some brief, fruitless attempt at restraining himself the moment Mio works up to a comfortable rhythm. Noah can't part his lips to speak without groaning out loud, fingers tensing and loosening and tensing again. They find Mio's hair and card into it, fingertips twitching just as the rest of him does. He's jerked off before maybe once or twice, what with the lack of time and privacy, but when Mio does it...]
...Mio. Why don't you— let me return the favor...?
[Unsurprisingly, he's already grown antsy being the center of attention. It feels good, so good that all Noah can focus on is Mio's slim fingers working over his shaft, the way she'd wet her lips like she was hungry for something only he can give her.
He's about to insist she stop so he can do just that, but instead abruptly shivers and loses track of his thoughts, mind gone blank when she thumbs over the tip of his cock. His eyes squeeze shut, her fingers left damp with his precome, and there's real desperation in Noah's eyes when they open again.
That's her warning. Noah tugs her forward and into him, sets his tongue to the hollow of her throat and bites, licks, kisses a messy path right up to her lips. Composure? He doesn't even know her.]
[She barely has time to think about what it would feel like to have him return the favor, let alone time to adjust her position before being pulled into him. Somehow, she recognizes his hunger instants before he acts on it, though the extent to which Mio's really able to adjust is negligible. The hand at his neck slides over his shoulder to embrace him, while the arm forced down between them twists out to allow her to keep her fist loosely stroking his erection.
Does he know what a distraction he can be? She's still learning how to do this, and here he is making her job such a challenge. The pre running down her thumb and over the center of her palm only slickens the more erratic pumping of her fingers. It took most of Mio's focus to maintain a rhythm earlier. Now her attention is split throughout her nerves. She's focusing on her body crushed against his and her mouth, open and panting against his, and her hand, slippery and rocking slow, fast, slow as she tries to multitask through the tornado of sound and feeling enveloping her.]
[Holding her this close is twofold. It allows Noah to lap at her like a starving animal (embarrassing) while also slowing down her eager hand (also embarrassing), so close to the edge that his breaths come out as ragged puffs, desperate mewls. He should warn her that he's just about to come. He should tell her to draw her hand back before she ends up with a mess all over it, or worse, on her body. He should, but—]
...Mio, I—!
[But he can't, his restraint whittled down to nothing. In Mio's hands, he's as defenseless as putty, cock throbbing and straining against her palm as he comes. Pardon the mess, but Noah isn't paying much mind to where it's ending up while he's squeezing her tight and riding out the heady waves of release, all up in that catgirl ear like 🗣️👂
Let this serve as a lesson to Mio: her boyfriend is not hard to please. He'll be nothing but apologetic over the mess he's made once the afterglow's faded, but right now? Right now, the last thing he wants to do is loosen his hold on her.]
[Noah is so...amazing, really. In this moment, it's difficult for her to wrap her mind around all the things that must have conspired within their lives to bring them together. They were never meant to be like this, and yet it's so perfect and so natural to be in his arms, to feel him against and around her. It's special. Others might look down on this moment or not understand how momentous it is for them; but for her, it's precious.
Then he comes.]
Ah - ! [The first jerk into her hand surprises her, but when the second paints the skin of her stomach, she outright shrieks from the unexpected hit she just took. Thankfully they're ostensibly alone or at least sufficiently hidden in this back corner of the second floor, obscured by potted jungle plants.
Her brain catches up with the shock a moment later, though there's more to ride out. She blocks what she can with her hand. Mio curls into him as he pants and shakes against her, the arm around his shoulder holding him close while the other...hovers, traces of his release running off her fingers and palm.]
...Are you all right? [She wasn't expecting the mess and is still a little flustered by it, but concern for his wellbeing overshadows that.] Did that... Was it okay?
[It's hard for Noah to pinpoint a time in his life where he's ever felt this good, this relieved, this thoroughly engrossed in arousal and sensation, but— it doesn't last. Not when his reverie is quickly smashed by Mio's startled shrieks, and it's then that Noah becomes fully and painfully aware that he'd let himself go and indulged in the moment a little too much.
Embarrassed doesn't begin to describe it. Noah lets her go like he's just palmed a hot stove and scrabbles to pick up his discarded tee, swiping at the mess he'd painted her belly with. Horrible. Just looking at his mess fills Noah with so much regret. She must find him disgusting now.]
Sorry, sorry! I'm- I'm fine. I hope I didn't scare you.
[Once the shock and worry both die down, it's more funny than anything. Mio doesn't want to laugh in his face over something he can't control, so she tucks her face into his shoulder while he cleans up her stomach. He might still be able to feel the slight trace of her lips grinning there.]
Just startled, that's all. [It's funny, but her voice is reassuring and warm. He didn't do anything wrong. Her eyes peek over his arm and down hers, observing what's still collected on and through her fingers. If she were to taste it...
She doesn't think she's ready for that yet, but the thought still sticks in her mind and elsewhere, heating up her throat. Mio presses a kiss to his shoulder.]
So you liked it, then? ...I suppose by now I should know. [She's heard him injured enough to know that the noises he was making weren't pained ones; neither were the vibrations those noises stored in her body pained.]
[Mio?? You can't (almost) laugh at a man after he's shown you his dick??? The embarrassment continues to compound on itself, but... at least Mio seems...... happy.........]
...Yeah. Suppose I should've given you some notice.
[Getting shot at unexpectedly would startle anyone. That's fair. Noah's tensed up muscles loosen little by little, just enough to hold her. Gently, that is. His cheeks are stinging with embarrassment thinking back to how readily he'd clung to her and let himself go.]
I did like it. Quite a bit, in fact. Ah, just so you know, what happened just now was normal. Completely normal.
[he's dying, squirtle]
So... don't be surprised if that happens again, alright? If we do this again, I'll make sure I don't get any of... [staring at her goopy hand and dying again,] ...that on you.
Mm... I see; so that's how it is. Have you done this before? [It's curious but mostly teasing. She really does want to learn everything she possibly can, though. Knowing he's still obviously embarrassed, Mio lifts her head from his shoulder and turns to dot kisses along his jaw and cheek, going on tiptoe to reach his temple.]
Next time I'll be ready. [Unspoken confirmation in her words: They will be doing that again, and he has nothing to worry about.] Don't be let down if you don't get such a flashy performance from me, though... I don't think I can do anything like that.
[She should probably clean her hand off... Since the tee's already been used, she'll opt for that--only after she's gotten permission via eye contact. Mio pauses for his approval to finish cleaning off.]
[Erm. This is a bit of an embarrassing admission, but what's a little more embarrassment at this point? Noah rubs at the flush burning hot on the back of his neck.]
Once or twice. I've never had the luxury of time and privacy to explore that sort of thing.
[Noah hands her the tee without delay. He'd offer to run downstairs and grab a wet cloth, but the truth is that he's just not ready to part from Mio's side. They'll need another dip in the bath after this regardless, so he'll hold off.]
What about you? Have you ever touched yourself in that way?
Mm... No, I never have, but I've felt... excited, kind of like this. But also nothing like this. [It's complicated. After they watched the movie together, she hadn't been able to think of her and Noah like any of the other main characters, but her mind hand wandered anyway.
Mio finishes wiping off her hand and sets the t-shirt reasonably far away from them. They'll figure out what to do with their dirty clothing later once they've had the chance to shower. The smallest bit of leftover come lingers on the tip of her thumb. Despite her earlier misgivings, she brings it to her mouth to catch it away with the smallest lap of her tongue.
It...will take some thinking on her part, but depending on how he reacts to that alone, she might be willing to handle things very differently.]
... Do you think about me? [From someone who knew what they were doing, it might be a seductive prompt or an attempt to trap him. From Mio, it's neither. The question is one of earnest curiosity. When he does this, what exactly goes through his mind?]
[That certainly has Noah's eyes going wide, but before he can tell Mio not to dirty her mouth like that, she does it anyway. Ah............
...That's kind of hot, actually? Don't ask him why because he most certainly doesn't understand it himself, but Mio will hear no complaints from him. He's aware the taste is bitter and unsavory, but don't ask him how he knows that either.]
Well... yeah. Of course I do.
[He's a bit ashamed admitting it, but...]
I think about you all the time. Unless, you mean— [💡⁉️] ...I tried not to let my mind wander too far. I felt like thinking about you that way without knowing if you felt the same would be wrong, I guess.
[...Yeah. In that case, Mio will keep this in mind. It'd be a pretty small sacrifice to make, all things considered.
It feels a little silly to be standing here (almost) naked now that some of the excitement's worn off, so she leads him back to their beach chair and prompts him to sit down. Still naked, still awkward, but at least they can be a bit more comfortable.]
You're a really considerate person, you know. [She's known this all along, no matter how many times he protested when she tried to tell him.] You do know now though, right?
[If he wants to think of her in that way...she'd understand why. And if that's the case, Mio's not really sure she'd be able to hold it together if he gave her the same permission and she followed through.]
Well... I feel pretty selfish right about now. I'm not sure how considerate I've been.
[What he knows is that he wants to return the favor. He's calmed a bit, but Noah knows his body. He can get back into it so long as Mio can, a thought he turns over while they settle beside each other on the beach chair. He already has an idea in mind, actually.]
I know that now, yeah... but what about you? Do you think of me in that way?
[Noah scoots a little closer and tugs on the side of Mio's bikini bottoms. These? They need to go, but he won't let Mio take them off herself. He'd like to hear her answer first.]
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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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Obviously I would. [She can't believe he was going to strip himself even with her warning, wandering hand. Has he always been this dense? Well...probably a little. What a spoon.
Luckily for the both of them, Noah stops before he makes his worst mistake ever, giving Mio her in. Emanating a sense of control and confidence that she really doesn't have, Mio brushes his fingers away from his trunks and replaces them with her own. She's probably safe from any blunt force trauma (though she won't be come Sunday when it's time for the execution, that's a problem for a future day entirely), even as she leans in to finish stripping him.
Exuding fake confidence doesn't always translate. What was meant to be a fluid removal doesn't happen as easily as she would have liked, stalling as the shorts snag on him and she pivots instead to reaching in to free his cock with her hand instead.]
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Someone's eager.
[But that's not a complaint! Not a complaint at all!! In fact, before she can bristle and fuss, he takes her hand and curls it around the length of his shaft. If Mio wants to know what Noah likes, he'll show her.]
You can touch it if you like. Try moving your hand like this.
[He'll guide her through a few cursory strokes before letting go and leaving Mio to it. See? He's letting her fuss over him.]
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Noah may be hypocritical, but unfortunately, he's also right. Mio's pupils blow, glaze glassy. Her tongue comes out to wet her lips unconsciously. Her mouth is suddenly all too dry, and her brain is suddenly imagining it all over him. Almost too gently, she follows his direction, forming a pattern that comes naturally to someone accustomed to rhythm. It really doesn't hurt? His skin here is softer than she would have expected, and he's so warm and heavy against her hand. When the pace starts getting familiar, the confidence she was faking before begins to feel more real.
As one hand works his cock, the other trails up his stomach, his chest, his shoulders, tracing the pattern of flushes that arousal has painted on his skin. One thumb passes back and forth along his tip to see the reaction before she resumes stroking him. The other finds a fresh blush creeping into the hollow of his throat and presses up and along it.]
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...Mio. Why don't you— let me return the favor...?
[Unsurprisingly, he's already grown antsy being the center of attention. It feels good, so good that all Noah can focus on is Mio's slim fingers working over his shaft, the way she'd wet her lips like she was hungry for something only he can give her.
He's about to insist she stop so he can do just that, but instead abruptly shivers and loses track of his thoughts, mind gone blank when she thumbs over the tip of his cock. His eyes squeeze shut, her fingers left damp with his precome, and there's real desperation in Noah's eyes when they open again.
That's her warning. Noah tugs her forward and into him, sets his tongue to the hollow of her throat and bites, licks, kisses a messy path right up to her lips. Composure? He doesn't even know her.]
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Does he know what a distraction he can be? She's still learning how to do this, and here he is making her job such a challenge. The pre running down her thumb and over the center of her palm only slickens the more erratic pumping of her fingers. It took most of Mio's focus to maintain a rhythm earlier. Now her attention is split throughout her nerves. She's focusing on her body crushed against his and her mouth, open and panting against his, and her hand, slippery and rocking slow, fast, slow as she tries to multitask through the tornado of sound and feeling enveloping her.]
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...Mio, I—!
[But he can't, his restraint whittled down to nothing. In Mio's hands, he's as defenseless as putty, cock throbbing and straining against her palm as he comes. Pardon the mess, but Noah isn't paying much mind to where it's ending up while he's squeezing her tight and riding out the heady waves of release, all up in that catgirl ear like 🗣️👂
Let this serve as a lesson to Mio: her boyfriend is not hard to please. He'll be nothing but apologetic over the mess he's made once the afterglow's faded, but right now? Right now, the last thing he wants to do is loosen his hold on her.]
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Then he comes.]
Ah - ! [The first jerk into her hand surprises her, but when the second paints the skin of her stomach, she outright shrieks from the unexpected hit she just took. Thankfully they're ostensibly alone or at least sufficiently hidden in this back corner of the second floor, obscured by potted jungle plants.
Her brain catches up with the shock a moment later, though there's more to ride out. She blocks what she can with her hand. Mio curls into him as he pants and shakes against her, the arm around his shoulder holding him close while the other...hovers, traces of his release running off her fingers and palm.]
...Are you all right? [She wasn't expecting the mess and is still a little flustered by it, but concern for his wellbeing overshadows that.] Did that... Was it okay?
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Embarrassed doesn't begin to describe it. Noah lets her go like he's just palmed a hot stove and scrabbles to pick up his discarded tee, swiping at the mess he'd painted her belly with. Horrible. Just looking at his mess fills Noah with so much regret. She must find him disgusting now.]
Sorry, sorry! I'm- I'm fine. I hope I didn't scare you.
[HE'S NEVER NUTTING AGAIN]
That was... more than okay. Was it hard to tell?
[Was he not moaning in her ear loudly enough?]
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Just startled, that's all. [It's funny, but her voice is reassuring and warm. He didn't do anything wrong. Her eyes peek over his arm and down hers, observing what's still collected on and through her fingers. If she were to taste it...
She doesn't think she's ready for that yet, but the thought still sticks in her mind and elsewhere, heating up her throat. Mio presses a kiss to his shoulder.]
So you liked it, then? ...I suppose by now I should know. [She's heard him injured enough to know that the noises he was making weren't pained ones; neither were the vibrations those noises stored in her body pained.]
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...Yeah. Suppose I should've given you some notice.
[Getting shot at unexpectedly would startle anyone. That's fair. Noah's tensed up muscles loosen little by little, just enough to hold her. Gently, that is. His cheeks are stinging with embarrassment thinking back to how readily he'd clung to her and let himself go.]
I did like it. Quite a bit, in fact. Ah, just so you know, what happened just now was normal. Completely normal.
[he's dying, squirtle]
So... don't be surprised if that happens again, alright? If we do this again, I'll make sure I don't get any of... [staring at her goopy hand and dying again,] ...that on you.
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Next time I'll be ready. [Unspoken confirmation in her words: They will be doing that again, and he has nothing to worry about.] Don't be let down if you don't get such a flashy performance from me, though... I don't think I can do anything like that.
[She should probably clean her hand off... Since the tee's already been used, she'll opt for that--only after she's gotten permission via eye contact. Mio pauses for his approval to finish cleaning off.]
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[Erm. This is a bit of an embarrassing admission, but what's a little more embarrassment at this point? Noah rubs at the flush burning hot on the back of his neck.]
Once or twice. I've never had the luxury of time and privacy to explore that sort of thing.
[Noah hands her the tee without delay. He'd offer to run downstairs and grab a wet cloth, but the truth is that he's just not ready to part from Mio's side. They'll need another dip in the bath after this regardless, so he'll hold off.]
What about you? Have you ever touched yourself in that way?
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Mio finishes wiping off her hand and sets the t-shirt reasonably far away from them. They'll figure out what to do with their dirty clothing later once they've had the chance to shower. The smallest bit of leftover come lingers on the tip of her thumb. Despite her earlier misgivings, she brings it to her mouth to catch it away with the smallest lap of her tongue.
It...will take some thinking on her part, but depending on how he reacts to that alone, she might be willing to handle things very differently.]
... Do you think about me? [From someone who knew what they were doing, it might be a seductive prompt or an attempt to trap him. From Mio, it's neither. The question is one of earnest curiosity. When he does this, what exactly goes through his mind?]
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...That's kind of hot, actually? Don't ask him why because he most certainly doesn't understand it himself, but Mio will hear no complaints from him. He's aware the taste is bitter and unsavory, but don't ask him how he knows that either.]
Well... yeah. Of course I do.
[He's a bit ashamed admitting it, but...]
I think about you all the time. Unless, you mean— [💡⁉️] ...I tried not to let my mind wander too far. I felt like thinking about you that way without knowing if you felt the same would be wrong, I guess.
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It feels a little silly to be standing here (almost) naked now that some of the excitement's worn off, so she leads him back to their beach chair and prompts him to sit down. Still naked, still awkward, but at least they can be a bit more comfortable.]
You're a really considerate person, you know. [She's known this all along, no matter how many times he protested when she tried to tell him.] You do know now though, right?
[If he wants to think of her in that way...she'd understand why. And if that's the case, Mio's not really sure she'd be able to hold it together if he gave her the same permission and she followed through.]
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[What he knows is that he wants to return the favor. He's calmed a bit, but Noah knows his body. He can get back into it so long as Mio can, a thought he turns over while they settle beside each other on the beach chair. He already has an idea in mind, actually.]
I know that now, yeah... but what about you? Do you think of me in that way?
[Noah scoots a little closer and tugs on the side of Mio's bikini bottoms. These? They need to go, but he won't let Mio take them off herself. He'd like to hear her answer first.]
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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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