[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.]
Mm? [Mio hums curiously. Her gaze trails down to his fingers hooking back into her bathing suit. Even with her eagerness, Mio figured they might be finished now, especially if Noah needed the time to rest.
Like Noah, she thought being too intrusive in her thinking without knowing how he felt about it would be overstepping boundaries. Nothing could have been done about her occasionally admiring him or enjoying the shape of his muscles, though. More than that... She bites her lip, flush creeping into her face again.]
Ever since we met on the beach that night, I sometimes think about what would've happened if we'd done more. [At the time, it never would have happened - they were too shaken and sad, still mourning. Even now, Mio isn't sure she could fully quantify "more," not knowing exactly what it would look like.] Maybe it would have been something like they'd just done. Sometimes I think about the things we saw in that film, too. [The people hadn't been very happy, but when it was Noah she though of kneeling behind her on her hands and knees or letting her climb on top of him... how could that be anything but good?]
[He leaves his fingers idling there, fully intent on touching Mio so long as she'll let him. That would be fair, right? Yeah. Fairness is totally what Noah's concerned about here.
Noah hums, thinking back to their kiss on the beach and realizing he'd felt the same strong sort of need without having a proper word to put to it. There surely is a word for it, but they'll figure all of this out with enough time and practice, Noah's certain.]
I'd thought about that myself. The people in that movie might not have been happy, but there's no harm in replicating what they did. It seemed to feel good, even if the people involved didn't love each other.
[By that logic, the only missing piece of the equation is love. They've got that, so therefore, it should feel that much better.]
It'll feel good if I touch you, won't it? I'd like you to show me how, if that's alright.
[Her excitement's cooled some since they've taken a break, though it's neither of their faults. Noah's fingers playing along her skin and the small bit of remaining cloth covering it, along with his words, is enough to keep her simmering, though. There won't be any problems getting back up to speed.]
Yeah... that's what I want, too. Just remember, I don't fully know it all, myself.
[Hopefully, things are just as easy to figure out for her and Noah doesn't have to combat too many bodily mysteries. Mio covers his hand with hers, rather languidly guiding his fingertips along the fabric. He probably wants to be the one finish undressing her, too, if she has the right idea about him. But first... She leans in to start kissing him again, slowly guiding herself closer as she does.]
Gotta stand up again, [she explains as they part. He can stay sitting, though. In fact, maybe it's better if he does, since it'll give him a nice viewline when she comes around to stand in front of him where he can easily reach.]
[Oh, he'd protest if she didn't let him do the honors of fully undressing her. He leans into their kiss with no hesitation, slowly at first, but that familiar heat will no doubt spark in him again soon enough.
He's reluctant to ease out of her space long enough to let her up, but he does, skipping exactly zero beats when he hooks his thumbs into her bikini bottoms and peels them down past her knees, her ankles, and helps her step out of them.
What he's left staring at — and he is staring — is... nothing???
Well, not exactly. She's certainly not male, but Noah knows this. Clearly he knows this. He should also know not to stare at someone's junk, but is a man not allowed to be in awe of his catgirl's body? In summation, Noah wants to pack his bags and move in as soon as possible.]
...I've got an idea. Will you lie back?
[Noah pat-pats the lounger. Let him get all up in that thing.]
Don't just stare! [Mio chastises - because he is staring - as she flicks him on the forehead. Her pale skin is rapidly beginning to flush all over again. She exhales, the breath ghosting heavily across his hair. From the way her body shudders, she's dealing with nerves more than she wants to admit, and his attention is getting her worked up again.]
Sure. But can you reach? [She follows the instructions of his pat-patting, taking a seat before crawling back into a supine position. Her arms rest beside her, then over her stomach, before finally she settles for laying them on her chest.
With Noah sitting at the end of the beach chair, Mio moves her legs to either side of him, unintentionally(? No, it's totally on purpose) giving him a better view than he would have had while she was merely standing there. She's still slick, and the renewed attention has only started her engines again, the combination of imagination and Noah's burning gaze putting in double the work.]
[Believe it or not, Noah completely understands her embarrassment. To Mio's credit, she didn't fix her probing stare on his dick, but that's why he's trying to get to the point here. It's just, it's just—!!]
...Sorry, sorry. I just really like your body.
[Did she worry that he was thinking something else? Let this be a lesson to her that men are truly the simplest of creatures.
Sat facing her with legs swung over either side of the lounger, it's all fun and games until he gets a good, full view of the way Mio's positioned herself. That burning feeling deep in his gut? It's back with a vengeance. Offseeing is no longer his sole passion in life.]
It's beautiful. You're beautiful. Why be embarrassed?
[Is she alright with him reaching a hand out and curiously, tentatively touching her vulva with just the tips of his fingers— every fold, every dip and crevice, even the mythical, one thought to be extinct clitoris. The only thing he's diddled harder is his flute, but that's all about to change.
He's a spelunker. An explorer. A man who yearns for the caves. If Mio wants to stop him now, good fucking luck.]
[Like a lot of things between them, it makes so much more sense to her once she can understand it in relation to him. She feels the same way about looking at Noah and about wanting to see him, and so his urge to stare at her body becomes much less humiliating the more she brings herself to comprehend it.]
You, too - So are you! It's just that when you act like that, it really gets to me. [Being at the center of his attention, verbal and physical both, makes her thrum. She never really cared much about praise or being admired until it came from him.
She places one hand on his upper arm, then trails it down his bicep, forearm, wrist--until the backs of her knuckles tickle his hand as he moves it over her labia. His caving adventure won't be unassisted. She strokes his hand in encouragement as he moves along, unimpeded or perhaps even encouraged by the wetness growing there. When he discovers the endangered clitoral species, a ring of fire lights so deeply inside her that she's not sure that anything might be able to reach it. Her cunt clenches hard enough that Noah might be able to feel the tensing of her muscles farther down from his hand.]
[What had Noah expected, if anything? Her cunt is so warm, wet, and slick. He's as mesmerized by her as he is turned on, a fact he's more than aware of when her muscles clench and he sees them tense in her lean thighs. It's not hard to imagine what it might feel like to be held by those tensing muscles, but before he can rub her clit again and elicit that same strong reaction, she's warning him to go easy.]
Mm, alright.
[He'll do as she says, but his curiosity burns and his arousal stirs, slicked up fingers venturing lower until... ah. The tip of one finger sinks into her, and after a glance up to confirm he hasn't stumbled across some sort of hidden wound, Noah gingerly presses that finger further inside of her.]
How's that feel? It's...
[Warm. Wet. Tight. Arousal burns low in his gut, cock throbbing back to life between their bodies. What would it feels like, he can't help but wonder, to be inside of her?]
[It isn't bad for him to touch her there, she wants to tell him as he so gingerly avoids stroking her clit again. It's just so much when he does, she feels like she'll explode faster than he did.
She wants to explain until his finger slips inside her, and a simultaneous pang of surprise and arousal turns her into the one making too-loud noises, her voice one long, breathy whimper as he slides slowly deeper. She hadn't realized how painfully empty she'd felt until this very moment, the thought punctuated by another tight clench.]
That's so good, having you inside. [she blurts, thumb wrapping into his wrist. If she doesn't say something, she's afraid he'll take her noises for pain. It's a little bit like having the last piece of a puzzle when you couldn't see what shape it was supposed to be, and Mio thinks ah. Her imagination can slot together the rest fairly easily. Even if she's picked the plot up, she can't deny that his dextrous fingers, completely new to her, are doing so very much on their own.] Can you keep going?
[No, no— after hearing himself earlier, Noah knows the noises Mio is making now aren't ones of pain. It feels good, and that's exactly what he was hoping for. That means, possibly, this is something that could feel good for the both of them simultaneously.
But that's getting too far ahead of himself. Noah scoots a bit closer, the tip of his cock pressed into her soft inner thigh, and eases his finger in as deeply as it'll go. That's plenty deep, he thinks, for his hairbrained idea. Feeling the texture of her inner walls and the way her muscles constrict around him only further fascinates him, and he guides his finger out, then in again, out, and in, to see if Mio responds favorably to his touch.]
...Of course. I was hoping you wouldn't stop me.
[Adds?? A second finger??????]
From the outside, it looks so small. But I wonder if...
[...Maybe, just maybe, he could put his dick in it?]
EVERY time i come back to this i have to see that line of ????s and die
[She feels his newly invigorated arousal press snugly against her and glances down. He really does have the power of youth on his side, not that she knows anything about it. It's her turn to be the one to stare somewhat impolitely. Mio has to prop herself up a little bit to watch, but her gaze is drawn down to where they're so close to coming together, her legs over his hips and his cock resting against her leg. There's the same flickering dart of her tongue out across her lips, hungry again, her hand so tempted to feel the weight of his hard-on in her palm again.
Each slide of his finger is met with another clarion whimper - because she's a catgirl and cats are loud about it. The second entering her, on the other hand (heh), meets with some easy stretch. It won't be difficult to feel how she starts to open up to his coaxing, trying to relax into it even with the thinnest pinch of concentration lining her face. It doesn't hurt, but that fire in her muscles is building.]
Yeah... I know what you mean. [It would make sense, wouldn't it? Based on what they've seen and heard, it feels like they'd fit together. The puzzle piece, as it were, would lock into place.] Mmgh. Your fingers feel great too, though. [She has nothing but praise for him, even all the little things that don't feel as good as the others. There's time to refine this later!]
[She can be as loud as she pleases as far as Noah is concerned. Seeing her body twitch under his ministrations, hearing her sigh? She shouldn't be so worried about reciprocation when she's giving Noah more than enough to be pleased with.
Some touches feel better to her than others, he's finding, trying various ways of moving his fingers while studying Mio's reactions. Moving faster, moving slower, thrusting his fingers on occasion... but all that aside, he's begun to get a bit restless. Noah turns his twist, lets his thumb gently stroke along her clit. Not too rough, surely.]
It might be a bit of a stretch, but there's something I'd like to try. Something I think we'd both like.
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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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Like Noah, she thought being too intrusive in her thinking without knowing how he felt about it would be overstepping boundaries. Nothing could have been done about her occasionally admiring him or enjoying the shape of his muscles, though. More than that... She bites her lip, flush creeping into her face again.]
Ever since we met on the beach that night, I sometimes think about what would've happened if we'd done more. [At the time, it never would have happened - they were too shaken and sad, still mourning. Even now, Mio isn't sure she could fully quantify "more," not knowing exactly what it would look like.] Maybe it would have been something like they'd just done. Sometimes I think about the things we saw in that film, too. [The people hadn't been very happy, but when it was Noah she though of kneeling behind her on her hands and knees or letting her climb on top of him... how could that be anything but good?]
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Noah hums, thinking back to their kiss on the beach and realizing he'd felt the same strong sort of need without having a proper word to put to it. There surely is a word for it, but they'll figure all of this out with enough time and practice, Noah's certain.]
I'd thought about that myself. The people in that movie might not have been happy, but there's no harm in replicating what they did. It seemed to feel good, even if the people involved didn't love each other.
[By that logic, the only missing piece of the equation is love. They've got that, so therefore, it should feel that much better.]
It'll feel good if I touch you, won't it? I'd like you to show me how, if that's alright.
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Yeah... that's what I want, too. Just remember, I don't fully know it all, myself.
[Hopefully, things are just as easy to figure out for her and Noah doesn't have to combat too many bodily mysteries. Mio covers his hand with hers, rather languidly guiding his fingertips along the fabric. He probably wants to be the one finish undressing her, too, if she has the right idea about him. But first... She leans in to start kissing him again, slowly guiding herself closer as she does.]
Gotta stand up again, [she explains as they part. He can stay sitting, though. In fact, maybe it's better if he does, since it'll give him a nice viewline when she comes around to stand in front of him where he can easily reach.]
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He's reluctant to ease out of her space long enough to let her up, but he does, skipping exactly zero beats when he hooks his thumbs into her bikini bottoms and peels them down past her knees, her ankles, and helps her step out of them.
What he's left staring at — and he is staring — is... nothing???
Well, not exactly. She's certainly not male, but Noah knows this. Clearly he knows this. He should also know not to stare at someone's junk, but is a man not allowed to be in awe of his catgirl's body? In summation, Noah wants to pack his bags and move in as soon as possible.]
...I've got an idea. Will you lie back?
[Noah pat-pats the lounger. Let him get all up in that thing.]
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Sure. But can you reach? [She follows the instructions of his pat-patting, taking a seat before crawling back into a supine position. Her arms rest beside her, then over her stomach, before finally she settles for laying them on her chest.
With Noah sitting at the end of the beach chair, Mio moves her legs to either side of him, unintentionally(? No, it's totally on purpose) giving him a better view than he would have had while she was merely standing there. She's still slick, and the renewed attention has only started her engines again, the combination of imagination and Noah's burning gaze putting in double the work.]
... You're still staring.
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...Sorry, sorry. I just really like your body.
[Did she worry that he was thinking something else? Let this be a lesson to her that men are truly the simplest of creatures.
Sat facing her with legs swung over either side of the lounger, it's all fun and games until he gets a good, full view of the way Mio's positioned herself. That burning feeling deep in his gut? It's back with a vengeance. Offseeing is no longer his sole passion in life.]
It's beautiful. You're beautiful. Why be embarrassed?
[Is she alright with him reaching a hand out and curiously, tentatively touching her vulva with just the tips of his fingers— every fold, every dip and crevice, even the mythical, one thought to be extinct clitoris. The only thing he's diddled harder is his flute, but that's all about to change.
He's a spelunker. An explorer. A man who yearns for the caves. If Mio wants to stop him now, good fucking luck.]
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You, too - So are you! It's just that when you act like that, it really gets to me. [Being at the center of his attention, verbal and physical both, makes her thrum. She never really cared much about praise or being admired until it came from him.
She places one hand on his upper arm, then trails it down his bicep, forearm, wrist--until the backs of her knuckles tickle his hand as he moves it over her labia. His caving adventure won't be unassisted. She strokes his hand in encouragement as he moves along, unimpeded or perhaps even encouraged by the wetness growing there. When he discovers the endangered clitoral species, a ring of fire lights so deeply inside her that she's not sure that anything might be able to reach it. Her cunt clenches hard enough that Noah might be able to feel the tensing of her muscles farther down from his hand.]
Be a little gentle there. Just a little...
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Mm, alright.
[He'll do as she says, but his curiosity burns and his arousal stirs, slicked up fingers venturing lower until... ah. The tip of one finger sinks into her, and after a glance up to confirm he hasn't stumbled across some sort of hidden wound, Noah gingerly presses that finger further inside of her.]
How's that feel? It's...
[Warm. Wet. Tight. Arousal burns low in his gut, cock throbbing back to life between their bodies. What would it feels like, he can't help but wonder, to be inside of her?]
...You feel amazing inside.
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She wants to explain until his finger slips inside her, and a simultaneous pang of surprise and arousal turns her into the one making too-loud noises, her voice one long, breathy whimper as he slides slowly deeper. She hadn't realized how painfully empty she'd felt until this very moment, the thought punctuated by another tight clench.]
That's so good, having you inside. [she blurts, thumb wrapping into his wrist. If she doesn't say something, she's afraid he'll take her noises for pain. It's a little bit like having the last piece of a puzzle when you couldn't see what shape it was supposed to be, and Mio thinks ah. Her imagination can slot together the rest fairly easily. Even if she's picked the plot up, she can't deny that his dextrous fingers, completely new to her, are doing so very much on their own.] Can you keep going?
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But that's getting too far ahead of himself. Noah scoots a bit closer, the tip of his cock pressed into her soft inner thigh, and eases his finger in as deeply as it'll go. That's plenty deep, he thinks, for his hairbrained idea. Feeling the texture of her inner walls and the way her muscles constrict around him only further fascinates him, and he guides his finger out, then in again, out, and in, to see if Mio responds favorably to his touch.]
...Of course. I was hoping you wouldn't stop me.
[Adds?? A second finger??????]
From the outside, it looks so small. But I wonder if...
[...Maybe, just maybe, he could put his dick in it?]
EVERY time i come back to this i have to see that line of ????s and die
Each slide of his finger is met with another clarion whimper - because she's a catgirl and cats are loud about it. The second entering her, on the other hand (heh), meets with some easy stretch. It won't be difficult to feel how she starts to open up to his coaxing, trying to relax into it even with the thinnest pinch of concentration lining her face. It doesn't hurt, but that fire in her muscles is building.]
Yeah... I know what you mean. [It would make sense, wouldn't it? Based on what they've seen and heard, it feels like they'd fit together. The puzzle piece, as it were, would lock into place.] Mmgh. Your fingers feel great too, though. [She has nothing but praise for him, even all the little things that don't feel as good as the others. There's time to refine this later!]
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Some touches feel better to her than others, he's finding, trying various ways of moving his fingers while studying Mio's reactions. Moving faster, moving slower, thrusting his fingers on occasion... but all that aside, he's begun to get a bit restless. Noah turns his twist, lets his thumb gently stroke along her clit. Not too rough, surely.]
It might be a bit of a stretch, but there's something I'd like to try. Something I think we'd both like.
i am about to be poor as i pay my dues to you
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