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.
[Mm... he's in his head again, isn't he? He hasn't even quite figured out that she's already made it to the same page as him and is slowly coming around to the idea. Dumbarse... But he's studying her so hard she feels intimately known by the end of it. Knowing that part of it is because he's so intently focused on her makes it feel sweet, even if he is being a little airheaded.]
H-hey. [As his thumb skirts against the nub of her clit, now fully ready for the attention and just as sensitive as before, Mio keens and dips her head back, exposing the length of her throat. She's so close to calling his name, on the edge of letting herself say it. At the last second, she can't.] Do you wanna be inside me?
[That's what it is, right? She shifts her legs a little wider so he can fully position himself right up against her body. Her butt scoots down in the lounge, wiggling into a position she hopes she can hold for a good while.]
[She tempts him far, far too easily, and none of it's intentional, is it? Mio just appeals to him on a primal level, so much so that he dips down to lick a stripe up her bared throat, catching her lips in a kiss that lead to another and another, the answer to that question already settled in his head.]
...Yeah. More than anything.
[And he's selfish, withdrawing his fingers just to savor how good it feels when he grinds on her, desperate in a way he's never been before.]
To be together with you in any way I can. That's what I want. Mio... I hope you feel the same.
[To be moving as one again is something he's missed, admittedly, but this isn't quite like Interlinking. This is more intimate, isn't it? To be linked with her in a whole new way, to make this moment one she'll carry with her forever.]
[But it is like Interlinking a little bit, isn't it? He already knows what it's like to be inside her, for the two of them to be intertwined in a way that transcends body and spirit. She's missed it, too. it feels incomplete without him.
While he's close, Mio's arms scrabble up to tightly embrace him. She whimpers, but she can't be sure what causes it. Is it the hot trail of his tongue up her throat? The teasing drag of his cock's head against her folds over and over, getting ready for her? Is it just wanting to be so close to him? The painful yearning to be full again - full of him? Noah, who's been paying such close attention to what she likes the most, might be able to answer that question better.]
I do. That's what I feel, too. If I can't get any closer to you, I feel like I'll burst. So... please.
[This feels like such a natural thing, joining two bodies this way, and yet it's never occurred to them. Like so many things that were previously unknown to him, they'll have to chalk this one up to the odd state of their world and make peace with only discovering it now.
Even so, there's a sort of intensity here that Noah isn't sure he'd have been ready for if he weren't sharing this with Mio. He presses a kiss to her cheek before settling back and wrapping his hand around the base of his cock, lining up and slowly, carefully, shifting his hips forward to see if this deep want of theirs is something they can pull off.]
[then she was destroyed by his surprise monster dong
Mio wants to watch his face for this, but curiosity gets the better of her. She tilts herself up to try and see between them, getting as much of an idea of what's happening as she can witness.
Though she might try to speak, that attempt goes out the window as she starts to feel the full press of him inside her, any noise instead coming out as a guttural groan. He's, what? About as big as his fingers? No, probably a bit more than that... she can feel the ache of being stretched again, this time prolonged and gradual. It's hard not to bear down on him.]
It doesn't hurt - really. It's just... [Well, probably exactly what he can feel.] A little tight. Sorry. [Why is she apologizing? It might just be because it's slow, and slow feels unfair right now when she wants to blur straight into him as fast as possible. At least she's unbelievably sparking wet. There's no mistaking that feeling.]
[This seems right to Noah, and that isn't just his dick talking, but— tight is right. It isn't painful for Noah, his concern lying more with how Mio feels. It doesn't hurt, she says, and he believes her. Still, it must feel strange, if nothing else.
Hm. What can he do to make this easier? Noah hums, sitting back and untying Mio's ribbon from his hair. She said she wanted to see him like this more often, but that's not all he's getting at here. Just give him a second to Ponder his next steps.]
Why apologize? I'm sure it feels strange. Mm... Maybe this will help.
[What she might benefit from is a proper distraction. With that in mind, Noah lowers himself onto his elbows, closing the distance between them so it's all the easier to feel her warmth against him while they kiss. Maybe, if they focus on simply kissing for a while, whatever discomfort she's feeling will ease a bit.]
[It's almost embarrassing just how well it does work as a distraction. Very quickly, she starts to melt within the warm presence of his lips and body against hers. The tension in her thigh muscles and stomach unravels to that comfort. As they kiss, Mio's arms come up to wind around Noah's back and shoulders, her fingers working through his loose hair. Kiss after kiss she lingers there, each one accompanied by a panting gasp or eager mewl tight between her lips.
And around him...Mio is still tight, but the impulse to purposefully tauten her muscles draws away. It's just being with him like this, so gentle, that really does it: She doesn't feel this safe anywhere else. She pauses, dropping a more chaste kiss against his lips.]
That's good. You're good. [Because she can't go more than a few moments without reassuring him, obviously.] It helps a lot. [More kisses? More kisses for Mio?]
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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!]
this is the price you pay for shipping with me
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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H-hey. [As his thumb skirts against the nub of her clit, now fully ready for the attention and just as sensitive as before, Mio keens and dips her head back, exposing the length of her throat. She's so close to calling his name, on the edge of letting herself say it. At the last second, she can't.] Do you wanna be inside me?
[That's what it is, right? She shifts her legs a little wider so he can fully position himself right up against her body. Her butt scoots down in the lounge, wiggling into a position she hopes she can hold for a good while.]
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...Yeah. More than anything.
[And he's selfish, withdrawing his fingers just to savor how good it feels when he grinds on her, desperate in a way he's never been before.]
To be together with you in any way I can. That's what I want. Mio... I hope you feel the same.
[To be moving as one again is something he's missed, admittedly, but this isn't quite like Interlinking. This is more intimate, isn't it? To be linked with her in a whole new way, to make this moment one she'll carry with her forever.]
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While he's close, Mio's arms scrabble up to tightly embrace him. She whimpers, but she can't be sure what causes it. Is it the hot trail of his tongue up her throat? The teasing drag of his cock's head against her folds over and over, getting ready for her? Is it just wanting to be so close to him? The painful yearning to be full again - full of him? Noah, who's been paying such close attention to what she likes the most, might be able to answer that question better.]
I do. That's what I feel, too. If I can't get any closer to you, I feel like I'll burst. So... please.
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[This feels like such a natural thing, joining two bodies this way, and yet it's never occurred to them. Like so many things that were previously unknown to him, they'll have to chalk this one up to the odd state of their world and make peace with only discovering it now.
Even so, there's a sort of intensity here that Noah isn't sure he'd have been ready for if he weren't sharing this with Mio. He presses a kiss to her cheek before settling back and wrapping his hand around the base of his cock, lining up and slowly, carefully, shifting his hips forward to see if this deep want of theirs is something they can pull off.]
...Tell me if it hurts, alright? I'll stop.
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then she was destroyed by his surprise monster dongMio wants to watch his face for this, but curiosity gets the better of her. She tilts herself up to try and see between them, getting as much of an idea of what's happening as she can witness.
Though she might try to speak, that attempt goes out the window as she starts to feel the full press of him inside her, any noise instead coming out as a guttural groan. He's, what? About as big as his fingers? No, probably a bit more than that... she can feel the ache of being stretched again, this time prolonged and gradual. It's hard not to bear down on him.]
It doesn't hurt - really. It's just... [Well, probably exactly what he can feel.] A little tight. Sorry. [Why is she apologizing? It might just be because it's slow, and slow feels unfair right now when she wants to blur straight into him as fast as possible. At least she's unbelievably sparking wet. There's no mistaking that feeling.]
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Hm. What can he do to make this easier? Noah hums, sitting back and untying Mio's ribbon from his hair. She said she wanted to see him like this more often, but that's not all he's getting at here. Just give him a second to Ponder his next steps.]
Why apologize? I'm sure it feels strange. Mm... Maybe this will help.
[What she might benefit from is a proper distraction. With that in mind, Noah lowers himself onto his elbows, closing the distance between them so it's all the easier to feel her warmth against him while they kiss. Maybe, if they focus on simply kissing for a while, whatever discomfort she's feeling will ease a bit.]
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And around him...Mio is still tight, but the impulse to purposefully tauten her muscles draws away. It's just being with him like this, so gentle, that really does it: She doesn't feel this safe anywhere else. She pauses, dropping a more chaste kiss against his lips.]
That's good. You're good. [Because she can't go more than a few moments without reassuring him, obviously.] It helps a lot. [More kisses? More kisses for Mio?]
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