[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?]
[Who knew putting your lips against someone else's could be so pleasurable? They've got practicing to do, Noah is aware, having to remind himself to breathe between kisses and angle his head so their noses don't bump. Novices or not, they're having fun, aren't they? That's what matters most.
...And it feels good. That's important too. Noah shifts his hips just a hair, a little restless, but he's got more than enough to distract himself with while Mio acclimates to the stretch. While they kiss, his fingers skim her chest, tracing her core crystal en route to The Booba. He didn't squeeze these enough earlier, so pardon his reach. honk honk]
Glad to hear it. [What's with that Look? Does Mio... want more? More kissy???] But you know... I'm the one getting spoiled here.
[More kissies for Mio, teeth teasing her bottom lip while he pinches her nipple between finger and thumb. With his mouth and hands occupied, Noah has no complaints.]
[They certainly need the practice, but Mio thinks they might be getting better with every kiss. She inhales a little too much the wrong way when he pinches his fingers around her nipple, prompting the small of her back to roll tightly up into his hand. Is it any wonder she thought his chest might yield the same sensitive results? His caveman exploration nets Mio the chance both to catch her own forgotten breath and to reply.]
Huh? But I'm the one who's making you wait... [Wait for what, she still doesn't fully know. She knows, a blend of instinct and deduction and the earlier experience with his fingers giving her plenty of information to lead her to a conclusion, but it won't be the same until they both experience it for themselves. It's clear from the jerky little quirk of Noah's hips that he's barely holding off, the urge to pump into her stronger by the moment - no matter how unga bunga he is about the almighty breast.
Under different circumstances, she's pretty sure she could stay here like this forever. Even just like this, with Noah's mouth and hands, she could be satisfied for the longest time. It would be enough to satisfy her. But that inferno is back and lashing low in her belly so hard it feels like a heartbeat. If they don't keep going and soon, her newly unlocked level of desire will overpower her.] I think I'm probably ready. ...If you are! [It's a funny way of saying I'll go crazy if you don't fuck me, but she'll get there one day, once she has the words.]
[He'll look forward to grabbing her boobs at every given (private) opportunity going forward, thank you very much. For now, he's... yeah. Getting a bit restless, but Mio is too, right? Noah can tell. He may not be the best at reading people's emotions, but it'd be hard not to notice her muscles squeezing around his cock and the wetness just begging him to get a move on.
Farewell for now, little booba. Noah straightens out his arms, and positioned above her, takes one last look at the way Mio's sprawled out beneath him. This is the sort of sight he'll never tire of seeing, he's sure, drawing his hips back, gently thrusting forward, and marveling at the seamless way their bodies come together. For now, that's the pace he'll settle on: ginger but firm, his eagerness betraying him.]
...How's that? You've softened up a lot.
[And she's wetter than a waterfall, but that goes without saying. Noah has enough sense not to comment on her, uh, moisture level?]
[Over the past few minutes, Mio hasn't exactly been aware of her gradually dwindling vocabulary. She's had nothing but praise for Noah, nothing but wandering thoughts about how this feels that try to coalesce into words for her. Whatever thread was holding her articulation together snaps pretty soon after he picks up thrusting into her. The first noise she can summon is a heady moan, and when nothing else comes after, she nods vigorously. For all the reinforcement Noah received earlier, this should still be good to communicate what she's feeling.
Plus, she's kinda wet... Which she's pretty sure he can tell without her commentary. Still, would he even want to hear it? Would he want to know that she's never felt like this before, and it's all due to him? She wants to think about these things so she can learn. She wants to know how she compares to her hand and if she can get to the same peak he did earlier. But she just can't. She really can't think at all.
Mio isn't fully sure what to do with herself, especially with him having abandoned her boobs to the cold and lonely elements, so Mio lets her hands wander, curious and desperately looking for purchase. They move over his shoulders, his upper arms, his back, her nails just beginning to scratch the skin. Her legs seem to have a better idea of where to go - she brings them up around him almost immediately and giving him even easier access. Hopefully he had no plans to abandon his task any time soon.]
[...No wonder the cowboys in that movie were so invested in having sex with each other. They've only just begun and Noah can see himself wiling away the hours with Mio just like this— touching each other, trading kisses, moving in sync, sharing each other's shuttering breaths. In a way, he feels whole. Complete. In a way, Noah feels that, if he can hold his moment forever in his heart, maybe saying goodbye won't be quite so hard.
If only. That thought's easily cast aside for the time being, Noah's mind made a mess by arousal as he bites back the urge to punch his hips forward at a steadier clip. He picks up speed, still, but he's cognizant of Mio's comfort, moving only as fast as he can get away with.]
Ah—
[He goosebumps under the drag of her fingernails, tries and fails not to thrust sharply into her when he finds the threat of them biting into his skin terribly arousing. Why is that his kink? What is a kink? Details for future Noah to work out. The Noah of the here and now is quick to assure her of what he likes so she can stash away this knowledge for the future. When he speaks, he's just a bit parched for air.]
Your nails... That feels good, when you drag them like that.
[In turn, the unexpected pitch in speed and intensity spikes a guttural noise from somewhere deep in her belly. It's an animalistic, raw sound Mio didn't even know humans could make. Normally, she might be a little embarrassed by it, even more color rising to her already flushed face. With Noah, she feels safe. Even if she has no idea what she's doing and makes a fool of herself in front of him. She tries to rearrange noise into words and summon the ability to speak once more, working around the pants of her breath.]
Yeah...? Like this? [Hand pressed to the wide open plane of his upper back, Mio deliberately draws her nails up and along the skin. As she feels the drag of her fingers over his body, she bites her lower lip, the enjoyment bare in her expression as she holds his gaze. It feels good to him, but she's also indulging in its intimacy. As her nails slip beneath the curtain of his hair to tease at the nape of his neck, she manages a tiny smug cat grin between her breaths. That's good?]
[As worked up as she is, Mio is more than satisfied with the attention she's getting. Every time he pushes forward all the way or lingers fully sheathed inside her, she revels in the closeness with a tiny squeeze of her legs. It's embarrassing and a little selfish, maybe, that her body misses the feeling of his hands on it even then, while he's already putting in so much effort. Her heartbeat is in her throat and between her legs, her clit practically throbbing every time their bodies rub together. It's impossible to imagine this feeling so good with anyone else.] Sparks... Kiss my neck again?
[Honestly? If Mio's feeling embarrassed, Noah hasn't noticed. He's too lost in the pussy sauce, so excuse him if he's a little less than coherent.
Sighs spool from his mouth like loose ribbon, and he's clearly enjoying himself— at least, he hopes it's obvious. This is a moment for both of them to enjoy, after all, and Mio deserves to know that no one makes him feel like she does.]
...Yeah. Just like that.
[Her request prompts a smile, though it's brief, pulled apart by heady sighs and the pleasant drag of nails along his back, spine arching and skin tingling. Almost too quickly, Noah nods, obedient as ever, and leans in to dress her neck in kisses.
...He isn't going to last long enough to enjoy this as much as he wants, but who's going to stop them from doing it a second time? A third? Noah huffs, kisses turning into licks into bites, the temptation to mark her overwhelming him. That last bite'll smart, leave a pretty little bruise on her skin, and he'll apologize for it later. Noah simply needed to.]
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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.
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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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...And it feels good. That's important too. Noah shifts his hips just a hair, a little restless, but he's got more than enough to distract himself with while Mio acclimates to the stretch. While they kiss, his fingers skim her chest, tracing her core crystal en route to The Booba. He didn't squeeze these enough earlier, so pardon his reach. honk honk]
Glad to hear it. [What's with that Look? Does Mio... want more? More kissy???] But you know... I'm the one getting spoiled here.
[More kissies for Mio, teeth teasing her bottom lip while he pinches her nipple between finger and thumb. With his mouth and hands occupied, Noah has no complaints.]
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Huh? But I'm the one who's making you wait... [Wait for what, she still doesn't fully know. She knows, a blend of instinct and deduction and the earlier experience with his fingers giving her plenty of information to lead her to a conclusion, but it won't be the same until they both experience it for themselves. It's clear from the jerky little quirk of Noah's hips that he's barely holding off, the urge to pump into her stronger by the moment - no matter how unga bunga he is about the almighty breast.
Under different circumstances, she's pretty sure she could stay here like this forever. Even just like this, with Noah's mouth and hands, she could be satisfied for the longest time. It would be enough to satisfy her. But that inferno is back and lashing low in her belly so hard it feels like a heartbeat. If they don't keep going and soon, her newly unlocked level of desire will overpower her.] I think I'm probably ready. ...If you are! [It's a funny way of saying I'll go crazy if you don't fuck me, but she'll get there one day, once she has the words.]
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Farewell for now, little booba. Noah straightens out his arms, and positioned above her, takes one last look at the way Mio's sprawled out beneath him. This is the sort of sight he'll never tire of seeing, he's sure, drawing his hips back, gently thrusting forward, and marveling at the seamless way their bodies come together. For now, that's the pace he'll settle on: ginger but firm, his eagerness betraying him.]
...How's that? You've softened up a lot.
[And she's wetter than a waterfall, but that goes without saying. Noah has enough sense not to comment on her, uh, moisture level?]
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Plus, she's kinda wet... Which she's pretty sure he can tell without her commentary. Still, would he even want to hear it? Would he want to know that she's never felt like this before, and it's all due to him? She wants to think about these things so she can learn. She wants to know how she compares to her hand and if she can get to the same peak he did earlier. But she just can't. She really can't think at all.
Mio isn't fully sure what to do with herself, especially with him having abandoned her boobs to the cold and lonely elements, so Mio lets her hands wander, curious and desperately looking for purchase. They move over his shoulders, his upper arms, his back, her nails just beginning to scratch the skin. Her legs seem to have a better idea of where to go - she brings them up around him almost immediately and giving him even easier access. Hopefully he had no plans to abandon his task any time soon.]
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If only. That thought's easily cast aside for the time being, Noah's mind made a mess by arousal as he bites back the urge to punch his hips forward at a steadier clip. He picks up speed, still, but he's cognizant of Mio's comfort, moving only as fast as he can get away with.]
Ah—
[He goosebumps under the drag of her fingernails, tries and fails not to thrust sharply into her when he finds the threat of them biting into his skin terribly arousing. Why is that his kink? What is a kink? Details for future Noah to work out. The Noah of the here and now is quick to assure her of what he likes so she can stash away this knowledge for the future. When he speaks, he's just a bit parched for air.]
Your nails... That feels good, when you drag them like that.
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Yeah...? Like this? [Hand pressed to the wide open plane of his upper back, Mio deliberately draws her nails up and along the skin. As she feels the drag of her fingers over his body, she bites her lower lip, the enjoyment bare in her expression as she holds his gaze. It feels good to him, but she's also indulging in its intimacy. As her nails slip beneath the curtain of his hair to tease at the nape of his neck, she manages a tiny smug cat grin between her breaths. That's good?]
[As worked up as she is, Mio is more than satisfied with the attention she's getting. Every time he pushes forward all the way or lingers fully sheathed inside her, she revels in the closeness with a tiny squeeze of her legs. It's embarrassing and a little selfish, maybe, that her body misses the feeling of his hands on it even then, while he's already putting in so much effort. Her heartbeat is in her throat and between her legs, her clit practically throbbing every time their bodies rub together. It's impossible to imagine this feeling so good with anyone else.] Sparks... Kiss my neck again?
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Sighs spool from his mouth like loose ribbon, and he's clearly enjoying himself— at least, he hopes it's obvious. This is a moment for both of them to enjoy, after all, and Mio deserves to know that no one makes him feel like she does.]
...Yeah. Just like that.
[Her request prompts a smile, though it's brief, pulled apart by heady sighs and the pleasant drag of nails along his back, spine arching and skin tingling. Almost too quickly, Noah nods, obedient as ever, and leans in to dress her neck in kisses.
...He isn't going to last long enough to enjoy this as much as he wants, but who's going to stop them from doing it a second time? A third? Noah huffs, kisses turning into licks into bites, the temptation to mark her overwhelming him. That last bite'll smart, leave a pretty little bruise on her skin, and he'll apologize for it later. Noah simply needed to.]
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