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[tucky]

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[mentornomore]

He's quite enjoying where he is right now, but her wish is his command. He gets his pants untied one-handed while he slowly, teasingly kisses his way to her inner thigh. It's an awkward bit of wriggling to get out of them without letting go. There's nothing off about his anatomy, though he is... proportionate.

[tucky]

By this point, she's really curious, and can't help but ducking her head down to get a look. Luckily, she's relieved by what she sees.

"Yeah, you know, you and human guys ain't different at all. And you're bigger than most of 'em - that's a good thing. I don't know if your people brag about that stuff, but humans do. A lot." He'll take time out of what they're doing to admire lace and ask how tattoos work; she'll do it to spout off facts about how human men view their penises. The dorkery is equal here.

[mentornomore]

"Good, then? I was a little... you're so small." Not that they have to do anything particularly acrobatic, but he'd hate to hurt her. Which is part of why he's aiming for something he's pretty sure everyone enjoys, kissing his way up her inner thigh and pausing to send her a questioning look.

[tucky]

"But you ain't too big. You're..." Then she realizes where he is, and what he's implicitly asking. "Yeah, you can do it." Guys who are willing to eat girls out are the best guys, in her mind.

[mentornomore]

Oh, good. He looks sheepishly relieved for a moment and then goes ahead, eagerly sliding his tongue between her legs.

[tucky]

Her eyes close again and her head hits the pillow, legs stretching out and fingers searching for his head. She can't quite reach far enough to curl her fingers into his hair the way she wants to - her fingertips just barely graze his scalp.

"Okay, keep-- keep doing that." And that's about all she can manage to say right now.

[mentornomore]

Good reaction. Unwilling to stop to answer, he goes ahead and rumbles again, adding a little vibration as he licks and teases. He grips her hips in both hands and tips her up a little for a better angle.

[tucky]

"Oh, Jesus--" He is good at this, and she makes sure to let him know vocally. She lets out moan after breathy moan, bending her legs so she can scoot a little closer and grab onto his hair - not pulling, just lightly holding on.

[mentornomore]

He wouldn't have minded if she did pull. Rough is sort of the default lately (Moon has odd habits and spends most of his time tussling with a powerful young queen). But this is good, too, and the payoff of knowing how much he's pleasing the lady is turning him on. Making good use of his talented tongue, he moans back a little from the sheer fun of it.

[tucky]

It feels amazing - even more so with that moan - but suddenly she wants him up with her. "C'mere." She gives him a light tug.

[mentornomore]

"Yes'm," he murmurs, looking a little disappointed as he pushes himself back up to his knees. He looks down at her with a self-satisfied smirk, though. "You're even prettier when you blush." It's so vivid on skin that pale.

[tucky]

Tiffany smiles, and kisses him lightly on the lips. Then she shifts under him, positioning herself for him to enter her.

"Fuck, you're good at that, though. I'm gonna remember that for when we get back to the Barge."

[mentornomore]

"Did you want to... I'm not going to hurt you, am I?" He's apparently going to keep being nervous, though the size difference isn't that extreme now that he's used to her.

[tucky]

"It's okay. Human girls are kinda... stretchy. And I'm wet now and everything." She has no clue if that term will mean anything to him, but she assumes he'll be able to figure it out through context.

[mentornomore]

He's not that confused. Just a worrier. But she seems confident, so he nods and nuzzles her hair a bit as he enters her, still slow and gentle, making a low noise that would make more sense coming from the deep shadows in a jungle than a normally placid young man. He's taking his cues from her all he can, but he's not enough of a saint not to love the release.

[tucky]

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Tiffany feels a little guilty about not using a condom. But she has her birth control chip, and she's at least remembering that condoms exist and are an option, so she reasons that she's not being irresponsible. There's nothing to worry about. And when he pushes into her, she forgets all that anyway - her worries, his worries, the fact that tomorrow she's going to have to go back into the ring and get knives thrown at her. She digs her fingers into his back and drops her forehead against his shoulder, exhaling.

[mentornomore]

Chime didn't think about it for a second, so good on her. Of course, where he's from there's magical healing and mental birth control, and he's infertile, anyway, kind of a sore subject.

All of which works out fine. Her response eggs him on and he lets himself move a bit more, soon settling into a smooth, deep rhythm.

[tucky]

Tiffany tangles her legs in his, arching her back wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "Fuck you're gorgeous. Like, really. Like--" She groans, clenching and jerking out of her rhythm for a moment before finding herself and starting to move with him again.

[mentornomore]

"More of that, I think," he murmurs, his voice almost lost in the growl. He nips her shoulder again, just barely remembering to be extra gentle, and speeds up a little despite his better judgement.

[tucky]

She laughs, which he can probably feel at least a little bit. "Gotta be more specific."

[mentornomore]

He can, and it's rather delicious, actually. He wraps his arms around her and rolls, putting her on top and shuddering at the lovely shifts in pressure. "You making pretty noises."

[tucky]

"They're embarrassing." Because she still hasn't quite broken herself of the habit of her own sexuality and desires being shameful; being something to hide and stay quiet about.

[mentornomore]

He reaches up to pet her cheek, wrapping the other arm around her waist and quite obviously enjoying the view. "Who's embarrassing you? I'll bite them." Still pretty muted for a raksura threat.

[tucky]

"You're so..." There's a lot of adjectives she could use here, all of them good. Instead of saying any of them out loud, though, she just arches up into him - and lightly bites his neck, because he seems into that.

[mentornomore]

It's lucky humans have all the native self preservation instinct of rocks, the way she sets him off. Another growl and his thrusting grows a little rougher. He hasn't gone without as long as she has, but all the stress and confusion--he needs the release, and there's not much reason to hold back.