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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.

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.

"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.

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."

"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.

"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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

"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.

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

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."

"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.

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.

"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.

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.

She's getting pretty close herself, and it shows in how she clamps down around him more, her moans getting more frequent. She twists her fingers into his hair and tugs him closer, bringing him into another kiss.

He's a bit rougher than he means to be with her toward the end. Probably not enough to hurt, but she feels amazing and oh he needs it. He's loud and powerful as he comes, pulling her against him and moving hard.

She just rolls with it - it's so much easier to in the heat of the moment. He comes first, but she's not far behind - not at the same time as him, but just after. As she winds down, her breathing slowly returning to its normal pace, she just lies there boneless underneath him, still holding onto his hair.

Panting a little, he kisses her neck to bring himself back to earth and then rolls off her. This body still feels light and awkward to him, but it's got to be heavy for her. He just coils around her lazily instead, nose pressed into her hair.

The second he moves off of her, she curls close again, seeking warmth and comfort. "You're amazing."

While sort of inclined to fall asleep now and not move for a year (or at least until there might be a second round on offer), he has the presence of mind not to ignore that. "Good, because I'm not getting up."

"Good, I was hoping you wouldn't. Stay here tonight?"

"Wasn't I going to anyway?" He sounds a bit groggy. Chime's not very good at being awake when his body says otherwise.

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