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[groans and shudders again, head spinning and floppy with afterglow. now she tugs at Req's hair, though barely hard enough to count as teasing]

Marceliiine...

[her voice is a little too rough for the intent behind the name to be clear, but perhaps she just wants to say the name itself, voice deep with pleasure]

[ presses in just once more to swipe her tongue up along her and press a kiss over the curve of her pelvic bone. She pushes herself up with some effort to shift up along Nem's body, shivering at the tug, her face flushed.

Her voice is a low mumble, as she flops onto her side neck to her, tail curled and pleased (even if it does twitch with some unconscious impatience against her leg, even the tickle of it just enough to remind her how ready she still is). ]

... Pretty Kitty.

[Hums, low, eyes lidding. Nevertheless, she reaches out to tug her closer with another pleased hum, kisses blindly at whatever's closest]

C'mere...

[ lets her cheeks be kissed with a huffed laugh and fits in alongside her, tilting her head to capture her lips with a throaty, needy noise. ]

[Hums into the kiss, pleased and fond and almost lazily slow, despite (or perhaps due to) the desperation in Req's tone. But slowly, she moves her hands to drift up and over and down her back and hips and sides, leisurely]

[ kissing eagerly and matching her pace despite the clear impatience, squirming closer against her and tangling their legs together ]

[keeps the kisses slow and light...ish, at least making an attempt not to give in to Req's rush. even so, as Req moves closer Nem wedges a thigh between hers, firm and present. the grip on her rear goes more purposeful]

[ she pulls back a little from the kiss to make a breathless little noise, forehead pressed to Nem's and tightening her fingers slightly against her arm as she grinds down against the soft skin. Definitely more than a little wet, by this point. her core hot but still nowhere near Nem's levels of heat. ]

Baby...

Mm?

[lays soft kisses over her face and up her jaw, as if Req isn't grinding against her (and as if she isn't gratuitously feeling up Req's ass and thighs, stroking up and over and down)]

You need something...?

[ a shuddery exhale, kissing her back-- or trying to anyway-- as she struggles not to grind down harder against her in reaction to those touches. ]

Just... need a little more. Come on...

[Hums thoughtfully, gripping Req's hips and shifting up as if she's fine with her losing that struggle. Nuzzles into her neck, lips warm at the shell of her ear as she croons]

You know you can just take what you need, right? You could just speed up and ride me like you want to... Or is there a way you'd rather I gave it to you? You could sit on my face, maybe, or I could use my hands, or all of the above...?

[ sit on my face

a, ah.

she gives a little whine, squirming against her, her whole face flushed red as she buries her face into nem's hair ]

I-- y-yes-- Is... is that okay??

Why would I say it if it wasn’t okay?

[gives a lingering kiss to the sensitive skin where chin and neck meet before looking up at her through lidded eyes]

...Why wouldn’t I want to taste you, feel you around me...?

[ exhales a soft noise, shuddering and... stays there, for a long moment. and then she releases and vaguely attempts to unwrap herself from nem, gingerly pushing herself up onto her knees, flushed. ]

Just-- don't... wanna pin you, or nothin'. But if you want to try... um. I'd like that.

[Watches her, eyes soft--reaches out to squeeze her thigh, reassuring]

...Appreciate you caring about that stuff. But I think... I mean, I've thought about it, and I think, it's okay. If it's you.

... you sure?

[ oh, she's beautiful, looking like that. She can't resist the temptation to lean slightly over her, just enough to curl her fingers against her cheek. ]

[presses into the touch for a long moment, then pulls away, cheeks warm.

turns back to draw the fingers into her mouth, one by one. notes the tang over her skin and flushes further--sucks a little harder at the pads of her fingers. eventually pulls off with an audible pop]

I'm sure.

[ watches her do that with her face darkly flushed, eyes a little hazy with need (and the robotic one brightly orange, shot through with dark blue), pressing just slightly against the soft rubbing of her tongue.

and hesitates a moment more, before carefully shifting her legs over Nem's, curling over her for a kiss but still careful not to press down against her body. ]

[hums into the kiss and licks over Req's lips, encouraging. then she shifts a little, aware of Req's legs around her; reaches her hands to Req's hips and urges them forward]

[ she leans into the touch and-- maybe a bit awkwardly-- shuffles forward until she's where Nem wants her, leaning slightly forward to support herself against the headboard.

She keeps eyes on her all the while though, cheeks flushed dark. ]

[Breathes in a few deep, shaky breaths, surrounded by the scent and the sight and the feel of her, close enough to feel the throb of her pulse from the inside, the damp heat against Nem's face. And then Nemesis gets to work before Req can falter any, lapping firmly at everything she can reach.]

[ Releases a noise that might have tried to be a "fuck" but got stopped on the first consonant, hissed lowly through her teeth, the color high in her face. She's certainly not lacking in any wetness, at this point, and more than needy enough to give a little jolt at the first lick.

She at least attempts to maintain some politeness, though, and resist pressing down too hard against that hot mouth, thighs faintly trembling with the effort of it. ]

[Nemesis moves her own hands to grip those thighs, partially to ground them both, not that the tremble helps much in that regard—partially to help support at least in theory. It’s a lot, but it’s nice when Req presses more urgently, when she makes Req’s control slip—and it’s that that encourages Nemesis to grip more tightly, arch her neck to get her tongue deeper within Req’s folds, kiss at those lower lips and the engorged nub between.]

[ she simultaneously leans into the grip and struggles to stay put, leaning more of her weight forward against the headboard to bury her face against her arms and muffle herself.

she was already pretty close, as it was, and the intensity of Nem's tongue only serves to drive her more quickly; it's really not all that long before she can't resist rocking into the rhythm her mouth has set, whispering breathless little praises and whining her name. ]

Ohhhh, Kitty, Kitty...

[In this position there’s only so much Nem can do, but she goes for as much as she can—moving to meet Req’s hips, offering all the pressure and warmth she can. Her tongue drags against Req’s heat, alternating between stroking and dipping into her holes and sucking none too gently at her clit, the time for teasing long over. She can’t really say anything, mouth fully occupied, but she hums, low, and the hands squeezing at Req’s hips go tighter, encouraging her to let go and take what she needs]

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