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[crossmyheartandhope]

[This time, she's close enough to feel the shaky inhale of breath - certainly can feel the shift as her fingers slip below his waistband]

[He presses another kiss to her lips, as soft as the first]

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[She returns it, lashes low; breaks one kiss only to lead into another, simple and unhurried. The pace of her thumbs over his hipbones stays slow and almost soothing. One might almost miss the fact that she's been steadily working his waistband further south, at least unless they had good reason to pay attention]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[By the darkening flush across his cheeks, the motion of her thumbs is anything but soothing. He shifts against her again - catches himself, and makes himself go still - leans forward to deepen the kiss, perhaps in an effort to better hide what her hands are doing]

[unbr8kable]

[For once (and not without effort, given the soft sound at the back of her throat), she doesn't follow his lead, pulling back enough to keep the kisses Hays Code-friendly, more or less...less. Well, murmuring against his ear or chin or neck isn't bad, right?]

So eager here in public... So scandalous.

[Which is of course BS, since for as subtle as she attempts to keep the kisses, her hands stay fully on target. Maybe hiding would have been easier if he wore a jacket or something, but eh, no risk, no reward.

...The reward in this case being finally figuring out the fly of his shorts, and carefully taking him in hand]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He really is bad at staying quiet. Staying still, too, evidently]

[He makes a soft, strangled sort of sound, jerking forward into her touch - bites down on his lip, hard, fighting the impulse to move against her hand]

[A long few seconds pass, while he tries unsuccessfully to steady his breathing]

Like... like that ain't your fault.

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Yeah it is.

[Her tone and expression are somewhere between shameless and delighted as she does her best to unsteady his breathing even further, as if his strangled noises and twitches are a feature, not a bug.

Still, he is more than welcome to try. She even gives him a break, simply stroking up his frenulum for another few beats, casual(?)]

Can't blame me, can you?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[If the aim was to make his breathing shakier, she's definitely on the right track; his chest is working like he's just finished running a race, and his teeth make a little divot on his bottom lip, as though to try and ground him]

[Beneath her hand, the flesh is considerably warmer than the rest of him; a small trickle of clear fluid escapes the tip, making its way down to damp her fingers]

N-no. Can't - can't blame you at all.

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[She hums, leaning in to press a kiss to his chin]

No one could. You look too good with color in your cheeks.

[Her own are fairly rosy, especially as she shifts her fingers over his length and the stickiness there. It doesn't stop her from curling around him a little more securely and giving a slow, careful stroke]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He shudders, hard, and starts to make a soft sound - realizes just how audible it is and manages to tamp down on it, with effort, flushing deeper still]

[It takes him a moment, to be able to reply]

L-look who's talking. You're looking pretty good, yourself.

[unbr8kable]

Don't I always?

[Big talk or no, her eyes stay on the red of his mouth and the work of his throat, a little eager as she runs over his length again, slightly more confident]

...You sound pretty good.

[crossmyheartandhope]

I mean. You do always. S'kinda the problem.

[His mouth falls open slightly as she moves again, breath stuttering in his throat, but he manages to keep from anything louder than that, this time]

I sound like someone's gonna hear.

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...Silly.

[There's a genuine blush at the words, as if she hadn't set herself up in the first place, and she nudges against him, soft as her palm over his dick. Which, come to think of it, isn't exactly buttery smooth. But when (a little uncoordinatedly but gamely enough) she reaches up to thumb more of that fluid over his head and down his shaft, perhaps that's close enough for now?]

.........And maybe somebody wants to hear.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He shudders again, harder than before, at the feel of her thumb tracing over the tip of him - at the slippery feel of her touch. Almost obligingly, a new drop of moisture wells up to take the place of what she's wiped away]

[He can't quite bite back a sound this time, though it's subvocal and breathy]

Thought - thought I was supposed to be practicing keeping it down.

[unbr8kable]

[The new drop gets the same treatment as the first, a careful swirl over the flat of his head before she pulls it down, the slickness adding to the smoothness of her strokes. Her other hand stays clamped at his waist, a steady if firm contrast to her breezy tone]

Kinda late for that, sad to break it to you.

[And she tugs at him more firmly at that, as if making a point. If she happens to squirm in place as he shudders, surely that is just coincidence]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He can't quite stop the way a small whimper escapes his lips, nor the way his hips roll forward into her touch - flushes even darker, when he realizes, and manages to force himself still again, though it takes visible effort]

N-no it ain't. I'm - I ain't doing that bad.

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[Her cheeks color as his do, smile spreading warm over her lips.]

You're doing great. Do that again.

[She continues to encourage him, falling into a steady rhythm that's (probably) slow enough not to draw too much attention. Her eyes flick down to see her handiwork, but it's hard to keep from watching his expressions]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[His expressions are as much an open book as they ever are; which is to say, some heady mix of pleasure, and humiliation, and want - and, perhaps, a touch of awe at the easy way she throws that instruction out, and then another thread of humiliation and want at that, cheeks burning a deeper red]

[He can't help but do as she asks, hips rocking forward again into her hand, trying desperately not to make it too obvious. When she glances down, the length of him is red and achingly hard, the tip already damp again]

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Fuck,

[and from the sound of it, she had not actually expected him to actually take her suggestion, nor had she expected how pleased she'd be that he had. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips before she continues]

--Yeah. You ain't doing bad at all.

[The praise comes out hushed and satisfied and a little more eager than smooth. Her prosthetic is warm and soothing as she pets over his flank and thigh; a counterpoint to the quicker movements of her other hand as she jerks him off. Her thumb makes a generous flourish around the ridge and over his head on just about every stroke, smearing wetness all over with an audible smack]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He flushes darker at the praise, ducking his head a little and biting at his lip]

Xia...

[She draws another one of those whimpers from him as she begins to speed her pace; his hips rock forward again, just slightly, before he can force them still. Every flourish of her thumb over the head earns a soft shudder, however hard he tries to tamp them down, and his brow is creased as though in concentration]

[unbr8kable]

[She hums in response, almost distracted if not for the obvious amount of attention she's paying to each tremble and tiny sound earned.

The extra attention to his head doesn't come every single stroke, but definitely more often than not with his reactions. She sucks in air through her teeth, shifting a bit as he rocks up]

...Very good. Not that I expected nothing less from you.

[She dips in, dropping a mostly chaste kiss at the edge of his lip; swipes her tongue over the soft, pink fullness pulled taut by his worrying teeth in a way that isn't very chaste at all]

Maybe next time I'll set up a mirror, so you can see, too. Think you'd be into that?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He chastes after that hint of a kiss when she presses it to his lips, a frankly needy sort of sound escaping him - tries to deepen it, if she'll let him]

[Whether she does or not, though, it takes him a long few seconds to scrape his thoughts together enough to reply:]

Ain't - ain't nothing worth seeing unless you'd be in it, too.

[But by the deepening flush and the shallow roll of his hips, the idea is definitely not without appeal. He's beginning to tremble, perhaps with the effort of holding still]

[unbr8kable]

[She wasn't doing great at playing coy even before his needy whine, and after it, she's happy to let him do pretty much anything, to be honest. Her free hand begins to travel over his back, rucking at his shirt before she catches herself. Her face is definitely flushed dark by the time she thinks to pull back, or one of them needs to breathe, whichever ends up happening first]

Yeah, yeah. Like I'd leave you to it anyways when I could have you to myself.

[She leans in to nip at his earlobe, pace inching faster as his hips roll into her hand]

Figure I'd put you in my lap and figure out the rest...clothes or accessories negotiable. Either way, you don't gotta do nothing but enjoy the ride. Wouldn't be so bad, would it?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He makes another of those sounds, poorly muffled, as her pace begins to pick up - lets his head fall forward, so that his forehead is resting on her shoulder, hiding his face from view]

Sounds... sounds way better'n not so bad.

[This close, she can feel the way he's panting for breath - feel the way every stroke has him trembling like he might shake apart]

X-Xia. If you keep that up, I'm gonna...

[unbr8kable]

[She huffs out a little sound, though it's hard to be all that disappointed when she's still got plenty to look at--plenty to feel as he quakes in her lap.

Her pace slows, but only just barely; still, her question is honest]

You don't wanna?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He shudders, hard, at her words - presses his mouth to her shoulder, to try and muffle the whine that leaves him, but is not entirely successful]

Someone's - someone's gonna see. Or - or hear.

[Which is not exactly an answer, but in fairness, he is very distracted]