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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.

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[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.

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[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]

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[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]

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[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]

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[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]

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[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]

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[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?

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[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...

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[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?

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[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]

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[Or perhaps not distracted enough. She turns to speak into his ear, soft and breathless]

...So? They should be so lucky, to hear your pretty voice when you come.

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[The words draw another long shudder from him - another whine, no more muffled than the previous, breath warm against her shoulder as it leaves him all in a rush]

That ain't - that -

[She can feel the way he's drawn up tight and trembling, like he gets just before he finishes; feel the way he twitches beneath her fingers, a new trail of moisture trickling down to damp her fingers]

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[She notices, and shifts her grip; gives more attention to the head this time, the flat of her nail lightly scraping around its ridge. Her other hand abandons pretense, tracing gently over his tightness below]

It'll be fine. Ain't you been good?

So, go on.

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[That's all it takes]

[He comes with a soft moan, a thicker surge of wet spilling over her fingers - bites down on her shoulder, to try and keep quiet, with dubious success]

[His hips stutter into motion again for a last few uneven presses forward, and then go still almost as quickly; he shakes as she works him through it, breath gusting warm against the column of her neck]

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[T-shirts are even less of a defense here, and she jerks against him, not quite catching a surprised hiss at teeth digging into her shoulder. Somehow none of this catches anyone's attention--or if it does, they apparently aren't interested in dealing with it--so there's nothing to stop her from making sure he's well and fully spent (else he indicates she should let up, whichever comes first).

Eventually she slows, the clean hand stroking over his back to soothe his come-down. Her voice is rumbly and cheeks very warm when she finally presses a soft kiss to his temple]

...There you go. Ain't that better?

You did so good, coming for me.

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[He doesn't reply for a long moment - can't, maybe, too busy just trying to breathe. The rise and fall of his chest against her is still ragged, and perhaps she can feel the slight shift in temperature as the flush grows deeper at her words]

[She certainly can't see it; his face is still buried against her, and he presses a soft kiss there, on her pulse line]

[After a long, long few seconds, decidedly shaky:]

Oh my god, dude.

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[Under the brush of his lips, her pulse trips away, obviously heated. She leans against him in return, still gently petting at him]

You okay? ...There more you need?

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I'm... I'm good.

[Another kiss, soft]

Better'n good.

[Another kiss, lingering a little longer]

You want I should...?

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[He can likely hear the pleased smile in her voice]

All I want's for you to relax. 'Less you got a cheat to skip that cooldown...

[She thumbs at his limp dick, just a teasing brush]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He shivers a little, at the touch; his cock stirs, but doesn't rally, though he does press another kiss to her neck]

Naw... gonna take a minute, probly.

But, like - I don't gotta be ready to take care of you. Y'know?

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I know.

[She shifts, leaning in to nip lightly at his ear before straightening back up, expression clear]

...But it's kinda busy out here to do all that, y'know?