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[As promised, she takes a good look as he does, and while her ruffles have ended up covering quite a bit, her cheeks are dark and her eyes bright as she watches him kick away both pairs of shorts.

With that in mind, it probably isn't all that surprising when she reaches out a finger to prod at the tip, just to see]

...More ruffles. If you hadn't guessed.

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[He makes a soft sound at the back of his throat - rocks forward into her touch, before he can stop himself, and flushes darker as he forces himself to stillness]

O-oh yeah? Let's... Let's see.

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[She leans in, fingers brushing over him again--pressing a kiss beneath his jaw as she sits up]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[His hips stutter forward again, chasing after the brush of her fingers; he bites down on his lip, shuddering at the whisper of a kiss]

Xia...

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[She doesn't make it difficult to find them, as she doesn't pull away as he hitches closer--cups him instead, mouthing at the edge of his jaw]

Mmm? What's up?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He takes a shaky breath in - lets it out, just as unsteady]

[Perhaps he's making an effort to be still, because while he does chase after that gently cupping hand, he seems to catch himself - shifts, and shifts again, and then falls motionless, with no small effort]

Thought you were gonna - show me.

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[Again she is very little help, turning the gentle cupping to gentle stroking as she presses light kisses down the line of his neck]

Oh, I'll show you, don't you worry. Just thought you might appreciate something more hands-on in the meantime.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[The sound that leaves him is not quite so soft, this time; his mouth falls open as she starts to stroke, hips juddering up into the touch]

Hands-on ain't... ain't bad. I could get behind hands-on.

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Good.

[She does sound exceptionally pleased, and her hand pulls away completely.

But before he can complain too much she spits in her hand and curls it back around him, starting a series of slow, sure, and now slick strokes. Her other hand smooths over his bare hip, rhythmic as she mouths at his collarbone]

'S nice to get your hands dirty sometimes.

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[There isn't much of a complaint, when she pulls away - but his breath catches on a whimper, and his hips chase after her, before he can stop himself]

[When she returns her hand, he shudders with relief, pressing up into it; as though to add to the slickness, a drop of clear moisture has welled up at the tip, spilling over to track its way down the length. His hands, as though not quite sure what to do with themselves, reach to settle at her waist, tracing the outline of her through the shirt]

M-man. Those poor gloves.

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[So helpful. Her fingers gather the slickness, putting it to good use before the silky fabric over her palms gets too sodden. The brush of lace can only come along for the ride, and she watches his expression to see if it seems to be a welcome addition--at least when she isn't distracted working on a mark just under his collarbone]

...Guess putting 'em back would be bad form?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Judging by his expression, the lace is certainly not a bad thing; he shudders hard whenever it catches against the tip, hips rocking restlessly as though to chase after the sensation]

[Possibly the silky feel of the gloves themselves isn't a bad thing, either, judging by how quickly his breathing has grown ragged]

K-kinda gotta take em home, now.

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May as well put 'em to good use, then.

[She pinches the excess lace between pinky finger and thumb, pulling the lace just taut enough to feel more present as it runs over him, especially as counterpoint to her warm skin and the slick fabric.

Her free hand clamps to his hip mostly to hold him steady, thumb brushing an easy back and forth over the jut of his hipbone as he rocks against her]

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[He groans when she pulls the lace taut, soft and wavering - gasps, hands running shaky up and down her sides from hip to ribs and then back again]

Oh my god, dude. That's -

[The hand on his hip certainly has its work cut out for it, if it's trying to steady him; it judders forward hard, pressing into the warmth of her touch and the silky fabric both]

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Not bad?

[She doesn't attempt to immobilize him or anything, but--save for the steady pump of her good hand--she stays mostly still, apparently more interested in watching and hearing and feeling him squirm than anything]

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S'real - real good.

[He gasps again, on the upstroke - tries to stifle a moan, and isn't entirely successful. If she's in it for the way he squirms, there's definitely plenty to see; the flush has spread down to his chest, by now, and he shivers and shakes on the upstrokes, every time the lace catches at the underside of the head]

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Real real good...that sounds like an endorsement. That why you wanted me to wear these in the first place?

[She edges up the pace, somehow catching his head with the lace more often than not. From historical trends at the least he can surely infer that she's interested in getting more of those moans, stifled or not--she chances dragging the ridge of her thumbnail down his frenulum on the downstroke, light, blunt pressure]

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[His cheeks flush darker at the question, and his eyes go wide]

Wh-what? I wasn't thinking about -

[What he was thinking about doesn't end up getting said. Instead, the sound she gets in response to the blunt pressure against his frenulum is more like a muffled curse, and his hips jolt forward into the pressure hard as he bites down on his lip. Another generous drop of moisture has gathered at the tip, to begin the slow, trickling path down the length of him]

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Interesting...

[And her gaze flicks obviously from his face to the obvious surge of interest. Her voice stays casual if slightly breathy, but the lace stays pulled taut, scratchy against his length. At the end, she twists her grip around him; twists it back, lacy grip firm around the ridge of his head]

So you picked all this excessive lacy stuff just on coincidence? Sounds suspicious.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[The first twist drags a noise from him that's remarkably like a whimper; the second earns an outright whine, accompanied by a full-body shudder]

[His mouth falls open, and his eyelids shiver closed; the hands at her sides take fistfuls of her shirt, as though to ground him]

It ain't - it ain't suspicious, I just -

Th-thought it'd look good.

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[Seems like the experiment was a success, though like any good scientist, she attempts to recreate her results a few times to make sure it was not a fluke]

Thought it'd look good against your dick?

[Her free hand finally moves, sliding up his body to flick over his bare nipple. At length she tears herself away from the scrunch of his eyes and the pink of his mouth to leans in, breath washing over his ear]

I mean. You're right. So don't think I'm complaining. Dressing you up was the whole point, right?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[It seems like the results of this experiment are remarkably consistent; each twist draws a shuddering breath, or a whimper, or a gasp. His hips judder forward, attempting instinctively to push him more fully into her hold. The tip is suspiciously damp again, along with the fabric of her gloves]

That - I - I mean - I wasn't thinking about -

[And that's about when her fingers find his nipple, and he jolts at the touch - flushes crimson at the rest of her words - licks at his lips, trying to catch his breath]

I - I guess? Probly.

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[Theory proven, she moves to putting those learnings to good use, switching up the pressure and route of her hand, the amount of contact, the light scrape of her thumbnail over his length. He's wet enough by now that the drag of the fabric has begun to take on some weight of its own, though she doesn't slow--more the opposite]

You "guess"?

[Snorts indelicately, grazing teeth over his earlobe]

Maybe just 'cause you ain't wearing clothes now don't mean I don't like dressing you up. Maybe I been thinking about having you in a place like this for a while.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He moans again, long and low - at the words, perhaps, or the motions of her hand, or the way she's finally beginning to speed her pace to something more than a tease. He's flushed too dark to truly qualify as shameless, but he's not making any effort now to still the way his hips press him forward for more]

J-jesus. That's -

[A protracted shudder, as she grazes his ear]

That's - d-did you for real?

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[Her ears go hot, though if anything she follows his lead, speeding up as he does]

W-well. We got that book that one time, so makes sense, don't it...?

I-I mean. Didn't you?