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[Possibly too distracted to be looking around, but if he had happened to check the mirror, he might have noticed her eyes trained on him, drinking up every twitch and shiver against her. She rubs up from his thighs to the pink blush staining his skin, generously squeezing before dragging her fingers lower again. At the same time, her other hand trails up from the spill of petticoats at his waist past the low back of the dress and up the knobbles of his spine]

Think you learned your lesson? You ready to get back to work?

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[He whines at that - shifts against her, biting down hard on his lip. If she's in it for the twitches and shivers, surely the path that her hand takes gives her plenty more to appreciate]

[It's a long couple of beats before he can scrape his thoughts together enough to reply, and when he does his voice is decidedly strained:]

...y-yeah.

If you think that's - good. S'your rules... right?

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[A fresh hum as she considers this, shifting a bit beneath him. Her prosthetic ends up near the nape of his neck, scratching gently; her good hand traces down the back of his thigh to the port, crests to the inside and runs back up to where his leg meets his body--ghosts her fingers over his bottom to mirror the movements down and up his other leg, very slow]

...What, you got a complaint?

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[He can't quite suppress the full-body shiver, at the gentle touches of her fingertips - can't quite tamp down on the sound that leaves him, soft and pleading]

N-not a complaint so much.

[He shifts again at the slow, soft touches - can't help but press back into her, and then forward again, chasing after the not-quite-enough sensation]

J-jesus, Xia. That's -

Oh my god...

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[Another leisurely trip, fingers dragging around the edge of his port and up his inner thighs. This time she presses a little closer as she skirts the crease of his ass, her knuckles brushing gently over the base of his balls]

Gonna have to speak up. I'm not a mind reader.

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[He sucks in a shaky breath at the new path of her fingers - stifles a groan, thighs spreading almost instinctively to welcome more of the teasing touches]

[She can't see how dark his cheeks have become from this angle, but his ears are definitely a very bright red]

Y-you could... like. Do a couple more, if you wanted.

Just to, like. Y-you know. Make sure the lesson sticks.

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[She can feel the rumble in his chest even if she can't hear it, and the heat of his flush, and her legs chafe around him a bit, like she can't quite get settled in her seat. Her tone of voice, however, is a low, rusty purr that does not sound uncomfortable in the least.]

So you want more, huh? Even being like this ain't enough for you?

[His ass gets a pinch this time, low; a little red satellite to the flush from the spanking. Immediately after she soothes at it with the backs of her fingers, careful little circles over the yielding flesh. But before long, those fingers begin to stray...she takes the invitation in those spread thighs, drags her fingers up the velvety skin of his sack and further, all the way up his taint]

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[He whimpers again, soft, at the chafing of her legs - shudders hard, and rocks into it as best he can. When she pinches, he jerks a little - squirms at the soothing circles that follow]

[He shudders harder, as she begins to reach between his legs - can't entirely stifle a gasp, when she finds his taint. For a long few moments, he can't seem to decide whether he wants to press backward into her hand or forward into the pressure of her thigh - squirms ineffectually, managing to get the full satisfation of neither]

Xia... Please...

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[A thrill goes down her spine at the look of him--at the sound of her name, at his desperation--]

Please what?

[And her voice is greedy and warm as molasses, a little breathless. Her hands don't stop--starting a little caravan between his scrotum and the base of his cock, up his perineum to nudge the tiniest bit at his wrinkled pucker before returning to nestle between his balls]

Tell me what you want.

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[He whines, softly, at the brush of her fingers against the base of his cock - again, when they trace backward to trail across that pucker. He can't help but shudder forward, using what little leverage he has to rub himself up against her, all muffled heat and scratchy-slick fabric and blunt pressure]

M-more. I need - something.

I gotta have - a-anything. Please -

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[She takes in a long breath, staring at how he writhes--how he begs. She can't see enough of his face but she can see the tension in his back and feel it in points further south and suddenly her throat is dry.

So she gives him a firm swat on the fullest part of his behind, with a little more intent than before]

You know what that's for... But I did say I'd listen if you asked nice. Come up in my lap.

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[He jolts again, hard, when she swats him - can't quite tamp down on the whimper, or keep his hips from rocking forward with the impact]

[It takes a beat or two, for the words to make sense in his mind - another beat, for him to untangle his tongue enough to form words of his own]

What, like... like sitting, or...?

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You want me to finish you off, don't you?

[She licks her lips]

Hard to jerk you off like this. 'Less you really are looking forward to riding my fingers that bad.

[Nudges at the pucker of his ass again, bravado on full display]

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[He whimpers at her question, and although his ears are bright red, the breathy sort of groan that leaves him at that second sentence is certainly not a no. He can't seem to stop himself from rubbing up against her thigh, rule or no rule, and he shudders hard at the gentle press of her fingers against his ass]

[He's well and truly distracted by the way a fold of fabric has caught against him at just the right angle, and the way her finger promises more, and the way his mind has run away with the possibilities. It takes him a second to realize he's going to have to give her an answer - a second more, to scrape one together]

Wh-what, like - here?

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[It seems as though this much is allowed--at least she continues to rub up and down the same path, following his shudders but for once not attempting to push much farther...he's having enough trouble answering as it is, not that she considers that much of a problem.

Another shaky breath of her own, and she brushes her other hand down his face, feeling his flush even if the angle's wrong to see it. Her good hand cups his whole sack, tugging gently]

There someplace else you like better? Middle of the dorm? Or up on the observation deck, pressed against the window? That'd be one hell of a 'show off' live...

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[She earns a whine in response to that gentle tugging - or perhaps in response to those suggestions; it's difficult to say for sure]

[Either way, she can feel the heat of his flush, a good deal warmer than his usual temperature - certainly can feel the way he squirms. He can't quite get the leverage he needs to press down the way he wants to, but he's doing his level best, shallow, restless little circles of his hips]

J-jesus, that's - everybody'd see.

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[Her fingertips keep wisping over his cheek and lips and neck, soaking in the warmth of that feverish flush as best she can with this position. With her good hand, she squeezes at his other cheeks, intent and a bit impatient; rubs up and down the crevice between with the flat of her thumb]

Maybe I'll just have to keep you quiet, then, so you don't draw too much attention. I can think of a few things to fill that pretty mouth of yours...

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[He outright groans, at that; she can probably feel the flutter of his lashes as he squeezes his eyes closed, the hot pant of his breath against her palm]

[He can't help but rock back against her hand, when the flat of her thumb applies firmer pressure - can't keep the needy quality from his whine, or the pleading tone from his voice]

Wh-what... what're you thinking...?

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My--

[And she breaks off, flushing; rushes to continue]

Me. Or like, a toy. Or maybe a gag, I dunno. Think it'd look nice, though.

So, did you ever decide how you wanted to be finished? Or d'you just wanna stay like this, hanging on forever?

[Her thumb digs in with more of that pressure before abruptly easing off]

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[His breath stutters in his throat, at those words; he groans again, soft, chest heaving as he pants for breath. She can probably feel the way he shudders, at "hanging on forever" - catch the whimper, quiet and a little desperate]

I want - I want you to keep me quiet. With your -

With you.

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[An oh of surprise, and it's possible the flush that follows is hot enough to be felt even through the remains of her outfit.]

...O-on your knees. And take off these pants.

[She nudges her thigh into him; an invitation to move]

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[He sucks a shaky breath in, at the nudge from her thigh - shudders, and bites down on his lip, and moves to comply]

Y-yeah. I -

Yeah.

[He rises almost reluctantly - shivers hard when he leaves her lap, not entirely able to tamp down the soft sound of frustration that leaves him as he loses the pressure and the friction both. From the new angle, she can see his face - how dark his cheeks are, and the way his lip is swollen from biting down in an attempt to ground himself, and how completely his pupils are blown]

[He goes down on his knees in front of her - squirms, at the shift in position and the rustling of the petticoats - reaches up, with shaking hands, to begin working her out of the pants]

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[She angles herself closer as she does, as if so he can peel off the now damp slacks as fast has he can--eager to wriggle from the now uncomfortable fabric and scoot closer to him]

You wanted me...now you got me.

[She reaches out to brush over his cheek, a little sloppy]

Don't come before I do.

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[He cants his head into her touch, blatantly needy - is entirely unable to hide the tremble in his voice at that casual order]

J-jesus, dude. That's -

[He shifts again - squirms, there on his knees, as the petticoats rustle with the movement. He's managed to peel the slacks off, by now - has reached for the waistband of her underwear, as well]

I'll. I'll do my best.

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If you do, should be no problem.

[Her smirk down at him is eager--hungry. Her gaze keeps snagging at the scrunch of his eyelashes and the arch of his back and the bit of skirt that doesn't quite lay flat.

She lays her hands over his hands at her hips, urging them down, her sodden panties with them]