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[crossmyheartandhope]

...yeah. Yeah, exactly.

[He smiles back, soft - leans in to press a gentle kiss to her cheek]

Us both having a good time's the whole point.

[unbr8kable]

[An emphatic nod even as she blushes a little]

Yeah. So if there's something you don't wanna do, we don't do it. Or if there's something you wanna do instead, we switch. Okay?

Or if there's something you wanna try...that ain't locking nobody up...let's do it.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Yeah. Okay. That's - yeah.

[The blush is contagious; it seems to have reached his cheeks, as well]

I mean... I wouldn't mind doing stuff like that again. Just saying.

[unbr8kable]

[Scratches her nose]

Like. Outfits? Or like...uh.

[Rubs low at his hip, and lower,]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Shivers, a little; she can probably hear the way his breath stutters]

...both?

All?

[unbr8kable]

[A contemplative hum]

Accessories too? Or, uh. Toys? Stuff like that?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[His cheeks grow even darker]

I mean. Could be fun to try?

What, uh. What about you?

[unbr8kable]

[Shifts her weight]

What about me what?

[crossmyheartandhope]

You think you'd be into that kinda thing?

[unbr8kable]

Which one?

[A pause and she shifts again]

... I don't think I'd wanna get hit. But, uh. Dressing up or going places or using, uh. Things... That's fair game. ...Talking, too.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Shifts a little, himself]

What do you mean, like... going places?

And, like. Talking how?

[Using things he can probably figure out,]

[unbr8kable]

I mean. Ain't like we're in the dorm in a bed or nothing right now...

[Warmer now, but she runs her hands down his bare legs and tugs him closer into the chair, perhaps just to prove her point]

So--that. Being open to alternate locations...if you're okay with it, anyways.

And talking like...if there's something you want, or, uh. Something you wanna tell me to do...that kind of thing.

[Looking basically the opposite direction by now, ears flushed hot]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He shivers a little, at her hands over his legs - or at the reminder, perhaps]

...are you, like.

[A pause, during which he flushes darker,]

...is that the kinda thing you're into? Getting told what to do?

[unbr8kable]

Not all the time! And not by just anybody...

[Squirms more before pinching him at the crease of his thigh, voice rather flustered]

Not like you can say nothing about it, anyways.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He takes a shaky breath in, at that pinch - ducks his head, blushing all the way to his ears]

I mean -

- well - maybe -

[unbr8kable]

Touch yourself.

[It's not a question. Her hand returns to where she'd pinched, touch smoothing over the back of his thighs this time, encouraging]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[His breath catches in his throat, at that casual command; this close, she can see the way his lips part a little, and how his throat works when he swallows]

...jesus, dude.

[He reaches down between them, up under the petticoats - makes a small sound in the back of his throat as his fingers find what they're looking for and begin to move. He shifts a little, there in her lap, still sensitive from the last round even as his hips press greedily up into his own hand]

[unbr8kable]

That's what I thought.

[Its mostly self-satisfaction in her voice, but also something awed and eager. She shivers as he actually does as told--presses a kiss just below his Adam's apple--continues to run her hands up and down his thighs, a smooth counter rhythm to his own movements. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips before continuing]

This how you like it? Or there other places you like being touched, too?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He bites down on his lip for a moment, riding out a shudder of pleasure - flushes darker still, unable to meet her eyes, hand still working beneath the skirt]

There's - there's other places, too.

[unbr8kable]

[Another kiss, this time to the base of his jaw; a reward for answering, perhaps, or just because she can't resist. Either way, her hands run greedily down his hips and back up his thighs, fluffing up the skirt in the back]

What kinda places? Tell me about 'em.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[His breath catches in his throat, at the path of her hands; his cheeks flush darker still]

[He seems to have found something suddenly fascinating about the floor over in the corner]

I wouldn't have minded.

What - what you said earlier, about riding your fingers.

[unbr8kable]

O-oh yeah?

[Her eyebrows shoot up and heat rises over her cheeks; her hands continue traveling on auto-pilot]

...'Cause it was me asking? Or 'cause you done it before?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He doesn't quite manage to tamp down on a soft noise of want - or, perhaps, embarrassment. Either way, he shifts into the motion of his own hand, cheeks growing darker still]

...both?

[unbr8kable]

--For real?

[The outburst is genuinely surprised, and it takes her a second to get back into character after her fluster]

Wh-- Hhuh. You--uh. That--that some of your nighttime training?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Wh - what do you mean nighttime training, it ain't like I got, like - a routine or nothing.

[Speaking of flustered,]