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[It's all okay, judging by his reactions - better than okay, if the way he whimpers at the soft brush of her fingers is any indication]

[He can't seem to keep his hips still - they make needy, restless rocking motions - and he can't seem to stop kissing her, either, licking into her mouth like he needs it to live]

[He does in fact have the key now, even though his hands are decidedly unsteady as they make to slide it into the lock; there's the soft scrape of metal against metal, and for a long moment, he manages nothing more than to fumble it, too caught up with kissing her to try to do this by sight]

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[It probably doesn't help that she does very little to get out of the way, though after a couple times of being poked in the belly she reluctantly leaves off from his behind to place her hands over his--drags off his lower lip to slowly rock back on her knees]

Guess you've done your time...

[Her voice is gravelly, face flushed and eager, glasses discarded somewhen along the way. She traces up the soaked leather cage from his perineum to the lock at his waist, none-too-gently cupping the base of the basket as she turns the key and unlatches the buckle. From there it's easy to work down the garment so he can spring free. She licks her lips, pupils dark]

So? How do you want it? You been so good, I'll let you choose, this time.

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[He whines as she cups at the latticework - can't help but rock into her hand, the motion shallow and decidedly erratic]

[He does spring free, as soon as she releases him; his cock is red and dripping, curved hard and ready up toward his stomach]

Just - jesus, just - anything, touch me, Xia -

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[She nods, letting out a breathy sound, awed at how needy he is for it, the desperation in his voice. One hand cups his cheek, gentle; the other wraps her fingers firmly around his dick.

For all the eagerness she starts out slow and careful, tugging up to the flare of his head and swiping over the flat of it, before dragging back down to the base and starting again. Her brows ridge in concentration, gaze flicking between his cock and his expression, as if wanting to be certain both approve]

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[He shudders forward into the heat of her hand - can't help but press in for more, needing the pressure of her fingers and the slow drag of friction after so long without]

[The sound that leaves him is frankly desperate, long and wavering and more than a little breathless, and he reaches out to clutch at her waist with both hands, as though to keep her there]

[By all indications, he approves enthusiastically; he twitches in her hand, hard, a new drop of moisture welling up at the tip. His eyes have squeezed closed and his mouth fallen open, and his chest is heaving like he can't seem to get enough air]

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[Approval noted. Her teeth sink into her lower lip at the sight of him--at the weight of him in her hand and the shudder beneath her with each breath, and she squirms in place a little, hardly needing his grip to keep her in place.

The pump of her hand starts getting up to speed; not fast, but closer to the crisp pace his hips are already suggesting. He's more than slick enough that friction is not a problem, and she grips a little tighter every few strokes to keep from slipping right off.

Her free hand trails down his cheek and over his face, fingertips glowing a pale violet as they press into the softness of his lower lip]

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[He doesn't seem to notice the glow - can't, considering the position of her hand, but it's possible that even if he could, he wouldn't. After all, he's really very distracted]

[His hips are stuttering up into her hold on every downstroke; he plants his feet on the couch for better leverage, back bowing as he presses himself in, needy for whatever she'll give him. His hands release their hold, seemingly reassured that she doesn't mean to go anywhere - begin to wander, overher hips and her ass and the curves of her breasts]

X-Xia - Oh my god -

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Jacob...

[Her breath hitches at his touch and she shifts again, subtly rolling into his thigh along with the pace of her hand.

The prosthetic continues down his neck and over his sternum, flicks unnaturally cool over one pink nipple, then the next. Then they roll it between finger and thumb, sure as the thumb that scrapes over his frenulum every second or third stroke]

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[His hands squeeze at her breasts and then run back down her sides, restless - come to settle at her hips again, tugging her in to rock more firmly against his thigh]

[He makes a choked sort of noise, when her thumb catches at his frenulum the first time; his head falls back against the couch, and his eyebrows knit together as though in concentration]

[At the first touch against his nipple, he whimpers - squirms when she moves to the other - outright jolts when she catches it between two fingers and rolls it. His cock twitches hard in her hand, another clear drop of moisture welling up. The restless rocking has gone shaky and decidedly erratic; if she knows his tells, by all indications he's close]

Xia - please -

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[At the look of him--at the sound of him she groans out another curse and grinds harder against his thigh--bows closer in to get that much deeper, tweaking at his nipple at nipping at his lower lip. But she's got a little farther to go here too, and keeps moving down his body, leaving messy kisses over the soft skin of his neck.

The trail continues to drift as she fists his cock, grip firm and pace hard. The twitches and trembles are obvious tells, if the constant dribble of precome wasn't enough. But of course it isn't enough, even if the dig of his fingers into her sides as he rocks beneath her is amazing and the raw desire in his tone is twice that.

With another groan she laps at his nipple before latching on, rolling the other between cool fingers and giving it a light tug]

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[At the tug of her hand and the pinch of her fingers and the soft, wet attention of her mouth, it all suddenly tips from not quite enough to just plenty. All of the pressure coiling tighter and tighter inside him crests and then breaks]

[He gives a strangled cry as he comes, eyes squeezing shut and mouth falling open, hips stuttering to a stop as his spills across her fingers, far more copious than the precome from before]

[For long moments, he knows nothing but pleasure, great crashing waves of it that white out everything but her touch]

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[With a groan against his chest, she works him through it, mouth warm and fingers sure as his cock pulses in her grip. Even as the jerk of his hips begins to slow, her hand keeps pumping, milking as much of his release as she can.

Only when he finally seems on the verge of being overstimulated does she loosen her grip a little, reluctantly unlatching from his nipple in favor of gentler, lingering kisses over his sternum and collarbone]

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[He shakes and shudders his way through his release, back bowed and fingers clutching at her as though to ground him]

[When she pulls away at last, he collapses back against the couch, well and truly spent. His chest is still heaving; fine tremors still run through his limbs]

[For a long moment, he can't collect himself enough to say anything at all]

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[Perhaps that's response enough, from the lurid, awed smile that spreads over her lips.

She pulls back to just look at him, flushed and panting; pushes the hair away from his brow with her clean hand even as she draws through the mess on his belly with the other.]

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[His eyes flutter open, at the touch of her hand, and he gives her a smile, crooked and frankly a little dazed]

Oh my god, dude.

[His voice is a little dazed, too - a little unsteady]

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I bet.

[Her expression softens, accomplishment mixed with something terribly fond. She brushes over his cheek again, haloes of soft violet over his face]

You okay? Seemed like a lot.

[crossmyheartandhope]

'm okay.

[He tips his face into the touch of her hand - presses a kiss to her palm, soft]

Was kinda amazing.

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Yeah, well. You are, so.

[She leans in to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, gentle]

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[He flushes a little, faintly - slides a hand around her waist, soft, to try and draw her in closer]

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[She wriggles back against his hands, dropping a kiss on his nose]

Was gonna clean you up, if you wanted.

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[His hand trails downward, over her hips and then her thigh]

Ain't there something else we gotta take care of before that?

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[She shivers, somehow only shifting a little against him]

It... Today's all about you, ain't it...?

[crossmyheartandhope]

What if one of thing's I want is to make you feel good?

[His hand trails up her thigh again, jsut as slow]

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You do.

[Not that she doesn't lean into his touch either way, but she caresses over his cheek at the same time, expression still particularly soft]

...'S nice watching you enjoy yourself, too.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Yeah, well.

[The flush goes a little darker]

I enjoyed myself a lot. Wouldn't mind seeing you enjoy yourself some, too.