[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]
[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]
[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]
[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]
[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]
[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]
[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]
[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.]
[Citation needed. Her slacks are definitely on the warmer and damper side the farther north he travels, sticking to the skin of her thigh as he presses in]
[The smile takes on a decidedly mischievous tone, when he discovers that even her thighs are damp. His hand continues the rest of the way up, tracing the seam on her slacks right up to the center, between her legs, where he rubs absently with just one finger]
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[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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[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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[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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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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[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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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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[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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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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Oh my god, dude.
[His voice is a little dazed, too - a little unsteady]
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[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.
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[He tips his face into the touch of her hand - presses a kiss to her palm, soft]
Was kinda amazing.
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[She leans in to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, gentle]
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Was gonna clean you up, if you wanted.
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Ain't there something else we gotta take care of before that?
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It... Today's all about you, ain't it...?
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[His hand trails up her thigh again, jsut as slow]
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[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.
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[The flush goes a little darker]
I enjoyed myself a lot. Wouldn't mind seeing you enjoy yourself some, too.
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[This is said with a smile, however, and she kisses his shoulder even as she wipes her hand on his hip]
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[His hand makes a slow circuit again - trails up the inside of her thigh, this time]
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[Citation needed. Her slacks are definitely on the warmer and damper side the farther north he travels, sticking to the skin of her thigh as he presses in]
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[The smile takes on a decidedly mischievous tone, when he discovers that even her thighs are damp. His hand continues the rest of the way up, tracing the seam on her slacks right up to the center, between her legs, where he rubs absently with just one finger]
There ain't nothing you wanna do?
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Didn't say that.
But if you're tired... The idea of making you come so hard you gotta take a nap ain't bad, neither.
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I mean... pretty sure I'm gonna have to take a nap.
[He shifts his hand, so that the palm is pressed up firm against her - makes slow circles]
That don't mean I can't make you feel good, first.
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