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[She groans as he pulls away, arching towards him even as she trembles with the aftershocks of release. It takes her a beat to sink back against the dressing room wall; another still to unclench the hand in his hair. It stays hopelessly mussed, even when she attempts to fluff it back up]

God, how're you so fucking good...?

[Her eyes are soft over his face and that messy hair and below, down the line of his uniform. She strokes gently, if a little clumsily, over his sticky cheek]

[He cants his head into the touch of her hand, affectionate - presses a soft kiss to her thigh]

Cause you deserve good stuff? So I gotta step it up some.

[He looks an absolute wreck already; his face is wet with her juices, hair messier even than usual. Further down, the outline of his erection is billboard obvious through the thin lines of the fabric, a small damp spot near the tip]

Pretty sure you're already stepped up...

[Which may or may not make sense, but muzzy with afterglow it feels like Shakespeare. She ruffles through his hair again, thumbing through the wet of his cheek, pleased just to touch him]

Look real good like this, too. Almost feel like I should send you out there, so everyone else'll see how good you look, too...

[He leans into the hand in his hair and the one on his cheek, evidently just as pleased to be touched]

[She can feel the flush as well as see it, when he goes darker at her words]

Wh-what. Like this?

Yeah... Just like this.

[Her hand drifts over to swipe over his lips, pressing at the plushness]

Though something tells me these dresses ain't gonna fit right...

I, uh.

[He tips his head into the touch, distracted for a moment from his words as he mouths at her fingers]

I got some, like. Stuff for underneath. That might help.

[She goes along with the distraction herself for a pleasant while, pressing just a bit deeper into his mouth]

...Stuff?

Mmmm.

[She can probably feel that as much as hear it, with her fingers where they are,]

[Bites at her lower lip, shifting in place]

...Why don't you finish dressing me and we can check out this--stuff.

[Pulls back a little, with one last kiss to her fingertips]

...yeah. Yeah, uh. Good call.

[He retrieves the forgotten panties - offers them for her to step into, careful]

[She takes the offer, daintily putting one foot in, then the other. Her leg does squeeze against the other a little, just by chance,]

[Just by chance,]

[He pulls the panties up, very carefully - smooths them into place perhaps a little more than is really necessary, shifting there where he still kneels on the floor]

[When they're properly in place, he reaches for the slacks - offers those up, as well]

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[She swallows again, shifting just a little to help him seat the panties in place, and then the slacks as well. All the while her gaze keeps darting back to his face--the faint smudge of pale lashes against dark, freckled cheeks; the work of his mouth and his collar and where his erection juts from his body, ignored but unflagging]

...Like this one so far?

[By the look of things, he likes this one a lot. His pupils are very wide and very dark; he's watching her through half-lowered lashes, expression a little dazed]

[The outline of him through the bodysuit has become no less obvious, though the damp spot at the tip is slightly wider than before]

[He licks at his lips - swallows. Licks at his lips again]

This one's real good.

Hmm...

[She ruffles through his hair, swiping against over the mess on his cheek]

Though before we can show off to the fans, we'd better get you ready.

[Tugs him to standing--reaching for his belt]

[He shivers, a little - comes to standing readily, canting into her touch a little]

Yeah. That's - yeah.

Okay.

[He sounds a little breathless,]

[She reaches lower, brushing up against him]

[...Reaches into his belt to see if there's a wet wipe or something,]

[He does in fact have tissues in one of his belt pouches, if she's looking for real,]

[Though he makes a soft sound, rocking up against her as she brushes in closer]

[She is for-real looking, since as much as she likes the sight of him covered in her juices, it's not necessarily something she needs to share]

[...That said, she doesn't avoid touching the rest of him as she obtains the tissues, leaning in for a kiss or three]

What a Boy Scout, always prepared...

[He really is, honestly. She probably runs into some other stuff on the way, including but not limited to: snacks, origami paper, a pocket knife, and a bottle of aspirin]

[As for him, he is less preoccupied with the search and more preoccupied with the kisses,]

I f-figure, you never know when you're gonna need stuff, right?

[They are mostly soft and certainly sweet and plentiful--not just on his mouth, but also over his face,]

You need to clean yourself off a lot? Just what all do you get up to every day?

[Indulgent, gentle teasing]

[Flushing, dark,]

I mean - s'kinda hard not to have a napkin if I got pudding? Or I'm eating something else messy or whatever.

Mm... Guess I can't complain, as something else messy...

[Flushing even darker,]

I mean... you did kinda make a mess.

[Cheeks also warm...this seems like a good time to attempt to clean him off]

You helped. There definitely wouldn't have been a mess without you.

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