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[Leans into it, a little helpless - tries for another kiss, before she can pull back]

[She hums but readily kisses him again, a hand running down to the small of his back]

[Leaning into it, trying to deepen it, if she'll let him,]

[Apparently she will! The hand at her waist sinks lower down his hip as she opens for him, licking into his mouth]

[He makes a soft sound into it - shivers and parts his lips for her]

[Takes her time exploring his mouth, deliberate. Her other hand runs over his ass and back to his waistband, tugging his shirt free]

[He leans into that other hand, as well - lets his own hands come up to trace the shape of her, through the crisp lines of the suit]

[Does a bad job at not pressing eagerly into the touch, though she stays on target, working the tight fabric of his shirt up his chest and over his head.

Of course, there are a few detours to run over the lines of his chest and tweak at his nipples before freeing him, but she gets there eventually]

[From the reactions, they aren't unwelcome detours; he shivers under the path her hands take - jolt at the tweaks to his nipples]

[When he's free of the shirt at last, he's decidedly more flushed, and it stretches all the way down to his chest]

[She flicks over his chest again before moving to his waistband--prodding a bit lower]

Better figure out something to do with this, hmm?

[He shudders, hard - shifts a little, to press into her touch]

P-probly, yeah.

What d'you suggest? Sounded like you had something in mind.

I - I guess just make it so it don't, like - show. Underneath.

[She hums, considering--strokes up the bulge before working her hands into the waistband so she can work down his pants]

[He shivers, at the soft touch - shifts, and bites down on his lip]

[His pants come down easily enough; soon he's in nothing but his form-fitting boxer-briefs and nothing else]

[This gets a stroke of its own, less soft, before she works the underwear down his hips as well. If perhaps more time than strictly necessary is spent adjusting the fabric over the curve of his rear and the jut of his dick, surely that is coincidence]

[Surely it is,]

[Coincidence or not, though, he seems not to mind the extra time spent, if the hitching of his breath and the restless shift of his hips is any indication]

[It is one way to solve the current problem. And even once his underwear has fallen to the ground, she takes him in hand, giving a few dry strokes (well, as dry as he is at present, which perhaps isn't very,)]

Which one you wanna start with? Something to show off to your fans?

Which... which what...?

[It's possible he is distracted]

[Possible also that he is less dry than might be expected, the tip slick and glistening]

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[It's possible she is distracted as well, leaning in closer to him even as she strokes him at a leisurely pace--definitely slower than the rise of his hips to meet it]

Underwear. We coulda matched...

[Blindly she reaches for the other pair he'd brought, unable to quite take her eyes off his face or his chest or the head of his cock disappearing into her hand]

[She manages to grab the nearest pair, though there are several others to choose from if she doesn't like those]

[He shudders, hard, though whether at the motion of her hand or that suggestion, it's hard to say]

Guess... guess we gotta try that another time.

Guess we do.

[It's another few strokes before she reluctantly pulls off, thumb swirling indulgently over the flat of his head]

[Then she bends a bit, offering the lacy panties for him to step into, though he'll need to raise his leg a decent amount to make it]

[He groans a little, as she takes her hand away - bites down on his lip, and can't quite help the way his hips rock forward, into the teasing touch of her thumb over the head]

[Then she pulls away entirely, and he lets out a shuddering breath; his cock twitches in the empty air, a clear drop trickling its slow way down the length of him]

J-jesus, dude.

[He shifts, from one foot to the other - shifts again. Manages to lift his leg, finally, to step into the panties]

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[She helps him work the slightly scratchy lace up from his ankle to his thigh, dragging her fingers over his skin up until the back of her hand brushes against his balls.]

...Oh--that's right.

[And then she drags the lace back down again even more slowly--leans in close enough that her hair brushes against his inner thigh as she finally makes it back down to his ankle. Again, she holds the panties open so he can insert his other leg]

[His breathing has gone markedly heavier, by the time she gets back down; the scratch of the lace and the brush of her hand don't lend themselves well to staying still, and he shifts and fidgets as she makes the slow trip, painfully aware of everywhere se's touching, and everywhere she isn't]

[When he speaks, he's more than a little breathless]

Ah. Th-thanks.

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