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[His breath catches, as she flicks over his nipples; his hips shudder needily into the press of her fingers. He breaks the kiss, panting - manages to gasp out:]

X-Xia -

I'm gonna -

...You're gonna make a mess over these nice panties? Tsk tsk...

[Not that she slows her pace, thumbing casually over the flat of his head, the fabric already wet and sticky,]

[A long beat, and then another; he whines, high and desperate]

[His eyes squeeze shut; his mouth falls open, and his hips stutter off rhythm as he makes the slow climb to the peak and she tips him, inexorably, over the ledge. All that once, the whine grows more urgent still, and then - suddenly -]

[He does, in fact, make an absolute mess of the panties, the fabric growing much wetter and much stickier,]

[Another hum, and she continues to ease him through it, rubbing until he finally stops jerking, his shudders slowing to something more manageable]

[He shivers and twitches, subsiding at last - takes a moment or two just to catch his breath]

...oh my god, dude.

Edited 2022-01-23 08:14 (UTC)

[Her off hand strokes down his back as he does, steady in case he needs the support.

As for her good hand, at length she leaves off from a job well done, and hums--hesitates--licks tentatively at the mess on her fingers, just to see]

[He seems a little transfixed by the sight of her taste-testing. His flush goes darker, as he follows the pink flick of her her tongue with his eyes]

...sorry.

Kinda made a mess.

Sure did.

[She smirks, licking at her hand again before offering it to him]

[The flush goes all the way to his ears, but he does indeed lean in to lap carefully at her fingers,]

[This gets her full attention, both her gaze and breathing heavy at the pink of his tongue against her skin.

She lifts her hand up to his mouth, prodding light at the plush of his lower lip in another offer]

[He takes it, readily - laps with fastidious little swipes of his tongue, intent and focused]

[Her eyes stay locked on each one, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as he works.]

--You should put on one of those dresses, or you ain't never gonna make it that far.

[She does not look particularly against that option, hardly as unaffected as she'd been going for earlier. Regardless, she pulls her hand back, offering him the closest of the gowns, the short, flippy white one]

[He hesitates - reaches out to take it, flush going darker]

Should I like...

[He hesitates - glances down at the underwear]

Should I keep these on? Or...

You did make a real big mess out of 'em... Better nix those guys, think they're done.

Yeah... yeah.

They're, uh - kinda a mess.

[He bites down on his lip, self-conscious - reaches toward the underwear, shimmying carefully out of them]

[Watches the shift of his hips and the line of his back,]

[He straightens up when he's done, still flushed]

You think I oughtta get another pair, or just...?

[Indicates the dress]

[Looks him up and down again, gaze heavy and lingering]

...You better go without. 'Specially if you're just gonna make a mess again.

Ah... right.

Then - right.

[The flush goes darker; he swallows, with effort]

[Then he picks the dress up, hesitant, and starts to squirm into it]

[Watches as he works it over his head, and down his chest, and past his hips, and that's about where the fabric runs out]

[She hums, appreciative]

[...oh]

[There is not much of it,]

...uh.

[Flips his skirt]

...Xia!!

[WOW is he blushing, scrambling to put it back down,]

[Grins]

Ready to show off to your fans, then?

Not that much...!

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