The tension is all one-sided. César's literally just ecstatic to touch her and see her naked. She's a woman, and she's showing him what she likes, so he doesn't have a single hang-up about what's happening between them. Magne's also communicating where not to touch her, dropping in hints that are obvious enough for César to understand. He feels her warm leg make a barrier for his side against the cooler air.
She takes his hand and he returns her squeeze reassuringly, automatically. With her help, and remembering how it looked before, César finds the opening and presses in the tip of his finger. He pauses there and cups her cheek with his other hand, leaning forward to kiss her tenderly. There's love and affection and a sort of hunger in his eyes when he leans just a little back, their faces close.
"I want to touch you in every and any way you like. I've wanted to since forever." César strokes her cheek with his thumb. "I want the woman I love to feel how much I love her. So I'm going to have to get very good at this and everything else." The words come easy; he's rehearsed them and planned them in advance, knowing she'd need them.
And he presses his finger further inside, gentle, slow, loving.
Edited (I'M SORRY I realized I needed to make this edit immediately when I thought of it LOL) Date: 2024-06-02 03:21 pm (UTC)
For as much as they communicate verbally, letting themselves be upfront and blunt about the important things, they've gotten very good at picking up one-another's physical cues and know when not to push or dodge around. César's fingers prod the same way his affection does, careful and affectionate, always with her comfort in mind. She slides her hand up his forearm and she cranes to meet the kiss, then looks back up into his eyes.
"We have time to learn all of it," she assures him quietly, voice dropped and husky between them, for only his ears.
When his fingers breach those canals for the first time, it feels wildly different from her own easy, sure strokes. She knows exactly what angle to move at to make it quick, the act usually perfunctory at best, but he's taking his time. He's doing his best. He wants her to feel as good as possible and as a result, he's making more of an effort than she's ever really tried to. Even the night in the bathtub had been a relatively quick stress relief in comparison.
His finger is pressed up to the second knuckle before he hits resistance, and her hand tightens around his wrist in warning; any further than that could hurt her badly.
They're getting to the point not even two months in where they can communicate with just body language or hints. César met Magne where she is; Magne loves and supports him just as he needed. César will always treat her sweetly because she deserves it, no matter how tough the world sees her.
Magne's words send a shiver down César's spine and also relief. There's no rush to perfection. She's giving him room to experiment and figure it out. With time, they'll figure out all exactly they can do with Magne's anatomy. For now, it's just for having fun together.
César chuckles when she stops him just as he's processing that he needs to stop, the same chuckle he gives every time she reacts to something before he does. Which is often enough that it no longer startles him. Nothing hits the floor when she's around.
He moves his other hand from her cheek to her shoulder, steadying himself. Magne's canal goes up and outwards, and César memorizes it, just like he's memorizing the rest of her body. But he's also fond of memorizing what she likes, and César starts moving his finger out and in, gently varying where he applies pressure to look for sweet spots.
He treats her sweetly because he truly believes it's what she deserves, and she's still getting used to being treated this way in the first place. It makes him being there, touching her this way, feel all the more overwhelming, intimate and special. Likewise she's learned what that charming little laugh means and smiles along with him, though it twitches when his probing manages to find a particularly sensitive spot that makes her breath hitch and her core muscles visibly tighten.
"Watch this," she urges quietly before one hand moves down to mirror his, her middle finger tucking up into the opposite canal in a practiced motion. It's a little awkward from this angle, but she adjusts her arm to let him see that the shape of her finger is visible in the subtle bulge that slips over the top of the base of her swelling shaft. Like finding a G-spot, she stiffens and prods a little bit deeper, her finger stroking over the internal portion of her cock in quicker motions similar to how a more traditionally configured woman might do to her clit.
Him treating her that way is something they both need. César grins wider when he hits a sensitive spot well enough that her beautiful core muscles tighten. Seeing that again is now his goal!
Magne moves to touch herself, and César moves his hand from her shoulder down to the top of her thigh to give her the room, watching eagerly. "That's—" César cuts off the scientific name, instead matching her motions, adjusting slightly to try to find the right angle....
Her body has undeniably softened over the time that she's lived here, the availability of food being more than she had had in such a long time. Her skin had once been tight against her muscles, no insulating fat in between, and now, she's healthy. Thanks in no small part to his efforts. All that to say that her abdominal muscles aren't quite as defined as they once were, though they were still present.
While the anatomy doesn't quite allow for their fingers to meet in the middle, he does learn how to mirror the motion easily enough by both sight and feel, especially when she manages to hit a rhythm that he can match. Her legs tense around him and her lips press together tight in what might be a familiar moment to him, trying so hard to keep quiet purely out of habit. You don't just get off and let yourself be loud about it, after all. Not when there are other people around.
They're more than enough present for César! He'd rather not see them so well defined, and he's quite enjoying being hugged by her legs, too.
Magne's unusually quiet, and César looks up, feeling a pang when he sees it's on purpose. Thankfully, being a genius, he can address that while keeping the pace. His lifts his hand on her thigh and rests his palm on her upper abdomen.
César slides his hand up her sternum to her neck to her cheek, and then shifts himself just slightly so he can lean forward to open-mouth kiss those too silent lips. It's been too long since he's kissed her, anyway.
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Magne doesn't even truly realize that she's doing it, so used to being quiet that she does it without thinking about it too hard. Her hips arch up subtly with the feeling, thighs tensing against their hands. She lets out a louder sound when his lips meet hers and she opens up to the kiss in return.
Groaning into his mouth, she shudders against him, her ankles crossing and tightening behind him. She frees her hand to instead grasp at his arm with her fingertips pressed into his bicep. Wordlessly she urges him on and she hopes that he's getting as much out of it as she is.
A single kiss fixes everything. Magne moans into his mouth, and it's the hottest sound he's ever heard. She shudders against him, trapping him with her legs and tensed thighs, and urges him with her fingertips. César's heart soars as Magne falls fully into the moment as much as himself, and then he stops thinking entirely, his mind centered entirely on her. He slips his hand down from her cheek down to cover her breast, palm pressing against her nipple as he transfers a slight bit of his weight onto it. There his hand will remain as he focuses on the movements from kissing and keeping his tempo.
"I love you." He murmurs between those sweet, familiar kisses that let them both breathe, because he wants to hear her.
This is exactly what César wanted out of this moment: to make Magne feel good and know he's extremely happy to touch her however she pleases.
Magne's breath picks up between them, audible between soft, staccato sounds that cut off when her free hand once more reaches down between her legs and in a motion very reminiscent of a woman adding a finger just inside herself or rubbing down on her clit, wraps her fingers around the end of her cock and rubs across the head, coating her fingers in slick precum. When she orgasms, her heels dig into the bed behind César and her back arches, hips digging into the bed beneath her. She pants with her eyes half closed as she shudders through it until her hands withdraw.
Between everything, there isn't much of a mess. A trace of fluid on her fingertips and a flush from her face to her chest are the biggest clues for him to pick up on.
When she starts to relax, her legs rest heavy around him, her hands drawing up and resting atop the pillow under her head.
Oh, her little noises are so lovely. César feels her reach down with her free hand, and it isn't long before her chest arches into his own, chest hair and all, as she orgasms. He withdraws his hand to her hip to not hurt her, his other arm sliding around her mid back. A deep, delirious satisfaction courses through César.
It's over too quickly, and César withdraws his arm so she can rest comfortably again. But he doesn't stop touching her, palm pressing gently over her heart. He can feel the strength of her heartbeat and her legs. He straightens up to give her space and to look.
César can't even focus on the lack of what he expected (maybe it only hit the fabric...?), too besotted with looking at her expression, and maybe her chest a little. He has no need to talk during her afterglow.
When he does finally speak again, his entire face shines with love as he ignores his erection starting to come back. "This moment is exactly what I wanted to give you. Practically since we met."
Magne shudders lightly in the aftershocks, thighs tensing then relaxing again at the movement of César between them brushing just up against her. She sucks in a quick breath at the brush against her still swollen prick but doesn't move away.
"You've been having dirty thoughts about me the whole time?" She teases breathlessly, chuckling as she looks back up at him.
César does say a little quiet sorry but then realizes she's fine with it, and takes care to not move his stomach too much instead. Being close enough to easily touch her is important. He'll eventually realize something, once he's had a moment of slipped focus.
"Well, yes," César gives a warm, rumbling chuckle, bracing himself with one hand, his other still resting over her heart. "But these particular dirty thoughts are about wanting to spoil you rotten."
César makes a pleased noise into the kiss. The question causes obvious confusion before César understands the question is teasing, and he grows amused at himself, shrugging softly.
"... My parents and their friends modeled romance for me, so I always have ideas there. I'm too sexually inexperienced for any real 'ideas'." César's fully comfortable with Magne, so she gets a true answer without an inadequacy spiral.
The arm propping César up trembles for a moment; he huffs a laugh. "... I love being between your legs, but I overworked my arms until today and seiza'd. Gotta either move or fall on you." He's always about giving Magne options!
Magne's legs bracket César's body, resting comfortably against his hips as he lays there on her belly. Her fingers wander, the end of one grazing down the bridge of his nose in a purely affectionate touch.
"Your inexperience doesn't really concern me, if that makes you feel any better. Everyone does it a little differently anyway. We're learning it together, so...we'll figure it out a little at a time."
She smiles at the complaint and nudges his side with her leg. "Lie down, get comfortable. I have an idea."
César smiles a bit more sweetly as she strokes the bridge of his nose, nods enthusiastically to what she says about not being concerned and figuring it out together, and then looks slightly confused at the end.
"... on you or the bed?" Half-second later: "Bed?"
"Bed," she confirms with a quiet chuckle. She lets her leg fall to let him escape the space between her thighs and gently directs him to turn over onto his side with his back to her. "I know you talk about enjoying being held, and how you like the warmth, so I thought that you might like this," Magne explains, easing her chest up against his back and an arm around his waist to let her hand rest lightly at his lower belly.
César again fails to notice something obvious because his girlfriend's too hot. He crawls over and gets comfortable onto his side. Magne rests her chest against his back and his breath catches, his legs curling up in delight. César strokes his fingers over Magne's.
"Like's not strong enough of a word." César closes his eyes, grinning brightly. "Mmmm... skin's awfully nice."
He straightens his legs to try to find her calves and poke the top of her feet with his toes, his grin turning cheeky.
Magne chuckles low and soft against the side of his neck as she curls around him, and reaches a hand down to slide in between his thighs to part them just enough to fit her still half-hard prick in between them, then lets them close again to put that even pressure around her. Intercrural sex is a great way to initiate without penetration, she figures, so why not? It gives him everything that he wants, while putting very little pressure on either of them to perform.
With her feet nudging up against César's, Magne finally wraps her hand more fully around him, and gives him a firm, slow pump. At the same time her hips press up against his backside, and she exhales a soft, hot breath against his neck.
"How's this?" she asks quietly, just behind his ear.
César feels safe with Magne curling around him; her movements and voice are gentle. Never before has someone focused on only his pleasure. He unconsciously keeps his legs relaxed as Magne parts them, although he doesn't know what she's doing—and realizes he trusts her so much that he can just give over complete control for the first time in his life.
He start to understand what she's doing until his thighs settle around her. Thrill shoots through him. Magne's letting him feel her, on her terms, and—
All thoughts past that cease as Magne puts her hand into his underclothes and pumps while thrusting with her hips. Vaguely, he's aware of relief that he still has those on, as it dampens the sensation just enough that it isn't too much. But the rest of him is letting out a gasp that ends on a moan.
His above arm underneath Magne's searches for something to grasp, which ends up being Magne's forearm near her elbow before he lets the rest of his arm go limp, and it takes him a moment to recover his thoughts. "... ¡Moverte, por favor!"
Magne's body molds up against his back as she moves just enough from her side and shoulder to rest her weight more on him, her eyes closing and lips parting against his neck to let out a quiet breath against it. Her hair falls to tickle against his neck and curtain her face, with her nose tucked up under the corner of his jaw.
Every slow movement of her hand is met by a mirrored one of her hips up against his, and her free hand curls against his body as he holds onto her arm. The tone is rewarded with a soft kiss against the side of his neck and a squeeze at the base of him to bring him back down just enough to remember to breathe.
"Tap out if you need to stop," she murmurs against his neck, before picking the rhythm back up again and stroking her hand from base to head and back down again in those easy passes that meet every thrust of her hips on the downstroke.
Magne's weight is a further security blanket. César's safe. He's loved. All he needs to do is let her take care of him and experience. So he does, blanking his mind similar to the meditations he's done in the past.
Her hair tickles, but he hardly cares. When she kisses his neck and asks him to breathe by touch, he breathes. César even manages to acknowledge her reminder to speak up with a soft "yes, ma'am."
César lets himself just be and experience every thrust and stroke of Magne's hand. It isn't long before he's hard. After a moan that's a little too load for comfort, César covers his mouth loosely with his lower hand so he can still breathe. The last thing he wants to do is give Dabi confirmation of what he might already suspect about what they're doing.
The way he says that sends a little thrill rolling through her, and Magne murmurs against the side of his neck, then chases that with a kiss just behind his ear. At the same time, she moves the hand stroking him to lower his underthings and give herself an easier time touching him, though they do still stay up far enough that he doesn't also have to cope with the direct friction of her between his legs.
"You're okay like this?" she asks, though her voice is growing a bit throaty and broken up as she takes as much as she gives.
César's breath hitches as his erect cock bobs free and more skin is exposed to the air. The way she kisses him and speaks lets him know she's getting just as much out of this. He'll be surprised about how good this felt after he has his brain back.
"More than." The pause lets him rub brain cells together, and he lets go of her arm to settle his hand over hers on his middle. "Intense, but amazing."
He needs to try to keep communicating, he vaguely remembers. It's important for Magne.
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Date: 2024-06-02 03:58 am (UTC)She takes his hand and he returns her squeeze reassuringly, automatically. With her help, and remembering how it looked before, César finds the opening and presses in the tip of his finger. He pauses there and cups her cheek with his other hand, leaning forward to kiss her tenderly. There's love and affection and a sort of hunger in his eyes when he leans just a little back, their faces close.
"I want to touch you in every and any way you like. I've wanted to since forever." César strokes her cheek with his thumb. "I want the woman I love to feel how much I love her. So I'm going to have to get very good at this and everything else." The words come easy; he's rehearsed them and planned them in advance, knowing she'd need them.
And he presses his finger further inside, gentle, slow, loving.
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Date: 2024-06-07 12:44 am (UTC)"We have time to learn all of it," she assures him quietly, voice dropped and husky between them, for only his ears.
When his fingers breach those canals for the first time, it feels wildly different from her own easy, sure strokes. She knows exactly what angle to move at to make it quick, the act usually perfunctory at best, but he's taking his time. He's doing his best. He wants her to feel as good as possible and as a result, he's making more of an effort than she's ever really tried to. Even the night in the bathtub had been a relatively quick stress relief in comparison.
His finger is pressed up to the second knuckle before he hits resistance, and her hand tightens around his wrist in warning; any further than that could hurt her badly.
HAPPY PUMPKIN HOLLOW ANNIVERSARY
Date: 2024-06-07 04:33 pm (UTC)Magne's words send a shiver down César's spine and also relief. There's no rush to perfection. She's giving him room to experiment and figure it out. With time, they'll figure out all exactly they can do with Magne's anatomy. For now, it's just for having fun together.
César chuckles when she stops him just as he's processing that he needs to stop, the same chuckle he gives every time she reacts to something before he does. Which is often enough that it no longer startles him. Nothing hits the floor when she's around.
He moves his other hand from her cheek to her shoulder, steadying himself. Magne's canal goes up and outwards, and César memorizes it, just like he's memorizing the rest of her body. But he's also fond of memorizing what she likes, and César starts moving his finger out and in, gently varying where he applies pressure to look for sweet spots.
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Date: 2024-06-13 01:52 pm (UTC)"Watch this," she urges quietly before one hand moves down to mirror his, her middle finger tucking up into the opposite canal in a practiced motion. It's a little awkward from this angle, but she adjusts her arm to let him see that the shape of her finger is visible in the subtle bulge that slips over the top of the base of her swelling shaft. Like finding a G-spot, she stiffens and prods a little bit deeper, her finger stroking over the internal portion of her cock in quicker motions similar to how a more traditionally configured woman might do to her clit.
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Date: 2024-06-13 03:44 pm (UTC)Magne moves to touch herself, and César moves his hand from her shoulder down to the top of her thigh to give her the room, watching eagerly. "That's—" César cuts off the scientific name, instead matching her motions, adjusting slightly to try to find the right angle....
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Date: 2024-06-17 11:08 pm (UTC)While the anatomy doesn't quite allow for their fingers to meet in the middle, he does learn how to mirror the motion easily enough by both sight and feel, especially when she manages to hit a rhythm that he can match. Her legs tense around him and her lips press together tight in what might be a familiar moment to him, trying so hard to keep quiet purely out of habit. You don't just get off and let yourself be loud about it, after all. Not when there are other people around.
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Date: 2024-06-18 03:30 am (UTC)Magne's unusually quiet, and César looks up, feeling a pang when he sees it's on purpose. Thankfully, being a genius, he can address that while keeping the pace. His lifts his hand on her thigh and rests his palm on her upper abdomen.
César slides his hand up her sternum to her neck to her cheek, and then shifts himself just slightly so he can lean forward to open-mouth kiss those too silent lips. It's been too long since he's kissed her, anyway.
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Date: 2024-06-29 06:23 am (UTC)Groaning into his mouth, she shudders against him, her ankles crossing and tightening behind him. She frees her hand to instead grasp at his arm with her fingertips pressed into his bicep. Wordlessly she urges him on and she hopes that he's getting as much out of it as she is.
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Date: 2024-06-29 03:20 pm (UTC)"I love you." He murmurs between those sweet, familiar kisses that let them both breathe, because he wants to hear her.
This is exactly what César wanted out of this moment: to make Magne feel good and know he's extremely happy to touch her however she pleases.
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Date: 2024-07-07 12:46 am (UTC)Between everything, there isn't much of a mess. A trace of fluid on her fingertips and a flush from her face to her chest are the biggest clues for him to pick up on.
When she starts to relax, her legs rest heavy around him, her hands drawing up and resting atop the pillow under her head.
"Mmm..."
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Date: 2024-07-08 05:45 am (UTC)It's over too quickly, and César withdraws his arm so she can rest comfortably again. But he doesn't stop touching her, palm pressing gently over her heart. He can feel the strength of her heartbeat and her legs. He straightens up to give her space and to look.
César can't even focus on the lack of what he expected (maybe it only hit the fabric...?), too besotted with looking at her expression, and maybe her chest a little. He has no need to talk during her afterglow.
When he does finally speak again, his entire face shines with love as he ignores his erection starting to come back. "This moment is exactly what I wanted to give you. Practically since we met."
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Date: 2024-07-11 02:02 am (UTC)"You've been having dirty thoughts about me the whole time?" She teases breathlessly, chuckling as she looks back up at him.
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Date: 2024-07-11 04:54 pm (UTC)"Well, yes," César gives a warm, rumbling chuckle, bracing himself with one hand, his other still resting over her heart. "But these particular dirty thoughts are about wanting to spoil you rotten."
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Date: 2024-08-02 04:35 am (UTC)"You already do that," she points out. "What other ideas do you have, hm?"
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Date: 2024-08-02 06:25 pm (UTC)"... My parents and their friends modeled romance for me, so I always have ideas there. I'm too sexually inexperienced for any real 'ideas'." César's fully comfortable with Magne, so she gets a true answer without an inadequacy spiral.
The arm propping César up trembles for a moment; he huffs a laugh. "... I love being between your legs, but I overworked my arms until today and seiza'd. Gotta either move or fall on you." He's always about giving Magne options!
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Date: 2024-08-17 01:14 am (UTC)"Your inexperience doesn't really concern me, if that makes you feel any better. Everyone does it a little differently anyway. We're learning it together, so...we'll figure it out a little at a time."
She smiles at the complaint and nudges his side with her leg. "Lie down, get comfortable. I have an idea."
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Date: 2024-08-17 03:55 am (UTC)"... on you or the bed?" Half-second later: "Bed?"
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Date: 2024-08-18 05:45 am (UTC)"Like's not strong enough of a word." César closes his eyes, grinning brightly. "Mmmm... skin's awfully nice."
He straightens his legs to try to find her calves and poke the top of her feet with his toes, his grin turning cheeky.
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Date: 2024-09-05 05:50 pm (UTC)With her feet nudging up against César's, Magne finally wraps her hand more fully around him, and gives him a firm, slow pump. At the same time her hips press up against his backside, and she exhales a soft, hot breath against his neck.
"How's this?" she asks quietly, just behind his ear.
CW: sex again, and MAGNE HAVE MERCY ON YOUR BOY
Date: 2024-09-05 11:12 pm (UTC)He start to understand what she's doing until his thighs settle around her. Thrill shoots through him. Magne's letting him feel her, on her terms, and—
All thoughts past that cease as Magne puts her hand into his underclothes and pumps while thrusting with her hips. Vaguely, he's aware of relief that he still has those on, as it dampens the sensation just enough that it isn't too much. But the rest of him is letting out a gasp that ends on a moan.
His above arm underneath Magne's searches for something to grasp, which ends up being Magne's forearm near her elbow before he lets the rest of his arm go limp, and it takes him a moment to recover his thoughts. "... ¡Moverte, por favor!"
At least the pleading tone is obvious?
Prepare to be lovingly fucked my guy
Date: 2024-09-05 11:38 pm (UTC)Every slow movement of her hand is met by a mirrored one of her hips up against his, and her free hand curls against his body as he holds onto her arm. The tone is rewarded with a soft kiss against the side of his neck and a squeeze at the base of him to bring him back down just enough to remember to breathe.
"Tap out if you need to stop," she murmurs against his neck, before picking the rhythm back up again and stroking her hand from base to head and back down again in those easy passes that meet every thrust of her hips on the downstroke.
He is not prepared but he's okay with this
Date: 2024-09-06 12:27 am (UTC)Her hair tickles, but he hardly cares. When she kisses his neck and asks him to breathe by touch, he breathes. César even manages to acknowledge her reminder to speak up with a soft "yes, ma'am."
César lets himself just be and experience every thrust and stroke of Magne's hand. It isn't long before he's hard. After a moan that's a little too load for comfort, César covers his mouth loosely with his lower hand so he can still breathe. The last thing he wants to do is give Dabi confirmation of what he might already suspect about what they're doing.
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Date: 2024-09-08 12:06 am (UTC)"You're okay like this?" she asks, though her voice is growing a bit throaty and broken up as she takes as much as she gives.
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Date: 2024-09-08 03:17 am (UTC)"More than." The pause lets him rub brain cells together, and he lets go of her arm to settle his hand over hers on his middle. "Intense, but amazing."
He needs to try to keep communicating, he vaguely remembers. It's important for Magne.
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