She chuckles in kind and nudges her forehead against his. "Maybe I'm picking up a few things from you, too."
Magne bites into the inside of her lip at the attention to both sides of her chest. She can feel the growing bulge between them, snug up against her, and in turn she would have a hard time hiding the way that she's started to harden in kind. She makes a soft sound at the suggestion of taking turns, tilting her chin up to let him continue on at her neck.
"For now I'll follow your lead," she says quietly. Her fingers drag up into the back of his hair and cradle his head rather than grabbing, at the same time that her hips press forward and bring that subtle friction in between them. "I can't wait to see just how good you are with your hands..."
"Well, you are smart." César replies back with a smile.
He feels her hardening against him, Magne drags her fingers to cradle his head, and both makes him grin widely into her skin. She wants him, badly, and she making such nice noises. Even so, his nerves spike, unsure of how to lead. But he's with Magne, and his nerves die with a breathless laugh.
"They're good hands, but very inexperienced. They'll need some direction, at least to start." For the moment, he just keeps doing what he's doing, moving his kisses towards just under the front of her throat. "Never had a chance to go slow until now...."
There have been moments where she's expressed such wants in the past, usually with kisses, or corralling him against a wall and speaking to him quietly. There is rarely time for them to act on such moments, but here and now, all is quiet, and they have nothing to do but pay attention to one another.
"I know you'll be quick on the uptake, but you told me you've only been with normal women... How well do you know your own anatomy?" she asks thoughtfully, wondering just how much of a crash course she was going to have to give him.
The two of them have been a slow burn, but even slow burns heat up eventually. He wants her. She wants him.
"I can draw anatomy diagrams by memory down to the skeleton." César answers the questions backwards, but answers them truthfully. "... I don't remember much about either time. Half drunk, couldn't process the speed things moved, distracted by the lack of connection, trying to rapidly improve my performance so they'd be pleased. They just thought I was cute and liked the accent I had back then—they weren't into me like you are. And all I know about what I like is that my hand around my cock is nice."
Magne, it's dire. Which is why he's putting it on the table. It's said in a pleasant tone that's only missing the joking notes Magne uses when mentioning her life back home, sometimes.
Her head tilts as she listens quietly, trying not to let it show on her face the disappointment that he hasn't had any really worthwhile encounters. He'd been used and then left behind without a thought given to how he felt about it as a whole, because people wanted to think that men were nothing but walking dicks that didn't care about how they got off, as long as they did in the first place.
"Well," she says quietly, keeping her tone light, "I happen to like those things as well, but they're both part of who you are as a whole. If they didn't realize that, then it's their loss."
She backs off from him, putting her foot down on the ground and reaching behind herself to pull the hem of her shirt up from the waist of her pants, letting it sit loose around her and allow more room for his hands to find their way inside. "As far as what you like is concerned, we'll just have to find other things that you might appreciate. Maybe...a practical demonstration so that you know exactly what you're doing with me," she suggests with a soft smirk."
With his head where it is, he can't see her disappointed look, and it would've only validated how he felt anyway.
"My accent was a bit different back then—Spanish, not American." For fun, he's even using it for a moment. "Changed it out for work." As if it was as easy as changing lab coats.
She backs off to pull the hem of her shirt loose, and César straightens to watch. They're keeping their clothes on, at least for now. Going slow. Talking. It's relaxing instead of anxiety inducing.
"I appreciate both experimentation and demonstrations." César teases, running his hand slowly up the back of her leg until he can gently grab her ass, and then it's very clear he's having a rapturous moment. "... ... ... And your glutes. God damn, ma'am."
"There are hints of it left, but only in certain words. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone you don't naturally sound like this."
Without forcing more on either of them than they're ready for, it means that they can take the time to really get to know one another's likes by touch alone, and give them the chance to talk through it without the self-consciousness inherent in trying to get past old hurts. She settles herself forward again and drapes her arms over the tops of his shoulders, staying close and speaking softly as she moves with the hands grasping her backside.
The compliment is met with a soft laugh. "I've never been known to skip leg day."
"Huh! Well. It doesn't matter here. I can sound however I please, and everyone's just going to have to get used to it." César says with true confidence. "I need to start working out more often myself. That's something I need to work into my life...."
When she climbs back on, César kisses her, keeping that one hand firmly on her ass while he slips his other hand between her shirt and chemise after a moment of struggling to get between the layers of fabric. He grins wickedly into the kiss as he rests his hand on her breast. Without rushing forward, there's also plenty of time to tease each other and to keep the tone light and loving. It was far more effort to do this, and César finds it hilarious.
"Don't worry, when you really start working with the rest of your laborers you'll gain some bulk pretty quickly. Who knows, maybe one day you'll actually be able to match me," she teases, her hand moving up into his hair again and mussing it in a pass, while she presses an open kiss to his lips. She smiles into it, and shifts to press her groin up against his lower stomach just to feel the growing arousal. She's never been treated quite so gently, and it's more exciting than she'd been expecting.
"So, this is a bit embarrassing, but I've never actually been with a normal man. I've spent more time driving them away from my friends for being horrible than actually able to get close like this."
"Maybe one day, I won't have a flat ass." César shrugs innocently.
He laughs into the kiss as she messes up his hair. Being able to experience each moment in itself by going slow is exhilarating. César removes his hand Magne's backside and slips it underneath the cloth and fingers onto skin. He's careful to avoid the scar, hand settling higher above it, encouraging her to stay pressed up against him. Another kiss, leaning his stomach into her. He's fully erect underneath her, and he's just going to let that be for now.
It's sadly not surprising, what she's had to death with, and César's eyes soften. "Embarrassing for those men who couldn't clear that relatively low bar, you mean." He kisses the side of her mouth. "... I have tech to make interdimensional portals back home, and I know how to find specific universes. When I get back home, we can make sure your friends are okay. And they can get the hell out of there if they want."
It's completely unrelated to what they're doing, but it's important. Because he decided to help the second he heard she had friends she was worried about back home. That's just how Salazars are.
"Oh no honey, I think you're always going to be in the single digit figures for ass," she jokes. She chuckles into the kiss, interrupting herself with a soft sigh and groan the longer his hands wander.
She moves back just enough to look him in the face, lips parted in a subtle pout as she considers that, then shakes her head. "As much as I complain about how things were, I don't think that any of them would want to just up and leave. But...if I ever did see them again, I can at least let them know that the option is there.
"We all need our impossible dreams." César jokes right back, smiling in pleasure as she groans.
He nods, understanding it. "Or other options. Your boyfriend has money. I want to at least meet them."
Despite having both hands up her shirt and undershirt, quite literally feeling her up, he kisses her sweetly. "You're beautiful." It's not a subject change; it's an affirmation.
"I really have moved up in the world," she jokes in return, trying to shake herself out of that brief melancholy. She kisses him right back, then kisses the bridge of his nose, then the space between his eyebrows.
He calls her beautiful, and her immediate thought to say that he's just biased is shut down. Of course he's biased, but that doesn't make it untrue. He believes that she's beautiful, and she's never known him to be much of a liar, about anything.
"You don't have to butter me up, I'm already right here," is what she says instead, making her point by settling herself straight down in his lap and letting herself grind up against the erection she can very clearly feel him sporting.
And he gets no more thoughts out after Magne speaks again for rather obvious reasons, eyes shuttering closed as he breathes out a louder than planned, hands scrambling for purchase against both the skin of her back and her undershirt, pressing into her breast harder: "[Fuck.]"
His brain got scrambled enough to forget that English isn't Emeran.
She may not know exactly what he said, but she can guess by the tone, and she lets out a soft, deep little chuckle. The temptation is there to slide a hand in between them and see if she can get away with palming him the same way that he's groping her...
Fuck it, she's going for it.
"Pause for a second," she murmurs, and first, she pulls the hem of her shirt up, then strips it off and drops it to the floor behind her. It leaves her in the thin chemise half pulled from the waist of her pants. And then while taking advantage of the bit of space made between them, her hand creeps down along his stomach, fingers coming to brush across the shape of the stretched fabric between them.
César leans back to give Magne room once he realizes what she's planning, his back hand under her chemise sliding to her ribs. He even helps hold down her chemise when it becomes clear she's only taking her blouse off. Teamwork!
Magne's hand finds its way to César's erection, and it feels very nice. But it also flickers César's smile to surprised, and he looks down, tensing for a moment as a cacophony of emotions erupts from him. But it's Magne's hand he's looking at, and the rush of emotions die down almost instantly; his body relaxes relax, his smile losing its confusion and becoming gentle.
"You're gentle...." César murmurs, bringing the hand above Magne's chemise out to rest over her forearm with his other hand still touching the skin along her ribs, giving her permission to stay. "Sorry, I just didn't expect... brain scrambled, need a moment."
César's having a moment. He asked her to pause, and she did. Lovingly, he strokes the skin alongside her ribs as he tries to find words for what he's feeling while they rest together, César's body relaxed. The pause isn't long, perhaps five or six seconds, before he reorients himself properly.
"I'm ready." He laughs warmly, quietly. "You see me for who I am, not who you expect me to be. Like I'm myself for this for the first time. I trust you so completely that I can tell you my needs using the same effort as breathing."
In other words: he's completely unmasked; he's himself. César kisses Magne's jaw softly. He moves his hand under her chemise from her ribs to fondle her breast, marveling at the feel of her hardened nipple against the creases of his palm. And his free hand moves to slowly run up her thigh, settling just below her hip.
She seems a bit surprised by the statement. "How can I expect someone to give me that consideration without giving it in turn? I want to have that as much for me as for anyone else," she points out quietly, brow furrowed, until it smooths back out again with César's hand sliding up under her shirt. She sucks in a soft breath and pushes into the work-hardened palm, and he can almost certainly feel her hard up against him in turn.
With one hand resting over the forearm of the hand at her thigh, the other hand once more dips between them, the palm turned to shape around the shape of him through his clothes.
"I love you," she murmurs, bowing to press an easy kiss to his lips.
César can feel her again; it's exhilariating. "I'm just saying it's extremely sexy of you."
Then she reaches down to fondle him, and it's his turn for his breath to hitch. He squeezes her thigh and breast unconsciously. God, her muscles. César's only figuring out what he's doing, and Magne's happy to let him figure it out. He moves his hand on her breast just enough so the pad of his thumb can gently move under then over her nipple, and then he shifts it again to slide two fingers around it before his palm takes its place again.
"I love you, too," César murmurs back, returning the kiss and then adding a slow, soft one of his own. "You said something about a practical demonstration of what you like?"
Magne is happy to let him figure it out, and happier to do it at the same time that she shows him how to handle a body like hers when he's only ever gotten to know very few women before her, without the unique challenges that she presents. Actually guiding him through it will be interesting all on its own, aside from the erotic aspect.
Without drawing away too far from the kiss, Magne tilts her head, debating briefly on whether to explain, or just to show him. She moves back only just far enough to look him in the face again and moves her hand from him, to the clasp of her pants to open them and, with a slow inhale to brace herself, run her fingers along the shape of her own arousal. They curl inward, and the middle and ring fingers dig into either side of the bulge there. It's shallow, just a tease, but enough to elicit a soft, slightly shivery groan from her as her eyes briefly flutter closed.
"You said you knew a lot about your own anatomy in theory... I can show you a trick that I learned a long time ago that you could do, if you wanted to know how it feels."
César needed someone like Magne to let him experiment and learn. Teaching him will probably be an erotic experience for this nerd. As for now, he's a rapt student.
He sucks in a breath as she touches herself. Oh, that's hot, that's so hot. And then she presses her fingers inward , and he makes a surprisingly needy noise in his throat.
"The inguinal canals...." César breathes, going through his anatomy in his head, and he has to cover his mouth. "Oh, wow! I never even thought about—the nerves! That's gotta feel amazing..."
He's a quick study on what she's doing, at least, and he enthusiastically rests that hand back on her thigh, his other hand having only moved slightly. "Oh, I'm definitely learning how to do that to you! And practicing on myself." César grins wide. "Especially if I can get noises out of you like that."
It's hard to articulate how, in this moment, César manages to make her not only feel loved and appreciated, but desired in a way that doesn't make her feel awful in her own skin. The smile on his face speaks of interest and delight, and she can't help laughing in reply.
"Clever boy," she quips, confirming that he had nailed it. "The girls at home had such a cute name for it, but broken down in clinical terms, it's really just stimulating the internal structure without needing to do much with the outside. It's the closest I'll ever be able to get to the real thing, and full penetration is dangerous, so this works for me."
Magne bites her lip at a flash of a mental image, and digs her fingers inward again, the other arm wrapping around his shoulders with her free hand buried in his hair. Her head bows and parted lips skim over the side of César's neck. "Would you rather see, or feel?"
Well, she's fucking hot. That makes it easy for César! She has his full attention through the explanation—and after.
His cock twitches from the way she holds onto him and moans. César moves his arm around her back to steady her. Magne's lips on his neck...
"... see." He breathes. "We'd need to pause so I can cut my nails, and—I'm a visual learner. And I really... god, I want to see you do it, please. We should get onto the bed better so you don't fall off, though...."
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Though she really doesn't want to pick herself up off his lap yet, he does have a point. If they moved more than this, she would likely slip right off his lap.
"Here, let me-" She moves to put her fut down on the floor and ease to one side, and takes a moment to arrange herself at the head of the bed. She strips out of her pants and carefully drops them over the edge to find later, and sits reclined back with her knees bent up. A pang of self-consciousness creeps in, keeping her legs mostly closed, though her hand does slide back between her thighs to get that friction again.
"It's definitely easier like this," she comments with a tilted little smile.
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Date: 2024-05-03 06:57 pm (UTC)She chuckles in kind and nudges her forehead against his. "Maybe I'm picking up a few things from you, too."
Magne bites into the inside of her lip at the attention to both sides of her chest. She can feel the growing bulge between them, snug up against her, and in turn she would have a hard time hiding the way that she's started to harden in kind. She makes a soft sound at the suggestion of taking turns, tilting her chin up to let him continue on at her neck.
"For now I'll follow your lead," she says quietly. Her fingers drag up into the back of his hair and cradle his head rather than grabbing, at the same time that her hips press forward and bring that subtle friction in between them. "I can't wait to see just how good you are with your hands..."
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Date: 2024-05-03 07:59 pm (UTC)He feels her hardening against him, Magne drags her fingers to cradle his head, and both makes him grin widely into her skin. She wants him, badly, and she making such nice noises. Even so, his nerves spike, unsure of how to lead. But he's with Magne, and his nerves die with a breathless laugh.
"They're good hands, but very inexperienced. They'll need some direction, at least to start." For the moment, he just keeps doing what he's doing, moving his kisses towards just under the front of her throat. "Never had a chance to go slow until now...."
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Date: 2024-05-03 09:07 pm (UTC)"I know you'll be quick on the uptake, but you told me you've only been with normal women... How well do you know your own anatomy?" she asks thoughtfully, wondering just how much of a crash course she was going to have to give him.
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Date: 2024-05-03 09:32 pm (UTC)"I can draw anatomy diagrams by memory down to the skeleton." César answers the questions backwards, but answers them truthfully. "... I don't remember much about either time. Half drunk, couldn't process the speed things moved, distracted by the lack of connection, trying to rapidly improve my performance so they'd be pleased. They just thought I was cute and liked the accent I had back then—they weren't into me like you are. And all I know about what I like is that my hand around my cock is nice."
Magne, it's dire. Which is why he's putting it on the table. It's said in a pleasant tone that's only missing the joking notes Magne uses when mentioning her life back home, sometimes.
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Date: 2024-05-03 10:02 pm (UTC)"Well," she says quietly, keeping her tone light, "I happen to like those things as well, but they're both part of who you are as a whole. If they didn't realize that, then it's their loss."
She backs off from him, putting her foot down on the ground and reaching behind herself to pull the hem of her shirt up from the waist of her pants, letting it sit loose around her and allow more room for his hands to find their way inside. "As far as what you like is concerned, we'll just have to find other things that you might appreciate. Maybe...a practical demonstration so that you know exactly what you're doing with me," she suggests with a soft smirk."
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Date: 2024-05-03 10:54 pm (UTC)"My accent was a bit different back then—Spanish, not American." For fun, he's even using it for a moment. "Changed it out for work." As if it was as easy as changing lab coats.
She backs off to pull the hem of her shirt loose, and César straightens to watch. They're keeping their clothes on, at least for now. Going slow. Talking. It's relaxing instead of anxiety inducing.
"I appreciate both experimentation and demonstrations." César teases, running his hand slowly up the back of her leg until he can gently grab her ass, and then it's very clear he's having a rapturous moment. "... ... ... And your glutes. God damn, ma'am."
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Date: 2024-05-03 11:08 pm (UTC)Without forcing more on either of them than they're ready for, it means that they can take the time to really get to know one another's likes by touch alone, and give them the chance to talk through it without the self-consciousness inherent in trying to get past old hurts. She settles herself forward again and drapes her arms over the tops of his shoulders, staying close and speaking softly as she moves with the hands grasping her backside.
The compliment is met with a soft laugh. "I've never been known to skip leg day."
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Date: 2024-05-03 11:29 pm (UTC)When she climbs back on, César kisses her, keeping that one hand firmly on her ass while he slips his other hand between her shirt and chemise after a moment of struggling to get between the layers of fabric. He grins wickedly into the kiss as he rests his hand on her breast. Without rushing forward, there's also plenty of time to tease each other and to keep the tone light and loving. It was far more effort to do this, and César finds it hilarious.
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Date: 2024-05-04 12:09 am (UTC)"So, this is a bit embarrassing, but I've never actually been with a normal man. I've spent more time driving them away from my friends for being horrible than actually able to get close like this."
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Date: 2024-05-04 12:44 am (UTC)He laughs into the kiss as she messes up his hair. Being able to experience each moment in itself by going slow is exhilarating. César removes his hand Magne's backside and slips it underneath the cloth and fingers onto skin. He's careful to avoid the scar, hand settling higher above it, encouraging her to stay pressed up against him. Another kiss, leaning his stomach into her. He's fully erect underneath her, and he's just going to let that be for now.
It's sadly not surprising, what she's had to death with, and César's eyes soften. "Embarrassing for those men who couldn't clear that relatively low bar, you mean." He kisses the side of her mouth. "... I have tech to make interdimensional portals back home, and I know how to find specific universes. When I get back home, we can make sure your friends are okay. And they can get the hell out of there if they want."
It's completely unrelated to what they're doing, but it's important. Because he decided to help the second he heard she had friends she was worried about back home. That's just how Salazars are.
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Date: 2024-05-04 02:20 am (UTC)She moves back just enough to look him in the face, lips parted in a subtle pout as she considers that, then shakes her head. "As much as I complain about how things were, I don't think that any of them would want to just up and leave. But...if I ever did see them again, I can at least let them know that the option is there.
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Date: 2024-05-04 03:10 am (UTC)He nods, understanding it. "Or other options. Your boyfriend has money. I want to at least meet them."
Despite having both hands up her shirt and undershirt, quite literally feeling her up, he kisses her sweetly. "You're beautiful." It's not a subject change; it's an affirmation.
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Date: 2024-05-07 09:18 pm (UTC)He calls her beautiful, and her immediate thought to say that he's just biased is shut down. Of course he's biased, but that doesn't make it untrue. He believes that she's beautiful, and she's never known him to be much of a liar, about anything.
"You don't have to butter me up, I'm already right here," is what she says instead, making her point by settling herself straight down in his lap and letting herself grind up against the erection she can very clearly feel him sporting.
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Date: 2024-05-07 10:43 pm (UTC)And he gets no more thoughts out after Magne speaks again for rather obvious reasons, eyes shuttering closed as he breathes out a louder than planned, hands scrambling for purchase against both the skin of her back and her undershirt, pressing into her breast harder: "[Fuck.]"
His brain got scrambled enough to forget that English isn't Emeran.
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Date: 2024-05-10 10:10 pm (UTC)Fuck it, she's going for it.
"Pause for a second," she murmurs, and first, she pulls the hem of her shirt up, then strips it off and drops it to the floor behind her. It leaves her in the thin chemise half pulled from the waist of her pants. And then while taking advantage of the bit of space made between them, her hand creeps down along his stomach, fingers coming to brush across the shape of the stretched fabric between them.
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Date: 2024-05-10 11:12 pm (UTC)Magne's hand finds its way to César's erection, and it feels very nice. But it also flickers César's smile to surprised, and he looks down, tensing for a moment as a cacophony of emotions erupts from him. But it's Magne's hand he's looking at, and the rush of emotions die down almost instantly; his body relaxes relax, his smile losing its confusion and becoming gentle.
"You're gentle...." César murmurs, bringing the hand above Magne's chemise out to rest over her forearm with his other hand still touching the skin along her ribs, giving her permission to stay. "Sorry, I just didn't expect... brain scrambled, need a moment."
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Date: 2024-05-11 06:35 pm (UTC)"Of course," she replies quietly, and withdraws just enough that her hand slides around his waist instead, her nose against his forehead.
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Date: 2024-05-11 08:10 pm (UTC)"I'm ready." He laughs warmly, quietly. "You see me for who I am, not who you expect me to be. Like I'm myself for this for the first time. I trust you so completely that I can tell you my needs using the same effort as breathing."
In other words: he's completely unmasked; he's himself. César kisses Magne's jaw softly. He moves his hand under her chemise from her ribs to fondle her breast, marveling at the feel of her hardened nipple against the creases of his palm. And his free hand moves to slowly run up her thigh, settling just below her hip.
"Please touch me, Magne...."
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Date: 2024-05-16 03:05 pm (UTC)With one hand resting over the forearm of the hand at her thigh, the other hand once more dips between them, the palm turned to shape around the shape of him through his clothes.
"I love you," she murmurs, bowing to press an easy kiss to his lips.
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Date: 2024-05-17 05:04 am (UTC)Then she reaches down to fondle him, and it's his turn for his breath to hitch. He squeezes her thigh and breast unconsciously. God, her muscles. César's only figuring out what he's doing, and Magne's happy to let him figure it out. He moves his hand on her breast just enough so the pad of his thumb can gently move under then over her nipple, and then he shifts it again to slide two fingers around it before his palm takes its place again.
"I love you, too," César murmurs back, returning the kiss and then adding a slow, soft one of his own. "You said something about a practical demonstration of what you like?"
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Date: 2024-05-19 09:50 pm (UTC)Without drawing away too far from the kiss, Magne tilts her head, debating briefly on whether to explain, or just to show him. She moves back only just far enough to look him in the face again and moves her hand from him, to the clasp of her pants to open them and, with a slow inhale to brace herself, run her fingers along the shape of her own arousal. They curl inward, and the middle and ring fingers dig into either side of the bulge there. It's shallow, just a tease, but enough to elicit a soft, slightly shivery groan from her as her eyes briefly flutter closed.
"You said you knew a lot about your own anatomy in theory... I can show you a trick that I learned a long time ago that you could do, if you wanted to know how it feels."
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Date: 2024-05-19 11:24 pm (UTC)He sucks in a breath as she touches herself. Oh, that's hot, that's so hot. And then she presses her fingers inward , and he makes a surprisingly needy noise in his throat.
"The inguinal canals...." César breathes, going through his anatomy in his head, and he has to cover his mouth. "Oh, wow! I never even thought about—the nerves! That's gotta feel amazing..."
He's a quick study on what she's doing, at least, and he enthusiastically rests that hand back on her thigh, his other hand having only moved slightly. "Oh, I'm definitely learning how to do that to you! And practicing on myself." César grins wide. "Especially if I can get noises out of you like that."
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Date: 2024-05-19 11:56 pm (UTC)"Clever boy," she quips, confirming that he had nailed it. "The girls at home had such a cute name for it, but broken down in clinical terms, it's really just stimulating the internal structure without needing to do much with the outside. It's the closest I'll ever be able to get to the real thing, and full penetration is dangerous, so this works for me."
Magne bites her lip at a flash of a mental image, and digs her fingers inward again, the other arm wrapping around his shoulders with her free hand buried in his hair. Her head bows and parted lips skim over the side of César's neck. "Would you rather see, or feel?"
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Date: 2024-05-20 12:19 am (UTC)His cock twitches from the way she holds onto him and moans. César moves his arm around her back to steady her. Magne's lips on his neck...
"... see." He breathes. "We'd need to pause so I can cut my nails, and—I'm a visual learner. And I really... god, I want to see you do it, please. We should get onto the bed better so you don't fall off, though...."
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Date: 2024-05-20 08:09 am (UTC)"Here, let me-" She moves to put her fut down on the floor and ease to one side, and takes a moment to arrange herself at the head of the bed. She strips out of her pants and carefully drops them over the edge to find later, and sits reclined back with her knees bent up. A pang of self-consciousness creeps in, keeping her legs mostly closed, though her hand does slide back between her thighs to get that friction again.
"It's definitely easier like this," she comments with a tilted little smile.
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From:CW: Continued for a while
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From:This one could be wrapping up soon, too? To bed cuddling w/ a promise for new blossom stick after?
From:Cuddling and aftercare for them both!
From:ALL the cuddles and aftercare
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From:And wrap, almost
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