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Re: 318; post-fanmail

[crimeson]

If you insist!

[cheerfully coming along, beaming.]

Re: 318; post-fanmail

[overworker]

Oh I insist.

[Before she gets too greedy though--]

Do you want anything? Drinks... snacks...?

Re: 318; post-fanmail

[crimeson]

You.

Re: 318; post-fanmail

[overworker]

[...she quick pulls him into her room and nudges the door shut behind her.]

I'm all yours now.

Re: 318; post-fanmail

[crimeson]

[swooping in to kiss her fiercely, hungrily]

Re: 318; post-fanmail

[overworker]

[She wraps her arms around his neck; up on her toes to lessen the height difference, kissing him just as eagerly.]

Re: 318; post-fanmail

[crimeson]

[yessssss. honestly just. picking her up to handle the height difference, hands on her ass.]

Re: 318; post-fanmail

[overworker]

[Kyaa!! Wraps her legs around him; soft gasp of approval getting muffled into the kiss.]

Re: 318; post-fanmail

[crimeson]

[kneads happily at her ass, then carries her to the bed, flopping on it with her atop him.]

Re: 318; post-fanmail

[overworker]

[She sprawls out over him, straddling his waist. Small hands start slowly finding and divesting him of his shirt between kisses.]

Re: 318; post-fanmail

[crimeson]

[he's doing the same for her, working at whatever cute little number she's wearing with nimble but cautious claws.]

Re: 318; post-fanmail

[overworker]

[She's not really worried about her clothes right now. Both of their clothes just get tossed aside, before she takes a moment to appreciate his upper body; gripping and sliding over his muscles.]

Mmm... Randy-- you're... really incredible.

[Hot. He's hot. She's dying-- she doesn't know why her, but she's really grateful.]

Re: 318; post-fanmail

[crimeson]

Look who's talking, damn...

[he slides oddly matte-textured hands up and down her sides, one hand resting on her hip and the other teasing a nipple.]

Re: 318; post-fanmail

[overworker]

Oh, you—-

[She flushes at the compliment, more aware of his eyes on her. His touch feels different from the rest of his skin, a reminder of the claws that are feeling her up. She leans into his hand, moan trailing off into a soft whimper before she starts to scoot lower down his body to start working at his pants.]

Re: 318; post-fanmail

[crimeson]

[he sits up to let his touch follow her easily, continuing to tease her with slow circles of his fingertip, watching her avidly.]

You're a vision, Towee.

Re: 318; post-fanmail

[overworker]

[Her blush immediately gives her away, but she can at least try to play it cool as she scoots his clothes down his hips; trailing kisses along them, cheek nestled against his cock, looking up at him from under her lashes.]

Then keep your eyes on me.

Re: 318; post-fanmail

[crimeson]

Wouldn't dare look away. Fuck.

[FUN DETAIL, HIS COCK IS ALL INHUMANLY BUMPED AND RIDGED! hell left him a gift.

it also twitches against her cheek, eager.]

Re: 318; post-fanmail

[overworker]

[Her cheeks darken a shade when he says that, smiling as she turns her lips towards him.]

Good.

[Towa wraps her lips around the side of his cock; tongue gently running over the bumps and ridges, getting to know each one and giving them special attention.]

Re: 318; post-fanmail

[crimeson]

Oh, Aidios...

[he whines, but keeps his gaze steady, breath catching and his hand moving to stroke her hair.]

Re: 318; post-fanmail

[overworker]

I won't tease you too much.

[--as much as she'd love to eat up those reactions all day. She presses kisses along it, the whole way up before wrapping her lips around the tip and slowly sucking him into her mouth.]