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[Which means she gets to rock a little bit as he gives a bit of a laugh. They ripple under her where she's leaning as he flexes for her. HE'S THAT PERSON.]

Oohhh?

Even more reason to keep in shape here...

[ yesssssss she gives a pleased little hum, still burning hot with embarrassment even as she gives them a firm squeeze. ]

It's much appreciated...

[ she shifts her head enough to gently kiss a pec, letting her hands smooth down again to feel over his ribs, then abs, just as slow and delicate as before. ]

[There's times when it's clear why one of them is on Gluttony and the other is on Sloth. Sett just BASKS IN THE ATTENTION, eyes closed and relaxing as her warm fingers trace little trails across his skin. There's a slow, low rumble of a purr that starts as she traces along his flanks.]

Clearly.

You ah.. mind a bit of attention as well, or rather just enjoy the moment?

[ she's idly tracing her thumbs over his hips when he says that, mouthing small little kisses over his chest, and just-- pauses. ]

Ah...

[ ... the answer is "yes" but... ]

I don't mind. I like touching you? And I thought I could... um.

[ hesitates. Does NOT look at him but does make a subtle jerking motion with one hand when she lifts it. ]

OH YEAH! DUDE, OF COURSE! [There's another of those flushes of heat and well, if she's not looking up, down is certainly another indicator of interest.]

I mean- Anywhere you want. All yours~

[ yeah. Yeah she's looking. Or, she is for a second or so before she has to look away, definitely matching that flush of heat. This is exactly why she positioned herself in his lap the way she did, after all.

His excitement is encouraging though, and she settles that hand over his pelvis-- not quite touching him, but clearly hyping herself up for it. There's some nerves in her voice, but it's mostly awe. ]

... You're very big.

[STILL RED, and settling his hands on her waist.

HE IS KEEPING THE STRAIGHTEST FACE AS HE SAYS:]

Wasn't easy to manage those pushups in the routine, but it paid off.

[ ,

Immediately curls over, laughing into his chest. Sorry the handy is gonna have to wait you killed her ]

[NO he just takes one look at her and cracks up as well.]

[ STOP THE LAUGHTER IS CONTAGIOUS

Eventually she sits up again, face red but delighted. ]

If you keep doing things like this I'll never get to it!

[He wipes the corner of his eye, still grinning.]

There is ALWAYS time to laugh. [And still is even as he leans down to kiss her.]

[ she laughs into the kiss but eagerly meets him, hungry for it.

And since that shuts him up pretty effectively, she takes the chance to gently curl her fingers around his cock, her touch feather-light as she feels up along the length of him.]

[Even expecting it, it's such a teasingly light touch. He breaks the kiss to suck in a bit of air and just goes RIGHT back in. His fingers slide back down over her sides, and then in up under the fabric of her shirt, seeking skin. Encouraging.]

[ Val makes a small noise against his mouth, half-laughing and pleased. She shivers a little under his touch, her skin hot, and rewards that exploration with the whole of her hand curled around him and a firm couple of strokes from root to tip before she goes back to her small exploratory touches of the shape of him. ]

[Like most of him, there's just enough off to be not QUITE human, but not enough to be clearly monster, either. Sett, however, immediately gives a little whine of complaint as the attention turns back to feathery.

He moves down, kissing the corner of her mouth, her neck and the edge of her shoulder, even as his fingers slide up over heated skin, callouses dragging roughly.

He doesn't bother to unzip her sports bra, just scrunch it up out of the way of his own appreciations.]

[ god he's almost as easy as she is. She gasps a little when he breaks the kiss, dropping her shoulder a little so her collar angles enough that he can keep his mouth there, goosebumps raising over her skin. And now that her mouth is free she can get a real look at him. She leans her head against his to watch as her fingers explore, over the curves of the muscle, pads of her fingers soft over the slight bulge of veins or the bits of him she can tell definitely aren't human. Circle her fingers up under the head, brush her thumb delicately over the tip, and delight in the complaints it drags from him. If he wants to beg, maybe like this...?

She eases that a little with another little stroke, slow, as his hands shove her bra out of the way. She makes a faintly embarrassed noise but leans into his touch, squirming under the scratch of this callouses. ]

[He really is, or at least as expressive. Or maybe just as affection starved as she is.

It's a sight, can watch the tensing of his abs, or how the waxing clearly stops below the belly button, or the run of soft spines. But there's more to the heavy twitch at the swipe of her thumb, he breathes out against her skin, another press of kisses and an encouraging, dragging lick along her collar is in counterpoint with the nearly careful way he cups her breasts-]

... Where WERE you hidin' those, really now. [He mumbles with a laugh, against her.]

[ she's startled by that-- but laughs, and just offers a soft "dunno" noise. She's focused on the task at hand anyway. Or in hand. The lick is ticklish and distracting, and she shivers, her pulse quickening.

She leans all of her weight into his hands so she can use the other to brush his fingers through the hair he's got below the belt, even as the hand curled around him length sets up a slow and steady pace-- bottom to top, thumb brushing along the edge of the head on every upstroke, fingers gently squeezing over those spines on the down. ]

[There's a little shudder at that squeeze and yeah, he's just distracted for a moment, sucking a little bruise onto her shoulder and then licking away the sting. It's a little focus, but the motions are steady enough, the little surges of pleasure even and steady...]

You're soooo good to me. [The broad, palming massage stops as a thought of- hey you SHOULD RECIPROCATE and not just soak this up makes it through his horny lil brain.

So he'll just move to kiss her while slipping down between her legs.]

[ She tenses a little but it's quickly forgotten in the rough groan of his voice, the feel of his tongue rasping over her skin. Yeah, they seem pretty well matched on starved for affection, because even that much praise makes her shudder and work her hand a little more firmly over him like a reward.

She makes a soft noise into the kiss-- and a sharper one, when his hand goes between her legs; even with pants on she's hot and it's fairly obvious she's pretty fucking wet and maybe she should have taken those off a while ago. She was busy however. And frankly still is-- she pulls back from the kiss a little to whisper, hasty, without slowing her hand: ]

Y-you don't-- have to. Sett.

[That slick heat goes RIGHT to his dick, and he bites his lower lip as she rewards his words. It's a hell of a combination, and he takes a second just to cool to his head. Even so, he can't quite stop the flex of his hips, the play of muscles under her thighs.]

Oh, I know I don't gotta. [He leans up to recapture her lips a brief moment, then ducks his head, the soft fur of his ears brushing her cheek. His fingers disappear under her, the rough texture barely more than an afterthought for how easily they slide over her clit, alternating light and teasing, heavier pressure.]

But you're everything I want... [He catches his breath] want right now.

[ Oh all of that at once is so much. It's almost too much, if all of those feelings weren't tangled up in a little bit of anxiety by default, but god does it feel like her faculties are kind of. Slipping away from her.

The touch is absolutely electric; she jolts under his hand the same way she did when Aphelios first touched her, but different now in a room with just the two of them and her hand's already on his cock and feeling the ways he responds to her with more than just his face and words. His hips lift into her grip, she squeezes him firm and gentle in response, her palm rubbing over the head of him and smearing the pre down, her fingers a little slick with it. The way the pads of his fingers-- a little rougher but more importantly thicker than Phel's between her lips, and how her hips jerk forward to meet him on reflex.

... But speaking of words. She inhales a shuddering little breath at his, and-- can't even respond properly, as she buries her embarrassed face into his hair, her grip faltering on him just a moment. But she does whine, needy, against his ear, because yes yes yes she WANTS this she wants him to want her and touch her and she's so fucking hungry why is she hungry it doesn't matter his fingers are on her and his cock is right there and he's so fucking hot the room is too warm he smells so good and he's barely touched her at all and she needs more. ]

That's good, that's good. [It's a thoughtless little mumble, a little her hungry jerks, a little her hands are making him feel. He doesn't spend long, his middle finger parting her and sliding in, blunt and just a little crooked to massage her walls, palm flat to give her something to grind against.] You're so good, so beautiful, Val.

[ Fffffuck okay. The noise she makes as he presses even just a finger into her is almost pathetic for how strained it is because, fuck, he's in her, and she has to shift her free hand to grip Sett's arm for stability. She eagerly grinds down against his palm, more than a little dizzy with praise and pleasure and her own movements suffering a little for it; she pants against his hair and her muscles clench needily around him, but her hand stutters a little in its stroking. She's certainly making the attempt though, even if her movements pick up a little speed unintentionally.

She's a bit squeaky when she speaks, her throat tight. ]

Sett--

Those are such good sounds. I love you see you like this. [The words are breathless now, low, a little growl underneath them. He feels like he can hear his own pulse in his ears and the edges of the world matters so much less than how she sways and squeaks. The way she squeezes him, he can't help but think about how fucking good that would feel, even as her fingers slide over his skin.

His breathing hitches, and the thought nearly drives him over. It's really not going to be long.]

Lil more? [Even as he rolls his palm against her next thrust, he pulls his finger out- enough to slide two in.]

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