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[unfortunateson]

WHY DO I EVEN NEED THIS

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[reducedtoasch]

[ WELL WHAT ELSE WERE WE SUPPOSED TO DO WITH IT glancing up then leaning in to kiss at her neck, slipping a finger in after a moment's hesitation. ]

[unfortunateson]

A-ah . . . [going still, adjusting to that weird new feeling.]

That is . . . oh.

[reducedtoasch]

Is it uncomfortable-?

[unfortunateson]

N-no, it . . . slightly, at first, but not anymore . . . Dusk, a-are you going to . . . ?

[reducedtoasch]

I- do you want me to-?

[ Moving his finger... ]

[unfortunateson]

[squeaking under her breath, but not . . . not enjoying that.]

I. Yes. I think so . . .

[experimentally reaching down there too, to explore.]

[reducedtoasch]

[ We are explorersssss. ]

[unfortunateson]

[f . . . fiiiinding a thing that is very interesting, and whining abruptly]

[reducedtoasch]

Konatsu-?

[unfortunateson]

[definitely a lot redder and breathing a lot harder.]

I-it's all right, here, this--this spot is--

[guiding him . . . ]

[reducedtoasch]

[ There are spots now... Letting himself be guided. ]

[unfortunateson]

[this one = lots of noise. so many noises.]

[reducedtoasch]

[ ... Keeps touching!! ]

[unfortunateson]

[okay yeah, devolving pretty quickly into panting and moaning, rocking her hips against Dusk's fingers] Ah!

[reducedtoasch]

[ Whyy are you so cute, kissing her chest again, nipping at the skin. ]

[unfortunateson]

[digging her fingers into Dusk's hair with a loud, squeaky moan.]

Y-you can--if you like . . .

[kind of tugging at his shirt . . . ]

[reducedtoasch]

I- Should we really-?

[unfortunateson]

P--probably not--certainly if you do not want to--

[reducedtoasch]

[ Kissing Konatsu to shut him up for a moment then pulling back to pull off his shirt... and kiss him again. ]

[unfortunateson]

Mm! [well okay. very okay. /////

kissing back, wrapping his arms around Dusk and clinging a little, getting as close as possible. even if breasts feel weird when all pressed up against a guy's chest. good weird.]

[reducedtoasch]

[ Really good weird; Letting his hands slide down him sides and over his hips so he can just kind of press him back against the tree and kiss him harder. ]

[unfortunateson]

[kissing back hard, needily, and wrapping one leg around Dusk's hips, pressing closer.]

[reducedtoasch]

[ Groans at that, rocking his hips forward a little. ]

[unfortunateson]

D-dusk, are, should we--lie down--

[reducedtoasch]

I- yes, we should- Yes.