[he's doing a good job. shifting and rocking on Dusk's lap, making breathy little sounds, a bit too far gone to think very hard about how--weird it is to be like this. or how wet Dusk's pants are probably getting.]
[ It is. Kind of a hard thing not to notice how weird that is but Dusk is pretty sure that these are all Good Signs. Sliding a hand down to touch her again. ]
[ This is better than trying to talk about our complicated feelings, okay. Once they're off and he is now naked under a lady (sort of) this is a lot more. Real. Putting his hands on Konatsu's hips, positioning them before pulling him down slowly onto himself. ]
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[kind of. untangling their legs let's do this lying down thing.]
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[ . . . okay laughing a little . . . ]
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Perhaps I... if I sit down and you are... in my lap we would not...
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Are you... should we now...
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D--Dusk, we can--I--
--Get on with it!
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I- Yes, okay-
[ Reaching between them to get his pants out of the way because suddenly they are super in the way. ]
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