[By the time he pulls away Nepeta's head is buzzing and she's all a flustered. She had never expected to be drawn into what they were doing this much, but now even her usual shyness was beginning to ebb away.
At Equius' encouragement the olive troll lifted her head to smile at him, before ducking it once more, this time to press more kisses against his neck, brushing her fangs against his skin.
Her hands dropped to the hem of his shirt]
Can I..? [The question is murmured against his skin. He may have already given her free reign, but she still wants to be certain and only idly tugged it upwards.]
Yes, you may. [The permission is given softly, in a fervent tone, but he hasn't lost his dignity at least. He even has the presence of mind for a grammar lesson. He turns his head to lip at her earlobe, then licks gently up the shell of her ear to the tip]
[In other circumstances Nepeta might have been bothered by his nit picking, but it was just so him to correct her grammar even in a situation like this.]
May I. [She corrected herself, after stifling some laughter.
The attention he gives to her ear elicits a small purring noise from her, but now that she has been given the go ahead she pulls away. Her hands sneak underneath his shirt, warm and caressing. Once they reach up to his shoulders, shirt hitched up by her wrists, she moves to pull it off completely.]
[He nickers in response, enjoying the sounds. As she tries to pull his shirt off, he draws back and cooperates, raising his arms so she can remove his shirt. In response, he reaches out and tugs her overshirt down off her shoulders, so he can draw it off.
As he does so, he kisses her lightly on the cheek]
[The large garment slides off easily, leaving her in her shirt from home which was beginning to see some wear. For a moment she considers taking it off, but dismisses the idea, still feeling a bit self conscious about being that exposed.
Instead she takes a moment to slide Equius' shades up so they rested on his head, allowing her to see his eyes.]
Much better.
[Nepeta liked to think she was able to gauge Equius' feelings even without being able to see his eyes, but it was still nice to. Especially when they were so pretty. It really did strike her in this moment just how attractive her moirail was. Things she had always admired about him--his strength, his physique, yet that gentleness and understanding took on such a different light.
Her hands, warm and slightly roughened by labor which hadn't ceased in their exploration or caresses now dipped down farther to press against the crotch of his pants]
[His eyes widen and he makes an abortive motion to pull his shades back down, but at the last moment he lets her do it. His eyes flick away, his demeanor more shy now that he feels exposed. Odd that he feels more exposed this way, with his emotions on display, than he does in various sexual positions.]
I'm glad you approve.
[He lifts a hand to cup her breast, swallowing hard as she caresses him between his legs]
[Nepeta could sense the shift in demeanor, and found it kind of cute but passed on commenting, not wanting to make him feel more self conscious.
The hand to her breast makes her bloodpusher skip faster and she unconsciously leans into it, wanting to feel more. Her arousal is making her panties stick to her nook in a way that's beginning to feel uncomfortable but she ignores it for the time being.
Her fingers now travel back up to the hem of Equius' pants, this time slipping underneath them in a deliberately slow manner. She's still a little uncertain of what is and isn't okay to do]
[The word escapes as just a tiny bit more than a breath as her fingers slide into his pants. His bulge reacts immediately to the lightest touch, and coils around her fingers eagerly. Equius might be schoolfeeding Nepeta right now, but he always reacts to touch with enthusiasm, likely because he was so starved from it for the majority of his life.
His fingers squeeze her breast tighter, as if to encourage sweet ambrosial liquid to come forth, but nothing comes. Still, he bends down a bit and suckles at the nipple, lapping at the sensitive nub with his tongue]
[Nepeta allows for the tentacle to coil around her fingers, twining it between some so she could carefully grip it and give it a gentle squeeze. It was a bit difficult. Nepeta wasn't certain what amount of pressure was okay, and erred more on the side of caution--even then it was difficult with how slippery it was.
Yet she experiments, running her fingers along its underside when she could, pinching the very tip of it where it was smallest, all the while very carefully noting his reactions.
Or at the very least trying to. It was difficult to when he was inciting such sensations in her. She mewls, arching her back when his warm tongue passes over her nipple.]
[Equius gasps a bit as Nepeta manipulates his bulge. He gives a little moan of pleasure as she runs her fingers over it, then jumps a bit at the pinch, then adds a heartfelt groan in response.
All this is muffled against her breast as he likewise listens closely to her responses and tailors the movements of his mouth to that. Cautiously, he adds a bit of teeth, the points digging into her skin, though not enough to draw blood. He enjoys pain quite a bit when paired with pleasure, does she as well?]
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At Equius' encouragement the olive troll lifted her head to smile at him, before ducking it once more, this time to press more kisses against his neck, brushing her fangs against his skin.
Her hands dropped to the hem of his shirt]
Can I..? [The question is murmured against his skin. He may have already given her free reign, but she still wants to be certain and only idly tugged it upwards.]
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May I. [She corrected herself, after stifling some laughter.
The attention he gives to her ear elicits a small purring noise from her, but now that she has been given the go ahead she pulls away. Her hands sneak underneath his shirt, warm and caressing. Once they reach up to his shoulders, shirt hitched up by her wrists, she moves to pull it off completely.]
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As he does so, he kisses her lightly on the cheek]
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Instead she takes a moment to slide Equius' shades up so they rested on his head, allowing her to see his eyes.]
Much better.
[Nepeta liked to think she was able to gauge Equius' feelings even without being able to see his eyes, but it was still nice to. Especially when they were so pretty. It really did strike her in this moment just how attractive her moirail was. Things she had always admired about him--his strength, his physique, yet that gentleness and understanding took on such a different light.
Her hands, warm and slightly roughened by labor which hadn't ceased in their exploration or caresses now dipped down farther to press against the crotch of his pants]
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I'm glad you approve.
[He lifts a hand to cup her breast, swallowing hard as she caresses him between his legs]
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The hand to her breast makes her bloodpusher skip faster and she unconsciously leans into it, wanting to feel more. Her arousal is making her panties stick to her nook in a way that's beginning to feel uncomfortable but she ignores it for the time being.
Her fingers now travel back up to the hem of Equius' pants, this time slipping underneath them in a deliberately slow manner. She's still a little uncertain of what is and isn't okay to do]
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[The word escapes as just a tiny bit more than a breath as her fingers slide into his pants. His bulge reacts immediately to the lightest touch, and coils around her fingers eagerly. Equius might be schoolfeeding Nepeta right now, but he always reacts to touch with enthusiasm, likely because he was so starved from it for the majority of his life.
His fingers squeeze her breast tighter, as if to encourage sweet ambrosial liquid to come forth, but nothing comes. Still, he bends down a bit and suckles at the nipple, lapping at the sensitive nub with his tongue]
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Yet she experiments, running her fingers along its underside when she could, pinching the very tip of it where it was smallest, all the while very carefully noting his reactions.
Or at the very least trying to. It was difficult to when he was inciting such sensations in her. She mewls, arching her back when his warm tongue passes over her nipple.]
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All this is muffled against her breast as he likewise listens closely to her responses and tailors the movements of his mouth to that. Cautiously, he adds a bit of teeth, the points digging into her skin, though not enough to draw blood. He enjoys pain quite a bit when paired with pleasure, does she as well?]