[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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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?]