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[fe_male]

[ Yes, he apparently was right to not entirely relax, as she hooks her hand in the waistband of his pants and now he's positive that she knows, that she doesn't care. He lets his own hand - it's snaked it's way around her while she came to lie closer to him - find the hem of her shirt, slide up underneath it and follow her torso until he's found what he's looking for. ] Sensitive, you said? [ He asks, giving it a very gentle squeeze. ]

[motherofnemesis]

[ A small pleased hum from her as her eyes flicker shut a moment, and then she opens them again and grins up at him, lets her thumb trace the curve of his hipbone as she works at tangling her legs with his. ] Fairly sensitive.

[fe_male]

[ He just holds the breast he already had, watching her reactions play out, and when she's done talking, he goes back to the gentle kneading. ] Too sensitive for this? Should it be an orally proctored exam instead? I can probably find it in me to do that. [ Totally okay with her tangling their legs together; his focus right now is in his hand, okay. ]

[motherofnemesis]

[ Her focus is split fairly evenly between his hand's motions and seeing if she can split his focus a little by providing him some pressure down lower, a little roll as her hand shifts positions to slide up his spine. ] I don't know, would that be more accurate? It seems like it could be more accurate. [ Murmured against his neck, her voice a little rough. ]

[fe_male]

[ He likes that, the feeling of her sort of... crawling over him, with the one hand lower and the other running up his back. He likes the way she rolls towards him, and yes, she does disrupt his concentration by adding some pressure in the right places. He tilts his head a little for her, in case she wants more of his neck to peruse, runs a thumb over a nipple before she's rolled too much and it's out of reach. After that, the head tilt is down, sort of, his hand shifting to indicate she should come up a little higher so he can make good on his implication. ] And we strive for the utmost in accuracy.

[motherofnemesis]

[ She totally wants more of his neck to peruse, it's a nice opportunity there, and she only has a little bit to do so because she's not about to argue with that further tilt of his head down. Instead she's going to slide herself a little higher along the bed so the alignment is right even if that means it disrupts her ability to reach his neck or the position of her hands, start tugging her shirt up and off. ] It's definitely always worth pursuing.

[fe_male]

[ He lets his hands hover over her as she moves under them, adjusts her positioning and then shifts to pull her shirt off - and he can help with that, a little bit. He doesn't want to rush or anything, but then there they are, and he's pleased, he's a little harder, and that's the one he had in his hand because that nipple is a little perkier and this is just a great way to wake up, he thinks. ] The pursuit of certainty and knowledge is always worth it. [ The last part may or may not have been a little mumbled, craning his neck forward to brush his lips over the skin just above one of them, the one he'd been neglecting, slide down over the swell of it and start to do what actually could be described as thorough examination. Just, with his mouth and tongue, with a little bit of suction here and there, even if he is thus far avoiding the most sensitive area. ]

[motherofnemesis]

[ This is absolutely a great way to wake up. This is her new favorite way to wake up, and she tosses her shirt aside and slides one hand into his hair. She was laughing a little bit at that mumble, but it turns into a sound of a totally different caliber at his lips on her, low and deep in her chest because she really wasn't kidding when she said her breasts were sensitive right now. ] You weren't kidding about medical expertise. [ Sort of. This is totally medical. He's managing to do a great job with just his mouth, really, and her grip tightens a little and relaxes. ] Such a professional.

[fe_male]

[ He hums his initial agreement with his lips open and soft against her breast, exploring the area for the more sensitive spots, working his way closer and closer to the areola before pausing. It seems like he might move to the other breast instead of actually getting to the point first here. ] I am completely professional one hundred percent of the time. [ Before she has a chance to protest that - with words, anyway, there's time to laugh at him - he's moved, oh, look, to the areola on the first one still. A light graze of his teeth across it entirely, tongue to sooth it back, and he's employing basically everything he knows since he has no reason not to. His hands, in the meantime, have finally remembered that they're hovering, and they instead move to rest on her hips, one occasionally over her backside as she lies next to him. ]

[motherofnemesis]

[ Oh, well, if he's going to hum against her skin that's just not really fair, she's pretty sure that's definitely not fair, and it's going to get him a hitch in her breath. It's a little hard to pay him back right now, but once it's reasonable she is so going to find a way to make him - well, regret is probably the opposite of what he'll be feeling. ] I'm sure [ but that end of the sentence switches directly into a whimper instead because goddamn, okay, he's really good at this and she's getting goosebumps chasing across all of her skin. The hand not in his hair rests on his arm, grip tight for a moment before she trails her fingers upwards, her attempt at regulating her breathing no longer working quite so well. ] Yes you are.

[fe_male]

[ I'm sure he will totally not regret his actions here and perhaps actually be very pleased with both her and himself. More than he is on any given day already, anyway. But for right now he just teases her nipple, goes back to the skin around it with a grin - not before running his teeth and tongue over the area one more time and giving it just enough of a short puff of air to make it harder still. He moves to the skin between them, appreciates it in turn as he knows the scratchiness of his stubble and facial hair add to the sensations, and then starts over with the other. ]

[motherofnemesis]

[ That sounds like a good plan, being pleased with them both, because she's already pleased with them. Pleased with this clearly great planning, the way it's easy and warm and his lips are soft on her breast even as it hardens underneath them, the unexpected sensation of air catching her breath between her teeth. Her back arches just a little, and she doesn't try to restrain the groan at the feeling as he moves onwards. ] This is a - really unexpected upside. [ To pregnancy, she means, but her voice is already catching more than a little and the need to clarify gives way to the desire to make a noise low in the back of her throat in appreciation of what he's doing. ]

[fe_male]

[ He simply answers that with an mm-hmm without actually moving his mouth away from her, which is probably sort of not helping, but it's not as though he actually cares about details like that. He loves to get noises out of her, probably almost to the same degree she does from him, and right now he's doing his level best to get as many as he can. He's fairly certain she's going to attempt to return the favor as soon as she remembers to move again, and in the meantime he likes to compete to do as much as he can to her before she does. ]

[motherofnemesis]

[ It really doesn't help at all. Or rather, it totally helps, it helps in all kinds of ways, but not in the actually making talking easy thing because now she's just arching up a little against his mouth, and she feels no inclination to try to hold back on the noises she's making right now, not the way her breathing goes uneven or the moan or the soft murmur of his name. It's a little hard to reach him right now, but if she angles her hips right she thinks she can press her lower thigh between his legs, give him some pressure, and she works at doing just that because she loves this but she'd like to see if she can't get a little bit back from him right now. She's definitely going to return the favor fully once she can reach him better, though. ]

[fe_male]

[ He's going just fine, even getting a nice rhythm going, and then she slides her thigh up against him and that slight fumble is obvious. It's stutters his actions - and it was weird, because it was morning wood, right, and then sort of lost attention, and then there was the arousal again, so it's been a while and he's a little sensitive too, if not to the degree she is. So he sucks in a little air, leaves a mark on her a little darker than he'd intended to, and even as he rocks against her thigh, trying to get something a little better, he apologizes for being harder with her own sensitive areas by salving them with smoother, softer movements. For a little while, at least. ]

[motherofnemesis]

[ She loves that small fumble, delights in the effects she can have on him and a moment later gasps a little in turn at the harder press of his mouth, the way it's almost on the line between pleasure and pain. She quite likes that feeling, really. It's not easy to adjust the angle and press of her thigh in this position, entirely, but she can manage some harder pressure, a little side to side roll of it even as her breath goes shallow and fast with his actions, the way he's gone back to softer and gentler. It's a really effective apology, even if one wasn't needed. ]

[fe_male]

[ Smoother and softer sort of stop altogether when she does the side to side roll and he's suddenly in a similar can't-tell-if-I-like-that-or-if-it-hurts type boat, although also similarly comes down on the side of yes-oh-man-I-like-that. Momentary question resolved, he resumes his actions, mouth moving to the area between both breasts again as he lets his hands come up either side of his head to work at repeating what his tongue had been doing earlier. ]

[motherofnemesis]

[ It's a really fascinating boat to be in, she feels, and she thinks it's a boat that she wouldn't mind happening again. But she's just going to continue using her thigh for pressure against him, hands drifting up to curl through his hair as she makes an interesting half choked moan, not having expect that movement of his hands. ] God, you're thorough. [ That is not remotely a complaint. It is in fact a compliment, definitely. ]

[fe_male]

[ Yes he is, thorough. He likes to be thorough, likes to show her precisely how much she can feel, how good she can feel from the simplest things - and sometimes not so simple. He enjoys opening that aspect of things up for her in what's hopefully a markedly more pleasant manner than how those have done it in the past for different purposes, and it's not just because he's selfish and loves touching her as much as she will let him.

In the meantime, he adjusts a little bit, gets the pressure she's giving him in a slightly better place and then can't really help the instinctive rock of his hips against her thigh, even while he continues on with his hands and mouth. Mouth a little less though, as he moves his face a little bit away from her to look at her own. ]

[motherofnemesis]

[ She doesn't think she really has any objections to such a plan, because it really is wildly different from how other people have tried to use the sensitivity of skin on her before. His method is far to be preferred, definitely. She can't imagine ever not wanting him to touch her, so he's definitely well set up there.

That rock is welcomed and she tries to keep herself steady for him, make sure that the pressure stays at what he wants it. Her smile down at him is soft and happy and secure, all of the things that she feels so often around him, and she tugs a little bit with her hands. ] Come kiss me, come on. [ She just really wants to kiss him right now, all of a sudden. ]

[fe_male]

[ The pressure is good right now but that's because it's borderline and he likes that. Any slip here between either of them though will be uncomfortable, and neither of them want that. So he rocks, slowly, again. She tugs him up and he goes with her, listening to her directive with only a quick pause to smile at her in between. And then he's kissing her, soft and exploring and easy. ]

[motherofnemesis]

[ She smiles back at him when he smiles at her, is still smiling against his mouth as he kisses her and her arms loop around him to feel the warmth of his body, slide downwards to rest where his back slopes into his ass and pull him against her a little more now that he's a little higher up her body and in a better position to do that. ]

[fe_male]

[ She pulls him closer and god he's a bit sensitive for a number of reasons but the fabric of his boxer-briefs against her fabric, against her, whatever she's wearing to bed these days, against him in turn is amazing. He freezes the lower half, mostly, while he concentrates on leaning in to kiss her, a hand planted off to either side to steady himself over her. He's staying up just barely above her, and as they both breath they come into and out of contact in various points. He puts a little more effort into the kiss when the lower torso stutters, a little less easy, a little more... protective. ]

[motherofnemesis]

[ She doesn't give way beneath that kiss, pushes up into it with her whole body, hips against his and skin against skin. It strikes her suddenly that she doesn't know how much longer she can line them up perfectly pressed together without it being uncomfortable, and if it seems like she's trying to mold her body to his for a little bit there, well. Maybe she is. One hand slides up his spine to his shoulders, the other to the small of his back as she pulls him closer towards her. ]

god it took me a while to remember what thread this was

[fe_male]

[ That's okay, because he almost wouldn't know what to do if she gave into it, without the press in return and the tension she gives back instead. He hums approval towards the placement of her hands as he keeps kissing her, moves to follow the line of her jaw instead, back towards her ear and just underneath. He is, in turn, fairly responsive to the idea of being pulled closer, carefully but still letting himself be tugged in. ]