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longwillows) wrote2025-06-30 09:05 am
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longwillows) wrote2025-06-30 09:05 am
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As am I. [On both counts, honestly. The Augmented physique he'd started with was flexible and the new changes hadn't really countered that. He'd nearly been a pro athlete at one point.] I've...experimented. Other species back home have all kinds of practices.
[He tended to bend more towards their preferences, since some of it was heavily cultural. Humans were curious. It often entailed being flexible and trying something.]
But the most important thing is I usually like to focus my attentions on my partner for a while first. I find it very satisfying.
[And he had very good endurance, so it meant a long time of letting anticipation build without risk of losing control too soon.]
I'm very good with my tongue. And my hands.
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Joyously,] Well, far be it from me to deny you that satisfaction! I'll try to be good while you work.
[For some measure of "good." Staying still and keeping her hands to herself are not her strong suits in circumstances such as this, evidenced by the way her hands are already beginning to wander curiously along the firm slope of his shoulders.]
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[The kisses are slow and teasing at first, then more exploratory, his tongue dancing between her lips, first slowly flicking against the tip of her tongue, then rolling. There's an obvious self-control there, a slow dance that can't happen if you're getting quick and sloppy.]
[Up close, there's the smell of musk and sandalwood. (He clearly takes pains to be pleasant for whoever he's with and he was worried what he might smell like with this new form.)]
[As one hand explores under the hem of her shirt the other is more affectionate, reaching up to cradle a cheek, his thumb gently caressing her face. He breaks off the kissing to only add to this open affection, kissing down along the line of her jaw, pressing hot kisses to her neck, the hand under her shirt reaching up to the small of her back to pull her even more closely to him.]
[There are hints of a tether already, just from the friendly moments they've had, just the edges of one that could be forming, strengthened by what they're doing. They don't need to fully engage in the act for him to already be feeling a fondness for her. When he's slept with someone that wasn't a stranger, there's always been that kind of warmth. Because he feels remote and distant enough from people for any form of connection to hold something warm.]
[Those are the first things to leak through. The first: a warmth and gentle feeling for her, a simple admiration for someone that he's getting a sense is a mix of sweetness and steel. Nothing too intense, nothing too fixated, just an earnest little bit of exuberance, a part of him going "oh, she seems rather brilliant, doesn't she? And lucky me, she wants to have some fun with me!" It's very playful.]
[The second thing through: something more quietly lonely underneath. A part of him that holds moments like this as precious, even if they don't last - knowing that they usually don't. Gathers them all together in a pile with other moments of love and connection from friends and loved ones, presses the entire pile close to a heart deeply wounded by something, and tells himself people wanting to be close in any way, means he's human.]
[But where others want to take, where they covet, his instinct is to give and to earn time and affection, as if it isn't simply warranted by existing. To give and give and give: Time. Care. Energy. Patience. Understanding. Pleasure.]