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[ That was only part of it.

But he's lifting himself up to brace his palms at either side of her head, watching her face carefully ]

Does it hurt?

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[looking up at him, hands sort of absently clasping together, and how much can be said ... ]

... Mm... but it's, not enough to stop.

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[ SO MUCH CONCERN ]

Should I wait?

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[concernicus rex]

I'm alright.

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[ Leaning in to kiss her mouth again and slowly rocking toward her, still ever-so-careful and very alert ]

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[kissing back and reaching a hand up to close around his, squeezing warmly]

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[ Squeezing back affectionately, hips rocking at a slow, steady pace and still kissing, murmuring against her mouth ]

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[kissing at his lips, quick and light, all good distractions]

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[ Distractions are good because at some point he'll trust fully in, hissing against her mouth ]

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[and that will get a soft, sharp little noise in reply, tensing and tightening up for a long moment before she can remember to breathe and start to relax again]

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[ Making a pleased sound, his movement still careful but picking up the pace a bit ]

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[squeezing his hand again, threading the rest of her fingers through his hair in long, slow strokes]

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[ Sliding his hand along her thigh and down to her knee, tugging it up against his side to get a big better of an angle and thrusting deeper, his whole body trembling against her ]

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[shaking pretty good herself, letting go of his hand to pull him down and drop kisses against his neck]

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[ Nnnnot complaining and sliding a hand up to cup her breast, squeezing lightly and running his thumb over the nipple, his hips rocking steadily

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[that gets a noise from the back of her throat and then she's lifting up, leaning into his hand]

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[ So very pleased and his hips are rolling in a slow, steady rhythm; muscles trembling with the effort to stay calm and his hand's working over her chest, rolling a nipple between his fingers. His head's tilting and dropping, teeth scraping over the skin of her shoulder ]

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[Gasping, then making a louder sound, lips parting as she shivers and her hand's splaying across his chest, fingertips coiling down his side]

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[ Shaking against her hand and screwing his eyes shut, lowering his head to rest his forehead on her shoulder ]

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[laying her cheek on his head, half nuzzling] Ryuusei-kun...

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[ Tilting his head to nuzzle at her cheek ]

Are you all right?

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Fine. [still a little weird, but it's nice and warm and he is so attentive] And you?

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[ He is trying super, duper hard to make this a good thing. ]

Great.

[ But this is going to be about the time he drops one hand to her hip and slides the other one around her back and he rolls over carefully, pulling her on top ]

It might be ... easier for you.

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[well if she wasn't before, she is now quite definitely fifteen shades of red all at once, fingers scrabbling across his chest almost uselessly trying to grip]

Easier?

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[ Reaching for one of her hands and rubbing his thumb over the back of it in an attempt to soothe ]

More comfortable.