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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.

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[that ... helps, but really just to pull her focus back in]

Like this?

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[ Well to be fair his face is bright red, too ]

You can move however you want, like this.

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[rrrrrrrrredder? is that possible?]

I don't know if I know how. And, I don't want to... if it wasn't good for you...

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[ Talking about this is super, duper awkward but ]

Just ... do whatever feels right. Try whatever. There isn't really a wrong way.

[ Sliding his free hand up her thigh to her hip and resting it there ]

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[ten minutes ago I was a pure and untouched blushing virgin and now ........

well, now she's trying to even out her weight, shifting in place, not stopping the little sounds that come out as a result of all that. letting her eyes stay attentive on his face and easing shaky hands to the bed before she tries anything, an experimental roll of her hips]