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[ Lifting his hands to slide them down her arms, fingers latching into hers and squeezing, his breaths coming out in short gasps and he's shifting beneath her, rolling up against her ]

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[squeezing right back, trying to move more steadily through her own gasps]

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It's good.

[ His voice is a little rough, but encouraging, and he's letting out another happy sound ]

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[startled by that, and rather obviously, but she visibly relaxes and quietly hums some contented noise, though the noise that follows is louder and breathier]

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[ Letting go of one of her hands to drag his fingers up the inside of her thigh, the pads brushing over sensitive skin and inching closer to their target ]

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[shivering and slipping from her rhythm, just a little, catching herself with a low sigh]

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[ Sliding his hand further up her leg and over just a tad, thumb pressing over the little nub of flesh and rubbing carefully ]

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[shuddering at his touch, instinctively reaching up to muffle the warm outcry with the back of her hand, hips rocking that much harder against his]

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[ Grunting as his own hips thrust upwards to meet her, fingers still brushing and rubbing over her clit with no real purpose other than to touch ]

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[Touch which is making her movements clumsier, fingers knotting in the blanket before she wrenches her hand away, dropping it over his chest and flicking a nipple with her thumb]

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[ Growling, his chest arching to meet her touch and his own hands sliding to her hips, gripping lightly and guiding her along in a steady motion ]

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[whimpering but trying to keep up with him, squeezing her legs around his]

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[ rubbing his hands over her hips, smiling awkwardly up at her and shifting a bit ]

Keep going.

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[I'm trying! gasping into the back of her hand and rocking against him, trembling hard]

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[ I am trying to be encouraging here!

And the sound he makes seems very pleased and he's rolling his hips under her, hands running up and down her hips and and thighs ]

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[and that was encouraging, and she's trying hard to move and get that sound out of him again]

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[ Probably not going to be difficult because he's already so sensitive and so ready to go, his breaths catching in his throat while his hand moves between her legs again, rubbing and pinching ]

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[like she isn't, breathing hard and pitchy and scratching his chest]

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[ That's just going to make him shudder even more, making a very undignified (but happy) sound in the back of his throat ]

T-Tomoko-chan ...

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[hearing that just makes her clutch at him harder, half a shaking mess]

Ryuusei-kun?

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[ Swallowing thickly and all but squirming under her ]

Nothing. It's good--great.

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Ri...ght...

[moving is taking precedence over breathing, nodding curtly]

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[ Grunting and tensing up beneath her, his hand squeezing at her hip and helping to guide her along ]

Alright?

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[no, this is too much to rein in, but she's nodding and gasping, letting her hand fall from her mouth to grip his fingers]

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[ Twisting his hand to grab hold of hers, squeezing reassuringly as his eyes narrow and his jaw clenches, chest heaving with rapid breaths ]