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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 ]

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[squeezing back and flagging hard, panting and gasping and making soft noises]

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[ Making a strangled noise in the back of his throat, his whole body trembling with the effort of trying to keep himself calm in favor of letting her do her thing ]

[switchcraft]

[like you had no part in this! letting out a sound that's almost a whimper, fingers tightening around his hand before she drags his hand back between her legs]

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[ I will not deny my part in this! I'm simply saying that I'm letting you do what's comfortable for you.

And since she put it there herself he won't waste time, fingers rubbing over the nub of flesh in an awkward rhythm ]