[He breathes in sharply, but he does step close, hands moving to run up along her arms.]
[He takes a shaky breath, can feel his heart pounding, but they're in her room with intent and unlikely to be interrupted.]
Well, a nest is supposed to be comfortable, right? I always wondered if, even if you liked pretty clothes, if that's really the most comfortable thing for you.
[ Boops her nose against his, as playful and as confident as ever. They've been flirting so much these past few weeks, and now she gets to touch, to feel and taste him... ]
Well, it is supposedly cold weather. [Says the boy from the far north.]
[There is a lot going on. Especially compared to modern styles with jeans, t-shirt and leather jacket. But he's certainly used to complicated clothes, and hands are nimble, working to undo the cape.]
And you do look very cute. Just think they'd look better around your nest then on you right now.
It is cold! [ Exaggerates a whine, pouting. ] Can't make myself all toasty without my magic, it's no fair. My toes are freezing.
[ But her complaints are belied by the twinkle in her eye, and the definite Promise in the way she squeezes his hip, massaging softly with her thumb. ]
Your clothes would be even better in my nest, I think. Maybe I'll keep them, weave them in with the blankets. [ Tugs at the hem of whatever top layer he's wearing ]
I mean, that is what shoes are for. [Teasing, and leaning closer.] Though maybe I can help you feel more toasty.
[He pushes away the cloak,hands moving to the top layer to work on undoing those.] Well, kind of need them to leave. [He moves to lightly kiss the side of her neck.] Though I could leave my jacket, if you like.
Shoes are dumb. [ It's hard to undress him when he's undressing her, so she contents herself instead with wiggling her fingertips down the back waistband of his trousers ]
But you, you're smart. Smart and cute and handsome, and warm, and right now, you're all mine ...
[ There's a definite purr to those words, and another at the kiss. She tilts her head with a low, happy hum, and ... if he looks real close, he may notice a small, circular mark under her jaw at the side of her neck, a shade or two pinker than her regular skin-tone ]
[Oh no, compliments. Why the compliments, he can't try to be cool with the feelings those make, especially when her fingers are snaking under his pants.]
[He makes an embarrassed groan, tugging at the ties of her upper layer.]
...I could stay the night. Still gotta leave at some point, I mean. You could keep the jacket a while, too. [He is keen to details, seeing the mark there and lightly nibbles at it, curious.]
You should stay the night. [ Her fingers sneak down lower - ]
[ But when he does that, nibbles right there, she goes so still she's almost tense with it, breathing in sharply. She yanks a hand out of his pants to cup the back of his head, fingers winding into his hair, holding tight but not yanking him either closer or away. ]
[ There's a taste to it, like her scent but subtly stronger, more concentrated ]
[He freezes at that reaction. He's still getting to know the finer points of Tea's reactions, but its hard to miss whatever it was, it was an intense one.]
[That is also a strange sensation, tasting something so sweet on someone.]
I thought it was a birthmark. Is that a bad reaction or a good one? [Either way, his hands undo the outer layer, leaving it loose on her shoulders.]
[ For a moment, she's confused. Then she remembers - right, humans don't have these things. She laughs, a breathy sound. ]
It's. Hmm, what's the best way to explain? It's a scent gland. Sensitive, vulnerable, all sorts of fun things like that. Touching there's intense. Like ... like ... almost like, you know humans shake hands when they meet? Getting all up in a scent gland for me's more like walking up and grabbing them by the dick.
[ Loosens up on his hair, sliding her fingers through to massage against his scalp instead ]
Y-Yeah. Bold's a word for it. [ And yet, she's not exactly protesting. ]
[ She's definitely protesting when he gets back at it, tilting her head to further expose her throat ] Mmmmfuck ... Let's, let's both get these layers off. Quicker. Faster. Now?
[ Once he's securely in her arms, she shuffles him right on over to her nest and (gently) drops him in there. It's very cozy and soft and snug, and thoroughly marked with her scent. ]
Like I said, it's like me doing this - [ Palms right over his crotch ] ... or something like that. Close enough.
If you don't already, you will by the time I'm done with you. [ She's a dragon on a mission, and that mission is to claim; to fan the flames between them and make sure that he knows, he knows, that he's precious to her. ]
[ Her palm presses more firmly, massaging him through the fabric. She doesn't try to stop him from going for her shirt, but she isn't making any move to help, either. ]
Mm, hey, hey. Rye? D'you think I could get your trousers off with my teeth?
[ He's been a distracting tease for long enough. Now it's her turn. ]
Hmm, I'm not complaining. S'mores mocha is a pretty good scent.
[His breathing hitches, hips jerking into her touch, eyes closing briefly.] Gods. [He keeps tugging at her shirt. Might have to pool it around her arms, but that's fine.]
[...oh.] I-I mean. Maybe? Jeans are a lot easier than knots. [They're just also tight because being streamlined is Important.]
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[The sound he makes is somewhere between a squeak, getting caught, and utter surprise.]
That-I-
[That blush is to his ears and down his neck now.]
Let's-
Let's start with human shaped. That.
Human first. D-dragon shaped is. Would be. A lot. For first. If that's okay.
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[ and ]
[ she laughs ]
'course it's okay! They're both me, and this form's got plenty to work with. [ Finally sets him back down on his feet once they're in her room ]
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It really does. You have a lot to work with either way, just.
I'm definitely interested, but it's a lot and I don't want to like.
Have it be too much.
[He lowers his hands to look at her shyly.] I really want the first to go well at least.
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That's fine. More than fine. [ Lifts his hand to kiss the back of one, then the other ]
I'll be happy with whatever we do, however it goes, because it's you.
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[What do I do with these feelings.]
I-w-well, good. Because I'm really excited. To get to do this with you.
[This blush isn't gonna go away, nor are these feelings, and he squeezes her hands.]
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[ Steps in closer, sliding one hand down to cup his hip ]
You were gonna tell me what you'd been thinking. I wanna hear all about it.
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[He takes a shaky breath, can feel his heart pounding, but they're in her room with intent and unlikely to be interrupted.]
Well, a nest is supposed to be comfortable, right? I always wondered if, even if you liked pretty clothes, if that's really the most comfortable thing for you.
Or maybe you'd be more comfortable without them.
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[ Boops her nose against his, as playful and as confident as ever. They've been flirting so much these past few weeks, and now she gets to touch, to feel and taste him... ]
Help me out of them?
[ There's a lot going on here ]
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[There is a lot going on. Especially compared to modern styles with jeans, t-shirt and leather jacket. But he's certainly used to complicated clothes, and hands are nimble, working to undo the cape.]
And you do look very cute. Just think they'd look better around your nest then on you right now.
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[ But her complaints are belied by the twinkle in her eye, and the definite Promise in the way she squeezes his hip, massaging softly with her thumb. ]
Your clothes would be even better in my nest, I think. Maybe I'll keep them, weave them in with the blankets. [ Tugs at the hem of whatever top layer he's wearing ]
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[He pushes away the cloak,hands moving to the top layer to work on undoing those.] Well, kind of need them to leave. [He moves to lightly kiss the side of her neck.] Though I could leave my jacket, if you like.
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But you, you're smart. Smart and cute and handsome, and warm, and right now, you're all mine ...
[ There's a definite purr to those words, and another at the kiss. She tilts her head with a low, happy hum, and ... if he looks real close, he may notice a small, circular mark under her jaw at the side of her neck, a shade or two pinker than her regular skin-tone ]
Could stay the night.
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[He makes an embarrassed groan, tugging at the ties of her upper layer.]
...I could stay the night. Still gotta leave at some point, I mean. You could keep the jacket a while, too. [He is keen to details, seeing the mark there and lightly nibbles at it, curious.]
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[ But when he does that, nibbles right there, she goes so still she's almost tense with it, breathing in sharply. She yanks a hand out of his pants to cup the back of his head, fingers winding into his hair, holding tight but not yanking him either closer or away. ]
[ There's a taste to it, like her scent but subtly stronger, more concentrated ]
R-Right for the glands? Really?
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[That is also a strange sensation, tasting something so sweet on someone.]
I thought it was a birthmark. Is that a bad reaction or a good one? [Either way, his hands undo the outer layer, leaving it loose on her shoulders.]
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It's. Hmm, what's the best way to explain? It's a scent gland. Sensitive, vulnerable, all sorts of fun things like that. Touching there's intense. Like ... like ... almost like, you know humans shake hands when they meet? Getting all up in a scent gland for me's more like walking up and grabbing them by the dick.
[ Loosens up on his hair, sliding her fingers through to massage against his scalp instead ]
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[There is a pause.] But if someone was being extremely bold and hands are busy with so many layers anyway.
[He drags his tongue across the gland, hands moving to (what looks like) one final top layer.]
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[ She's definitely protesting when he gets back at it, tilting her head to further expose her throat ] Mmmmfuck ... Let's, let's both get these layers off. Quicker. Faster. Now?
[ Fumbles to tug at his shirt, off, off, off ]
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[He nuzzles the spot this time, hands still stubbornly focused on undoing her shirt. Which really does make it hard to pull off his shirt.]
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[ Grumbles, and rather than accept this huge injustice she grabs for his hips with both hands, hefting him up ]
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[Then he laughs.] Man, its not as easy to tease you, but gotta say, you have pretty great reactions when I find a way to.
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... Well!
[ Once he's securely in her arms, she shuffles him right on over to her nest and (gently) drops him in there. It's very cozy and soft and snug, and thoroughly marked with her scent. ]
Like I said, it's like me doing this - [ Palms right over his crotch ] ... or something like that. Close enough.
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[A hand moves up to pull her closer, the other reaching for her last shirt.] I know. But still, your reactions were worth it.
Plus that spot smelled really nice. I imagine I'm gonna have that smell on me for a while, huh?
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[ Her palm presses more firmly, massaging him through the fabric. She doesn't try to stop him from going for her shirt, but she isn't making any move to help, either. ]
Mm, hey, hey. Rye? D'you think I could get your trousers off with my teeth?
[ He's been a distracting tease for long enough. Now it's her turn. ]
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[His breathing hitches, hips jerking into her touch, eyes closing briefly.] Gods. [He keeps tugging at her shirt. Might have to pool it around her arms, but that's fine.]
[...oh.] I-I mean. Maybe? Jeans are a lot easier than knots. [They're just also tight because being streamlined is Important.]
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