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[featherbeaned]

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[featherbeaned]

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 ]

[protectshisown]

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.

[featherbeaned]

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 ]

Could stay the night.

[protectshisown]

[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.]

[featherbeaned]

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 ]

R-Right for the glands? Really?

[protectshisown]

[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.]

[featherbeaned]

[ 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 ]

[protectshisown]

Ah. So not the thing to go for by default.

[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.]

[featherbeaned]

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?

[ Fumbles to tug at his shirt, off, off, off ]

[protectshisown]

[He chuckles against her neck.] I don't know. I kind of like teasing you. [He sounds quite amused.]

[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.]

[featherbeaned]

Ryyyyeeeeeeeeeeee

[ Grumbles, and rather than accept this huge injustice she grabs for his hips with both hands, hefting him up ]

[protectshisown]

[He squawks at that, hands going to her shoulders to help balance himself, looking quite startled.]

[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.

[featherbeaned]

Yes, well!

... 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.

[protectshisown]

[There's another squawk as he's dropped, which turns into a startled, loud moan as she touches him, half hard already, hips bucking up instinctively.]

[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?

[featherbeaned]

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. ]

[protectshisown]

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.]

[featherbeaned]

You mean, it's the best scent.

[ Briefly boops her nose against his, nuzzling affectionately. The boop soon becomes a kiss, and the kisses begin to wander; one to his lips, a few pressed along his jaw, down his neck to linger over his pulse. ]

[ She pauses there, though, sitting up and pulling her shirt off the rest of the way. It reveals a cute sports bra, with a convenient zip at the front ]

Hmmmmmmm, let's give it a go. I've been wondering what you taste like.

[protectshisown]

[He chuckles.] Well, I suppose I could be convinced. [He leans closer to her, kissing her back, as long as he can before she's gone again, moving down, his breathing getting quicker, head tilting back for her, shivering as she focuses on his pulse.]

[His fingers brush over her sides, looking her over as her shirt it tossed aside. He swallows, and he pulls off his jacket, hesitating a moment as he moves to take off his shirt for her.]

Well, uh...y-yeah. Yeah, we can give it a go. [He's very red, but smiling.]

[featherbeaned]

[ The sound she makes when he takes off his shirt for her is positively delighted, a happy trilling chirp. She's quick to move down, kissing and gently nibbling at the newly exposed skin across his collarbone and down his chest, tasting him. ]

I promise to be very, very, very careful with my teeth. [ Smiles at him with a flash of fang ]

[protectshisown]

[He goes scarlet at the chirp followed by gasps and sift moans as he feels her mouth on sensitive skin. One hand going to the back of her head, wanting her close, fingers idly combing through her hair. Tge other to her side, running along her skin, slow and exploring.]

[He stares as her mouth, licking his lips briefly.] I mean....you don't have to be super careful.

[featherbeaned]

Oh, don't I? D'you want me to wreck you?

[ She pauses to nuzzle into his hand in her hair, lashes fluttering in pleasure. But she's back to it soon enough, working her leisurely way down, down, down, making good use of her lips and tongue and teeth all the while. ]

[ Until she's finally there, pressing kisses just above the waistband of his jeans. ]

[protectshisown]

[His eyes widen a bit, face getting darker.] ....yes. I...I really think I do.

[His breathing hitches, mixed with soft sighs and quiet moans as she moves down, hands moving to her hair. He gently pets her, fingers combing through her hair, sometimes a light scrarch at her ears, though never more right now.]

[He never looks away, even as he squirms under her, a notuceable bukge in his rather tight jeans. Though at least he doesn't wear a belt.] Gods, you're really pretty.

[featherbeaned]

[ Her purr kicks up ]

[ by a whole lot ]

[ His blush, his touch, his words, his compliments, the strain of his erection against his tight trousers ... and all of it's for her, just for her ]

Mmhm...? [ She'd use her words, but she's a little busy unbuttoning his jeans with her teeth ]

[protectshisown]

[He shivers as he hears her purr, hands still working through her hair, massaging her scalp, so he can touch, feel her, giving her some pleasure as he watches her work the button and zipper, cock twitching in his pants.]

[He licks his lips and...well, Hurricane says his mouth his dangerous.]

You're gorgeous. Soft and pretty and strong and gods, I really do want you to bite me. I've wanted to feel you since the first time we kissed. Can't tell you how many times I've imagined what it would have been like if we didn't stop in the clothing store.

How many tines I touched myself thinking of you.

[featherbeaned]

[ She's always known he can talk, has always liked to listen to him, but wow, stars above, he can talk ]

[ There's a few seconds where she pauses, looking up at him from under her lashes and her messy bangs, those jewel-bright eyes of hers dark. Intent. ]

I'd have fucked you against the wall 'til all you knew was my name. [ And then she's back to it, the button popping open. The zipper follows, dragged slowly, teasing. ]