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[ His breaths become shallower as her hands move - or maybe as the two of them move. He starts to massage further down her chest reluctantly, going slowly over her breasts to give them one more touch. ]

[♥♥ And I'll be heading off to sleep now! Good night~]

[She hums into the kiss and arches her chest into his hands. She never expected that to feel so good. And although she wonders if he would've liked similar treatment, she's a little set on her course of action right now...Her heart races again at the idea, but she wants to try it.

Her hands give a few moments' attention to his hips, and then she shifts a little and moves one hand experimentally down, over the front of his pants.]

[ ♥♥ Okay~ Sleep well! :D ]

[ He wouldn't have complained in the slightest if she touched his chest, too, but he's loved everything she's done. And he really, really loves her chest...

Even if it's what he's wanted (so much more than gyrating against her), he's still surprised when he feels her hand over his pants. There's something just as inherently embarrassing as it is exciting about having her feel how hard he is. It's too late to pretend otherwise, though. He automatically moans against her lips and presses his hips forward. For the moment, though, his hands freeze. ]

[♥♥ Thanks! I hope you did, too~]

[Maybe she can check out his chest another time. As it is, she probably shouldn't be surprised by how hard he feels, but it still takes her off-guard. For a second, she's overcome with embarrassment, and breaks the kiss to swallow the lump in her throat.]

T-Tyr, you...

[He's really excited. For her. Once she collects herself, she rubs her palm over him to get a better feel.]

[ ♥♥ I did, thanks! :3 ]

[ If he was embarrassed before, her reaction makes him more so. He stays frozen over her, body tense. How should he even respond to that?

She manages to collect herself faster than he can, though, and his automatic response is only a deep, needy moan. He can't believe she's actually... He squeezes his eyes shut, and when he finally finds what he wants to say, his voice is heavier and shakier than it was before. ]

Let's... Let's keep going...

[♥♥ That's great! :3]

[At first, she wonders if he's okay with it despite his obvious arousal, as fascinated as she is as she watches the expression on his face and hears his moan. His reply makes her feel a bit better--if still a little embarrassed over what she's doing--and she runs her hand over the fabric with a little more firmness.]

Yeah--how's that?

[ ♥♥ Yes :3 I hope your day is going well~ /o/ ]

[ Now he knows how embarrassed she must have been when he was feeling her breasts. He almost doesn't want to talk in case he can't hold in all the little sounds stuck in his throat. It feels so different when she's the one touching him.

Still, he can't help but act and sound just as excited as he feels. He buries his head against her shoulder, muffling his voice a little. ] Good--keep going.

[♥♥ Thanks! \o\ Pretty good so far--just studying again. |D You?]

[It was certainly a mix of wonderful and embarrassing, though the former started to win. Now, as the one doing the touching, she's amazed just listening to him. How much can she excite him?

When he lays his head against her, she moves her free hand up to tangle in his hair while her other hand settles into a more rhythmic, circular motion. Feeling bolder, she then whispers in his ear-] More?

[ ♥♥ Not bad! :3 I slept a lot after my class, so I'm feeling good now. ]

[ He takes a deep breath, getting used to the rhythm she's started. He still wants to control himself a little though she's making it difficult. All he wants is more of her. ]

Please...

[ One of his hands slides off of her to give him support while the other moves over her breast again more roughly and less smoothly than before. ]

[♥♥ Ooh, that's good! :>]

[She can't believe how needy he sounds when she doesn't even feel like she's done much yet. It's kind of amazing...

She breathes in happily when he touches her, nudging her chest into his hand, and keeps rubbing him. But she needs to give him more...Her hand stops for a moment, and she licks her lips before slipping it inside his pants--shoving them down as she goes--to feel his warm skin.]

[ ♥♥ Yeah :D I hope you get good rest, too /o/ ]

[ She's done a lot before she even started touching him there. He's not selfish enough to ignore her when she pushes her chest up into his hand, and responses by massaging her there.

Or he wouldn't be. He shakes a little when the air hits him and her hand touches his skin, gasping quietly then swallowing back the lump in his throat. ]

R-Rita... [ He presses his lips shut against her neck to muffle himself. ]

[♥♥ Thanks! Me too! :3]

[More than she realized...She shivers a little at the feeling of his lips right there at her neck, but even that can't take her focus away from how he sounds and how she wants to touch him.

She shoves his pants down just enough so that they're not in the way, and then her hand drifts over him. She does it lightly at first, curious and a little awkward, and then reminds herself that this is supposed to be more, so she rubs her palm against him.]

How--how's that?

[ ♥♥ I'm heading to class now, so this might be it for the next hour! Good luck with your studies! ]

[ He's pretty embarrassed by it as it is... That light touch makes him shiver and makes his fingers and toes curl. He really wants more than that curious, little touch, and when she puts her palm against him...it's hard not to act needy. He presses his hips forward against her. ]

More.

[ His lips stay against her skin as he responds, punctuating it with a little suck on her neck. ]

[♥♥ Okay, see you later!! o/]

[She shivers again and takes in a little breath.]

Yeah--m-more.

[She rubs him with her palm a few more times, then goes for more contact by wrapping her fingers around him. Now she can really feel him.]

[ ♥♥ Hello~! \o ]

[ She's really sensitive at her neck, he realises. And he wonders where else she is--

But the thought is broken by her hand wrapping around him. He gasps quietly, almost in relief, as he bites his lips shut. Just a little more... He can feel his blood rushing, and he really doesn't know what to do...

His fingers move to rub the tip of her nipple with his thumb. ]

You... [ She's really doing this. ] You want more, too, don't you?

[♥♥ Hi~! Welcome back!]

[Her face is still burning, but she really loves his reactions. She thinks she wants more of those.]

I...I-I want to give you more. [And now her face is really burning even though she wants to see how he reacts to that. With her hand wrapped around him, she starts stroking a little clumsily.]

[ ♥♥ Thank you! :3 /clings! ]

[ If she could see his face, it would be burning, too. He can't believe she really wants that--and he wants more, too. Even if her hand is clumsy, it's still good. It's Rita.

Her name comes out like a breathy whimper, and even as is body tenses, his hips still move into her hand. His own hand ends up flat against her while the other curls in the bedsheet. She can give him as much as she wants. ]

[♥♥ /holds!!]

[The way he says her name is really exciting--hot. This feels like a whole new side to Tyr that's still him...and she wants more of it. Although the way he moves into her hand makes her flush and think of other things, she keeps at it, stroking him harder and faster. Her other hand lets go of his hair and runs down his spine.]

[ ♥♥ ]

[ He definitely wouldn't want anyone else to see this side of him. The way she is with him is enough to make him let down his guard down; he can be needy and desperate and selfish. His breath comes out in shallow gasps as she speeds up, moving in pace with her. He doesn't even care if it's obvious what he's thinking of- her hands feel too good. ]

[♥♥]

[Knowing that she's the only one who can see him like this makes her feel so many things--special, loving, possessive, giving, all of it. She loves Tyr, and she really wants this right now--to have him react to her touch.

Her pace isn't even as she strokes him, but she keeps it fast and rough, running her fingers firmly up and down his spine at the same time.]

[ ♥♥ ]

[ Just like Rita. It's not how he'd do it himself, but he loves everything about her. His body shivers, but he doesn't stop rocking his hips; if anything, feeling her hand on his back makes him want more. It's like she's pushing him over the edge.

He buries his head into the crook of her neck as he tries to stifle the little sounds that rise from his throat, biting down a roughly and clumsily like he hadn't kissed her just like that a dozen times before. ]

[♥♥]

[Rita certainly has no idea how he'd do it himself, but knowing how much he likes what she's doing anyway--it's amazing. If she can keep going and push him over the edge, then she wants to. She really, really wants to.

And no matter how much he's already kissed her like that, it never stops making her shiver and moan, and her hands jerk against him more unevenly.]

[ ♥♥ I'm going to make more shippy icons someday. ]

[ His eyes open when he feels that - it sends a sort of shock and shiver through him - and he's almost tempted to pull away and look at her...but just almost. He wants to get that kind of reaction out of her just as much as he wants her to push him over the edge. Despite how heavily he's breathing, he bites her again, suckling hungrily at her skin as he does. Very hungrily. There's nothing slow or even about his movements now. ]

[♥♥ Eee, shippy icons...! I want to clean up that drawing enough someday, too!]

[She gasps and squirms from the sensation; even though she said she wanted to give him more, she really likes what he's giving her, too, and her hand pumps at him with continued rough, uneven movements.]

[ ♥♥ Shippy icons are the best kind of icons //// I would love to see your drawing cleaned up-! ]

[ He doesn't have enough impulse control to stop himself from pulling his hand away from her chest - replacing it with just his own - and putting it over hers. It's not so much to show her how to do it as it is to do it with her and make her more steady - if faster. Just a little more... His body curls up, his knees and his arm moving closer to her, as he keeps kissing her neck. ]

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