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[ From here. ] [ Eyebrows lift a little higher. ]

Well, it wasn't dirty talk, no. Didn't think it was supposed to be, though.

[ And there are other options, but he doesn't feel like 'through clothes' would go over well with someone so intent on bare skin, and the nymph card is a lot less interested in 'fucking someone raw' in the woods than the were card was. So, this is where they are. His gaze moves over Kit's face, so measuring. ]

You sure you're gonna be any more up for letting someone else take care of you after than you are right now?

[ Because he is not getting the impression that this is transitory. ]

[ he almost gives a real smile at that, and certainly gives a breathless, almost silent laugh. progress. ]

I'll be less worried about returning the favor later.

[ running a hand through his bangs as he stands, Kitsu carefully pins some of his hair aside with the flower crown still tangled in it. ]

And you'd be giving me a focus for longer.

[ Progress is good. ]

—Deal.

[ At least his prom outfit is ~easy access~ for that kind of thing. Lupine moves to lean back against the tree, but slow, his eyes on Kit the whole time.

What kind of guy are you, Kit? Gonna just flip the shirt-dress up and get down to business, or would you rather undress him? ]

[ even when he wants to be rough and forward with others (sometimes with moderate success, even), there's an underlying current of softness, of mindfulness. he hesitates, considering—because he's always considering—and lands on slowly pulling clothing off rather than pushing it aside.

all the while, he's leaning in to first trail gentle kisses along Lupine's stomach and his chest as the long shirt-dress comes off.

but, even though his default is cautiousness with others, he can learn. and he had. without warning, he grabs both of Lupine's shoulders, trying to slam him more forcefully back into the tree (and indeed, this might be where Lupine notices that while he's not underweight by any means, he probably could have stood to eat more regularly). he reaches, grabbing a fistful of Lupine's hair and yanking his head downward.

watch me, he tries to say without the burden of finding the words.

in the absence of protest or guidance otherwise, he meets Lupine's gaze, pulling back to trail alternating bites and kisses along one thigh while digging his fingernails into the other, kneading over the marks in the skin as they darken.

naturally, he's teasing, making sure the message is received before taking a step further. ]

[ —He could be into either of Kit's approaches here, but the combination startles him, widens his eyes again and has him watchful even before hnn the hair-pulling tries to force the issue. Wets his lips, starts to say something — stops, cut off in a soft hiss at the play of more pain...

Lupine gets a hand in Kit's hair, arresting him just briefly so that he can murmur, however breathlessly, ]

You don't have to try so hard. [ Gray-turned-silver eyes intent on Kit's face, the expression there. ] I'm here. I'm watching you. I want this.

[ letting his grip on Lupine's hair loosen long enough for their eyes to meet, Kitsu has to bite his lip to keep from verbalizing any kind of squeak or cry—not surprise, not fear, but he isn't quite ready to let it show that maybe Lupine isn't the only one who doesn't mind having his hair tugged a bit. ]

I always do. Why would this be different? [ he moves to lean a little closer, letting his own voice drop as his warm breath dusts over Lupine's skin. ]

Guess you'll just have to put the effort in later, too. Wow me. [ the smile he gives is almost too sweet for the situation, as many of his often are. then, with a honed reflex, he sinks his fingernails in the skin of Lupine's thigh as he yanks at that hair again, dragging his tongue up the length of Lupine's cock before sealing his lips around the tip, letting the vibrations of his soft, almost innocent laugh reverberate through. ]

[ ~~Noted.~~ ] [ And he definitely started to say something in response, another protest, because that's really not what he meant — but... well, he's only human; that's all pretty distracting, at least for a moment. His head falls back and he hisses, taut.

Eventually, very husky, ]

Never said — don't put in any... effort...

[ hearing the change in Lupine's voice only encourages him to first take in more with a swift, deliberate swallow, only to pull back to give himself room to speak. while Kitsu does not completely pull free, he grants himself enough freedom to laugh again easily, the sound still sweeter than the situation implores.

he'd considered saying something, but the moment there's the threat of even allowing logic and thoughts to run circles around him as they often do, he moves himself forward and takes more of Lupine in yet again, letting his muffled voice spill out unintelligibly as he alternates between harsh swallows and patterns of soft sucking. in the interest of keeping physically occupied, he continues scratching at Lupine's thigh at first in an almost clumsy kneading motion, soon flipping to his outer thigh and dragging the sides of his nails down along the exterior, harsh, deliberate.

despite the sounds ringing out between them, his half-narrowed eyes, his garbled voice, his softened expression speaks to a comfort in the rhythm, in the tangible focus. he could be doing terribly, and for once he might not even have it in him to care. ]

[ A sharp sound in response to that, and he catches at Kit's hair, but the lines rise blue to the surface instead of red.

It's gonna take more than that, but Kit's deliberate focus is definitely eventually rewarded here; eventually, Lupine will shudder, going very still, a taut noise between his teeth and a definite loosening of his grip on Kit's hair.

Breathy, ]

This'd — be where you should... probably... back off, if you don't wanna swallow.

[ in return, Lupine is awarded a look that all but screams:

are you fucking kidding me do I not look like I know exactly what I'm in for. (really, he appreciates the consideration and would do the same, but he's busy, so there's that.)

but rather than back off, he just goes harder, his swallowing muffled and backed up by idle humming. come on. do it. ]

[ —Man, he does not have an even slightly decent bead on you, but he shuts his eyes, rests his weight back against the tree trunk, and — lets himself hnnngh go. ]

Fine. [ Very guttural, and he has to pause to paint. ] Sorry I asked.

[ Like his blood, if Kit cared to lick at any of the scratches, his cum tastes a little funny right now: not especially bitter, which is normal for him, and sort of floral, which is decidedly not. Notes of rosehips and something that somehow tastes like fresh-cut grass smells.

Surprise! ]

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