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[A fluttery whimper as he continues that mix of very present and barely there contact, and it's not long before her hips fall back into an easy rhythm, nudging up towards the feather and back to close the scant distance between them. The hand at his hip stays there despite the awkward angle, holding gently just to keep the contact]

[He kisses down along her neck - nips at the skin there, soft, even as his breath catches at the way she moves against him]

[Between her legs, the feather creeps forward, searching for that sensitive nub at the front - focuses its attention there, drawing tight circles as his other hand scritches through feathers, nails dragging light against the skin]

Edited 2021-11-17 03:38 (UTC)

[The rock of her body ramps up easily at the nips and the nails and the faint, damp drag over her panties, and she whines, easy.

Eyes lidding, she arches back into him with just as much pressure as the feather doesn't give her, as if craving any contact she can get.]

Cross...

[He isn't quite able to stifle a sound, as she rocks against him; he shifts, acutely aware of the way she sounds, and the way she moves, and the hand still on his hip]

[His own hands keep up their work, massaging and teasing in turn]

That's... that's probly good.

Go on and - and start the countdown.

[It takes her a few rocks before she catches what he's asking, pulling away enough to start up the machine with a whine.

A peppy voice encourages them to get their best shots ready! Xia flares out her wings a bit, feathers ruffling from wingtip to toe. Then she leans back, quite deliberately grinding into the thin fabric of his costume just as the countdown ticks down]

[His mouth comes open a little, in a mostly soundless gasp; it's hard to miss the way his hips judder forward to meet the rocking of her hips. On the screen, his face is flushed and his pupils dilated]

[Off the screen, the feather between her legs finally pulls away, to be replaced with two of his fingers, solid pressure after the endless teasing]

[The hand still on her wings digs in a little more firmly, fingers raking through the feathers as though combing them out]

[She huffs out something like a laugh as she finally gets a rise out of him, and she's soft and yielding as he rocks into her.

Though, this triumph is short-lived as he finally swaps the teasing touches for real ones, and she squawks with surprise. On the screen her eyes go wide, lips parted in a drawn-out cry as she snags herself on the flats of his fingers.]

[She doesn't have to press far; he's as obliging now as he wasn't before, rubbing firm circles against her clit through the sodden fabric of her panties]

[He's more than a little distracted now, by the softness of her - by the way he can't seem to stop shifting against her, restless. In his distraction, he's forgotten about the hand on her wing, which is holding loosely to the base, thumb rubbing an idle back-and-forth]

[He has the presence of mind to nip at her neck again, though, a sharp touch soothed by kisses]

Nn... Jacob...

[Even with her wings left to their own devices, she seems plenty occupied with arching between his hand and his front. On screen her head rolls back to rest on his shoulder; her lashes sink low over her dark cheeks flushed dark with each panting breath.

Out of frame, the hand at his hip creeps farther back, squeezing at the meat of his thigh and tugging him more flush against her, apparently happy to urge him as far into distraction as she already is]

[On screen, he has to break off nipping at her neck - gasps, as her hand finds his thigh and draws him nearer. His cheeks are very dark, and the kisses, when he resumes them, are soft but urgent, as though he's trying to cover as much of her as he can reach]

[Below the range of the camera, it's easy enough to tell how distracted he is - how distracted he's been for some time, by the feel of it. His costume is very thin, after all, and the shape of him is evident, hard and straining, as he shifts furtively up against her]

[The hand at the front leaves off its steady circles - begins a slow stroking motion, instead, starting at that sensitive nub and then pressing backward - inward - the kind of motion that would have eased a finger inside, if not for the wet cloth still covering her. When he reaches his goal, he scratches gently with his nails, through the fabric, and then drags it forward again, back up to her clit, only to repeat the same motion]

Edited 2021-11-17 20:14 (UTC)

[She curses, sharp, and rocks up urgently into his hand--rocks back just as hard into his cock, movements not very furtive at all. Her hand grips harder at his leg, tugging him closer to prove out just how thin his costume is--or perhaps just how evident her own interest is.

The camera catches her deep flush and helpless expression as he works her over, though it's not long before she twists to try and meet his lips with her own, even as she continues to squirm against him]

[He makes a soft, wanting sort of sound into the kiss; it isn't entirely muffled by her mouth, and another follows, closer to a whimper, as she rocks back against him]

[He presses into the kiss readily - hungrily - opening his mouth to allow her in. The hand on her wing has begun to pet at the feathers again, decidedly distracted; the one between her legs continues to keep the same path, forward and back, steady and intent through the thin, damp fabric]

[The sound that leaves her mouth is most certainly a whimper. More follow as she arches between the hand in her feathers and the one inbetween her legs, and leak from the kiss as she does her best to lick into his mouth and at the softness of his lips. Despite her enthusiasm, both efforts begin to waver, as she breaks the kiss for breath, and the snap of her hips starts to lose beats against his steady rhythm]

Jacob-- I'm-- Can I--

[She breaks off, biting at her lower lip as she shivers against him, clutching harder at his hips]

[On the screen, the last of the pictures catches the dazed look on his face - the flush that's crept down his neck - the way he's leaning in, as though all he really wants to do is kiss her again]

[He shudders, hard - can't help but press forward into her, one final, restless roll of his hips. Then he bites at his own lip and takes a shaky breath in - leaves off rubbing at her, with obvious effort, as he eases back just a little]

Said... said we were gonna go somewhere else, right?

We probly better get moving.

Jacob...

[Her hips chase after him, unable to stop. With a whine she squirms closer even as he eases back, putting together as convincing of an argument as she can, given the rush of her pulse and the fog in her head]

But I don't wanna go, I wanna come...

[Brilliant]

[His breath catches at her words - at the way she squirms to follow him - at the look on her face]

[He takes hold of her hips, with just as much effort as it took to pull away - holds onto her, gentle, though he can't suppress a shudder of his own]

...promised you somewhere more private, didn't I?

Don't wanna break a promise.

[She whines again, another of those gen 1 pokemon sounds, and leans into the grip of his hands, as if contact is contact, regardless of where]

...S'posed to be private spots close, right? Figure you can't get too far like that anyways...

[Reaches back to confirm best she can]

[He definitely can't get far like this; through the thin fabric of his costume, it's easy to tell how tight his boxer-briefs have become, and if she gropes up underneath to explore his underwear directly, the damp spot in the cloth over the swell of his erection is painfully evident]

[His eyes flutter closed as he presses into the touch, without meaning to; he bites down on his lip, trying to get ahold of himself]

Y-yeah. They said there were gonna be places, right?

So we can just grab the pics and go.

Hope that ain't all I can grab...

[Down a good hand she doesn't dare attempt to goose him without being able to see what she's doing. But she drags the back of her hand up the slope of his costume, slow and deliberate, even as she steps a little away from him]

...Go on, get your pics. I can manage a walk if it means you gotta do one, too.

[He shivers, hard, at the slow path her hand takes - rocks into it, before he can quite stop himself]

[Then he nods, a little shaky - nods again, and licks at his lips]

Yeah. That's - yeah.

Guess we better, uh. Better get going.

[He's uncharacteristically clumsy as he goes to collect the pictures, and the flush goes deeper still as he catches sight of their faces in the second set]

[She watches as he goes, and lets out a coo as he bends to get the photos. The tips of her wing trail over the curve of his ass as she passes by, finally peeking out of the booth]

...Over there, maybe.

[There are a number of vehicles parked not too far away; perhaps in the dim lighting no one will notice just how flushed or rumpled they look in the interim]

[He shivers, softly, at the touch of her feathers - bites down on his lip, photos in hand, to peek out after her]

...you think being inside's gonna be enough cover?

...Planning on being louder'n that?

[Flushes,]

...I mean.

Not on purpose.

[She smiles, slow, and leans in against him. Unless he keeps moving, her hand begins to creep familiarly down his back]

Well then. Just gotta do your best....

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