crossmyheartandhope | Monster Bingo 3.0 Overflow

[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....

Wh-what, to keep it down?

[Shivers,]

If you can do that, we got no problem, right?

[She sets her wing to curl around him as well, soft against him]

Well... how bout you?

[He leans in a little - runs a funger along the edge of her wing]

You gonna be able to keep it down okay?

[Shudders, breath shaky at the back of her throat]

...That's your problem, ain't it?

What, if you're loud?

[He runs a few fingers through this time, ruffling the feathers]

Yeah...

[Her voice catches, suddenly rather breathless even as she leans into him]

If it's your fault, you should take responsibility...

[The trails through her feathers grow a little firmer, nails scratching light against the skin]

...maybe we oughtta go a little further out than just one of those cars.

[Groans, light, her eyes glazing over with the contact]

Mmm... Don't care where, just want you...

[Scratches through again, just as deliberate, before giving her wing a final stroke and pulling away]

...c'mon. Guess we better get moving, then.

[An involuntary whine as he pulls away, quickly followed by a flush as she catches herself]

Yeah...yeah. Just--lead the way.

[Takes her by the hand and heads on out]

[He is decidedly flushed - ducks his head a little, self-conscious at how rumpled he is and the fact that he can't help but walk a little lopsided, thanks to the continuing distraction,]

[Unless she makes a move to pull them toward the (closer) cars, though, he's aiming for the door]

[She has not watched enough American teen movies to romanticize making out in a car, and he'd seemed to know what he wanted, so she doesn't attempt to take the lead. She does, however, attempt to worm her way past the hem of his clothes at her nearest opportunity as they walk, sorry-not sorry]

[His breath catches, a little; considering the costume, there's nothing there to prevent her from reaching up as far as she wants, to bare thighs or even the parts covered by his underwear, though as soon as he feels her reaching, his (mostly) steady pace misses a step. Perhaps though, given the deepening flush, that is more a bug than a feature]

[It takes him a beat to recover - another, to loop an arm around her, casual (?) for an excuse to bury his fingers in the feathers of the opposite wing]

[She chirps out a protest(???), wings and tail feathers ruffling closer as her steps falter already. Stumbling into him she catches herself on his side, which definitely isn't just an excuse to run her hand inside the open neckline of his shirt, talons skimming over the freckled skin inside]

[He sucks in a gasp, at her wandering hand - shifts a little, biting at his lip]

[The arm around her tightens a little to catch her when she stumbles, instinctively, which also means that the whole length of his arm is pressing agaisnt her wings,]

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