crossmyheartandhope | Monster Bingo 3.0 Overflow

[The obi comes open easily enough, despite the awkward positioning, and when it's moved aside, it's plain that there really isn't much to the costume. Underneath he's bare, a pale swath of freckled skin broken only by the tight black contours of his boxer-briefs, the wet spot above the swell in them sizeable and difficult to miss]

[The hand on her thigh runs higher, over the curve of her hip and the swell of her rear, giving a soft squeeze, the other hand still toying distractedly with her tail feathers]

Y-yeah?

[She groans at the feeling of his hands on her--or perhaps just at the sight of him laid out before her. Either way she wets her lips, hands smoothing greedily over his skin of his chest and the softness of his belly. Her talons curl in as she continues past the delicate skin below his navel and drags her knuckles up the slope of his shorts and down again, as slow and gentle as she can bear]

...Undress me. I-I wanna feel you...

[Her voice is soft and obviously self-conscious, though--for once--she doesn't attempt to hide any more than the deep flush and fogged glasses that already cover her face.]

[He moans, soft and heartfelt, at the feel of her fingers dragging so gently over the front of his shorts - can't seem to help the way he bucks up into the touch, breath stuttering in his throat]

J-jesus. Yeah. I want -

Yeah.

[His hands are trembling a little, against the corset, fumbling to figure out how it's undone. He shifts beneath her as he works, restless and wanting - manages to get the laces undone and begins to work it free, attempting to lift it up and over her head]

[She helps best she can with wings and limbs in the way--which honestly isn't all that helpful at all. It would probably be easier if she could keep her hands off him for longer than five seconds, but that apparently actually is too much to ask given the dig of her teeth into her lip and the luminous gaze sweeping from the pink of his cheeks to the bob of his adam's apple to the full-body tremble beneath him. The backs of her hands follow the same path over his skin, distracted from her own order in favor of getting more of him--rocking against him with purpose]

[He groans softly as she continues to rock against him, shuddering as her hands continue to explore. Through the fabric of his underwear, she can feel the heat of him - the way he twitches, hips rocking shallowly even as he tries to wrestle with the corset]

[If she won't lift her hands up overhead, he has no choice but to undo it entirely - seems to be having trouble concentrating enough to manage, though he finally works it free, tugging it away to discard on the car mats below]

[This is rewarded with a kiss, not that she needs a particular reason to give him one, but he gets a couple regardless, hot and needy and sucking at his tongue. Which again, isn't helping a ton, unless dragging her knuckles up his thighs and down his ribs counts as help, and perhaps it does.

That said, without the girdle it's more obvious that the dress is more apron than anything, open in back for feathers to sprout, and just tied a few places for decency. Decency which is much less necessary now, with her skirts around her waist and easily meeting the shift of his hips. Her hands grip below his thighs before she catches herself, curling her fingers back in for safety.]

[He groans, long and low - catches himself, and flushes dark, trying to tamp down on the sound]

[It's hard, though, with the heat of the kiss and the slow drag of her hands and way she's moving against him - with the skin unveiled now that the girdle is free]

[Still, she asked him to do something, so he reaches for the hem of her skirt, trying to ease it upward to finish undressing her. And if his hands press to her thighs and sides more than strictly necessary along the way - if he grazes over her breasts - surely he can be forgiven for being a little distracted]

[She groans to match, shivering against him before attempting to get him to ramp that sound back up. Her hands run a slow track up and down his thighs, thumbs flicking at his waistband careful over his hipbones, and her feathers rustle as he easily pulls the rest of the dress away.

There's very little underneath: low-slung panties in a shiny bronze color not too different from her skin, and the match to his pendant that she'd worn every day since she'd gotten it, and nothing in between. So it's perfectly obvious that he is more than welcome to be distracted if the distraction means more of his attention, and she finally presses into him, chest to chest]

[His eyes flicker over the newly exposed skin, taking in the view: the curve of her hips and the swell of her breasts; the panties, so unlike her usual style, plainly picked for the costume; the necklace, there against her heart, to match the one that rests near his]

[He thinks of her, before this, picking out the panties - thinks about how, if she'd put this much care into them, she must have expected them to be seen. He thinks about her thinking about the necklace, the only part of the costume that doesn't match, and deciding to leave it there regardless]

[All at once, the heat of his desire is all but eclipsed by the new warmth that floods through him, almost unbearably fond, and he reaches out to pull her to him, guiding her in close]

[She flushes at him examining her even as she arches her back a little, angling her head just so to perhaps look more graceful or appealing. Nevertheless she easily lies flush against him, heart pounding in double time compared to his own.

The fact that she can feel his heart in the first place--that the warmth coming from him isn't due to being a tree spirit but just from being here and real and alive--that's still heady and fresh. A pleased noise starts in her chest, and she snakes her arms around him, nosing in even closer]

[She looks plenty appealing, whatever the head angle she decides on - feels plenty appealing, the warm tangle of her limbs with his own and the soft embrace of her arms]

[He reaches up to return it, arms going around her, and he has to reach under her wings to do manage. His hands run slowly up her back, as though discovering her for the first time - and perhaps he doesn't intend to ruffle her wings from the underside quite so thoroughly, but it really is difficult to hold her properly without rubbing up against them, and he certainly doesn't plan to give up one for the other]

[The feel of his (warm) hands over her back would be enough on their own to make her squirm against him--and she does, pleased to arch into his touch.

But the ruffle of his feathers is impossible to ignore, not after all the teasing--not close enough to smell him and taste him and share breath. She doesn't try, eyes fluttering shut as she grinds up into him, something high-pitched and breathless caught in her throat]

[His breath catches in his throat as she rocks against him; his hips shudder up off the car seat, pressing him against her. With most of their clothing gone, the heat is incredible, and he bites at his lip, hips shifting in a shallow, restless sort of rhythm]

Jesus.

That feels...

I-- Yeah...

[Any more thought than that seems wasted effort when she could instead be feeling, hitching down as he rises up, stuttered sounds barely matching her movements. She half-remembers to stroke at his sides or to ruffle through his foliage, but with the heat of him beneath her--the shape of him clear even through their underwear it's incredibly difficult to focus on much else]

Y-yes, Jacob...

Xia, oh my god -

[The rest of the words leave him on a groan, low and faltering; his hips hitch up against her, one leg coming up to wrap around the back of her thigh, trying to hook her in closer still. He hands comb restlessly throught he feathers of her wings, and he's drawn up tight and trembling now, not far from finishing after all the time in the photo booth]

Ah-- Please--

[Her voice cracks with desperation as she rubs up against him in double time, high and breathless as he ruffles through her wings. Suddenly she can't even think of teasing even as much as she had at the photo booth, dripping at the fry in his voice and the tremor in his cock and the message that shoots to her brain each time he runs through her feathers to mate, now.

The most she can manage is to rock when he rolls; to scrape up his sides with the flats of her talons. Her eyes scrunch shut and her mouth falls open as she ruts artlessly up against him, rhythm already beginning to falter]

Please, I'm-- Jacob--

G-god, Xia - I want - I wanna see you -

[His voice is breathless and faltering; the motion of his hips is faltering, too, falling into something desperate and erratic as he climbs those last few steps to the top]

[Possibly he doesn't get to see what he wants to see, though - because he's coming, then, and his eyes squeeze closed when he does. For an endless few moments, there's nothing but the rush of pleasure rolling over him in waves as he shakes his way through it, well and truly making a mess out of his boxer briefs]

[She calls out his name once--twice--goes to a wordless cry as her control finally falls away and sparks fly behind her closed lids. Her wings flare against the car roof as she helplessly shudders against him, nails pricking at his skin as she clutches desperately at his hips--flying on the feel and the smell and the taste of him, even here inside]

[It's a long few moments before he's finished, tremors still running through him as he drifts back to earth]

[His eyes drift open again; he looks up toward her, dazed and a little wondering, to watch her face for the last of it]

[She can't even flush at him watching, too overwhelmed with sensation to do anything but throw her head back as she rides out her orgasm, apparently spurred on by each of his tremors and aftershocks.

Her eyebrows are knotted tight, lashes dark, damp smudges against her cheeks. Her jaw is slack and voice hoarse. The arch of her back and the grip on his hips stays insistently firm, lower lips still trembling against his fading erection, her own panties equally as ruined]

[At length she finally begins to slow, sagging against him with great, heaving breaths]

[He gets his arms up around her, gentle - strokes a shaky hand over her bare shoulder]

[At length he bends his head, careful, and presses a kiss there, as well]

...you okay?

[She just shivers, letting out a long, fluttery sigh. Warm breath washes against his bare skin as she leans in to kiss over his pulse point]

[He pets against her side, gentle, palm very warm over her ribs]

...Xia...?

Mmm...

[She shifts, feathers ruffling from tip to tail, and kisses at the other side of his neck]

[Keeps petting, gentle; he tips his head a little, to give her better access]

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