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[Ah

Ah.

She shifts along with him, steady where he is not--nipping and kissing at what she can reach of his ear and temple as she continues to work over his back. Of course she changes the rhythm and rhyme before he can get too overstimulated by any one thing, sweeping her hands in broad, gentle circles over his hips and ass at one moment; pressing deep into the muscles at the base of his wings another, tapping lightly over the space inbetween after that. She wishes she could see his face--the expressions must be delicious--but the sound and the feel of him is pretty damned good as it is]

[The shift in rhythm keeps him from being overstimulated, maybe, but it also keeps everything just this shy of not quite enough]

[With him this close to her ear, she can probably hear the little whimpers that escape him with every breath - can definitely feel the hitches in his breathing, every time she hits something that feels especially good, which is constantly]

[When he speaks, his voice is decidedly unsteady, more than a little pleading:]

Xia... C-c'mon, quit teasing.

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[She chuckles, breathless; shifts to nip at his jaw before soothing at it with her tongue]

Learned it from watching you...

[Nevertheless she only gives one more light wispy claw over his shoulders before trailing down his back to his thighs with considerably more pressure. She keeps this up as she trails her hands back up to the small of his back, continuing the firm, squeezing strokes over his back and rear and thighs. She kisses down what of his neck and shoulder she can reach from here as well, sloppy if determined]

Like this? More?

M-more.

[His voice sounds a little strangled; it breaks on the word, as her hands shift, and his back arches into the touch]

[He hips are still working, a restless rocking motion that he can't quite seem to stop]

G-god, please -

[She curses, lips dry, and picks up her pace, following his lead. Her ankles hook around his to spread his legs wider as her hands grip tighter--determined strokes slicked by ectoplasm to smooth more quickly over the small of his back and circle the base of his tailfeathers. Her fingers flex around the sensitive muscles, and she lets his reactions guide her this time not to tease but to give him what he wants.]

[Before long, she can feel him shuddering under her touch - feel the way he presses into the hands on his back and the closer contact afforded by the newly spread legs]

[He whines again, long and low - clutches her closer and rubs up against her, needy little circles that he would probably be embarrassed about, if he wasn't so far gone]

[But the muscles in his thighs have gone tight, and he's trembling on the edge already, and there's nothing of shame in the way he's moving now, like the world has narrowed down to just the two of them, and the feel of her body pressed against his own]

[She murmurs breathless words of encouragement against the shell of his ear; how good he is, how perfect, and how he should take what he wants--let go. Her body's pliant and welcoming against and around him even as the movement of her hands stays firm and steady--twists just a bit to try and bring him to completion]

[He shudders, hard, at the feel of her hands on him - at the words whispered in his ear, soft enough to bring a flush of shame to his cheeks at how good they sound, and at the way his chest goes tight, hearing those things from her]

[Then he rocks forward again, and her hands twist just the right way, and he's crying out as he comes, long and low and strangled]

[She continues to stroke, riding him through it with hands and hips until he finally relaxes against her. Only then does she finally soften her grip, back to a light trail soothing up and down his spine.

Her words gentle as well, praise for how well he's done, what a pretty bird he is and how sweet and lovely his cry, how pleased she is that she could hear it. These are punctuated with soft, cool kisses over the crown of his head, patiently waiting for him to come down]

[Given how cold she's running today, she can probably feel the difference in temperature when the blush deepens for once, a spot of warmth pressed in against her neck as she continues to murmur those words]

[He tilts his head in a little - presses a kiss, gentle, to the side of her throat. When he speaks, his voice is kind of wrecked, decidedly unsteady:]

Oh my god, dude.

[Ghosts don't have heartbeats, though he can imagine a thrum of something through her neck anyway. There's a faint tingling over the side of his face; perhaps she is clipping through him a bit as she nuzzles]

You okay?

Yeah.

That was - yeah.

[He kisses her again on the neck - the jaw - the mouth, deep and lingering]

[His hands find the hem of her shirt and slide up underneath it, warmer than usual, due to the difference in body temperatures - softer than usual, thanks to the feathers that dust his forearms, all the way to the elbows]

[She means to continue her check-in but his warmth is distracting--she presses greedily into the heat of his mouth and the softness of his touch before she can even think otherwise. Her arms automatically wrap closer, hands drifting over his bare back]

[He shivers at the feel of her hands on his back - presses deeper into the kiss, the feathery softness of his hands running up over her sides, and down over her back]

[It takes him a long, long few moments before he breaks the kiss, gaze flickering over her face, searching]

Your turn, dude. Any requests?

[what is the biological reasoning for ghost flushing...well, don't worry about it. At any rate it's happening, little frissons of pleasure at the soft sweep of feathers over her skin]

Wouldn't mind seeing you like that again...

[He flushes deeper still, decidedly interested and painfully self-conscious, both at once]

I mean... s'kinda hard to say no to that.

Think I'm gonna need a few minutes, though.

[His left hand trails up again, over her back; the right sweeps lower, brushing past her navel, as his fingers find the waistband of her pants]

And in the meantime... any other requests?

What's the cooldown on tha-a-at...

[She trails off, immediately distracted by the dueling trails of his hands--does a poor job of not obviously squirming into the touches. Instead she takes a beat to bite at her lower lip, color rising further in her cheeks]

Mm...

Dunno... five minutes, maybe? Ten?

[The hand at her waist finds the button there; his other hand drifts around to the front to join it, feathers brushing soft over her skin along the way. Together they ease the button open, and he slides the zipper down]

[He leans in to kiss her again, gentle - swings his leg back around, so that he can rise back up to standing]

[It takes away the pressure of his knee pressed against her, but it lets him sink to his knees between her legs again, face flushed, expression almost shy]

Pretty sure we can figure out something to do till then.

I bet...

[Her eyes are on him the whole time as he stands and kneels, She goes even darker, shifting more in her seat with self-conscious anticipation. Nevertheless, she reaches down to touch his hair before he gets too far; skims the back of her knuckles down over his cheek]

...You know you don't gotta if you don't want. There's plenty other stuff we can do, too.

I'm down for anything.

[He licks his lips a little, unconsciously; his hand comes up to rest on her thigh, stroking soft lines there]

You got something you want more, you can say.

I just... I wanna make you feel good.

[Her fingers stutter as they crest his cheekbone a second time; her smile goes crooked]

...You always do.

[A beat--then she slumps with a groan]

Ughhh, that sounds so much worse as a horny ghost. Now you owe me for being too good at lap dance.

I dunno about being good at the lap dance thing, but... for real, dude.

[His fingers are still trailing along her thigh, back and forth, gentle]

Anything you want.

Uh, I do know. You were all--graceful, and intense, and it was...

[She takes in the curve of his smile and the gentle earnestness of his voice, and she has to look away, flushed dark. Her legs press into his touch nevertheless]

A-anyways, you can keep going then, uh. If you want.

Yeah.

[He glances up at her, from under his lashes - decidedly flushed, decidedly shy, but still watching her closely, eyes intent with desire]

I want.

[His hands trail up, and up, to the waistband of her pants]

You wanna lift up some...?

Yeah--ah.

[Her face is glowing with flush--literally, since apparently that's how ghost blood works I'm deciding right now. Self-conscious or no, she is quite eager to press up and help him get her pants down her hips]

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