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[Continued from here.]

[Calloused fingers squeeze at her thighs, gaze on her heated as he lets out a shuddering breath. The feeling of he weight on his lap making his skin burn and his body want for more. The want to buck up and chase for any friction for any relief on his aching cock, though he does his best to behave.

Hands slide up her thighs as he regards her through a half-lidded gaze.] H-Hah, it's my suit. [He thinks there's always something a little funny how hot his suit makes him. It feels like the opposite of what one would expect from a Cryo user.]

Whatever you want to do. I won't make you do anything you don't want to, but I'm never opposed to an active partner. [He leans forward to press his face against the crook of his neck, dragging teeth over smooth skin. His breath comes out in warm puffs as he speaks.] I like you touching back. It feels nice. [Despite the ravenous hunger bubbling in his chest, he takes his time. He gives her space to move with this as best she can.]

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[Her head lolls to the side as his mouth digs into her neck. The skin there is more sensitive than some other parts of her body; her neck, nape, and ears flush boiling red. Though her nails are trimmed and kept remarkably unobtrusive, she digs them into his chest, leaving behind half-moons that turn into light roads as she drags them down.]

It's...a lot for you, right? [Her normally deep voice gives way to a kitten-mewl, trying to sort out communication that's suffering for the crime of getting in the way.] That explains some of this. [He's showing remarkable restraint, considering how it must be taking over him. Still new to the nature of the suits, Rahu's only just now untangling how they work and how their influence is very, very real. If his body is choking on itself the way her mind is in tangles, it has to be unbearable. Rahu feels like an empty vessel simultaneously waiting to be filled and overflowing with broken glass.]

I don't know if I... [She hasn't been with anyone in a while. Getting her ready might take time he doesn't have while he's spiraling undone beneath her palms.] We can make it quick. Can you go between my thighs? [She slides back a little on Wriothesley's lap so that the outline of his hardened cock presses, just visible, against the thin damp cloth of her swimsuit bottoms. Maybe she can't take him yet, but she's wet enough. Guiding his fingers to hook into the fabric, she rocks, tacit permission to grind in exactly the way he's been resisting.]

This is fine. I just want to get away from here. I don't want to be by the Sea.

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[Eyelashes flutter and he arches his back with a quiet moan. His neck and chest were always fairly sensitive with all the scar tissue and it only has him burning hot for more. Not enough to hurt, but just enough to seemingly ignite all his nerves that has him want for more of her touches.

It makes it harder to concentrate. To keep showing restraint.]

It's enough. [There's something akin to desperation in his voice. The worst part about his suit is when it starts to hurt. When it aches painfully to be satisfied and leaves him distracted to find relief in that. Hands slip under fabric to grip rounded cheeks as he bucks his hips, his clothed cock sliding against her. Even just that bit of movement has him moaning softly.]

T-Then we'll make it quick...

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Is it?

[Her hands lose their purchase on his arm, his chest, moving to cup each side of his cheeks and guide him into eye contact. Is it? Rahu's eyes, cloudy and pleading, search for the answer. When he was the one who offered to take care of her, to see her through this in the first place, she can't tolerate the thought of not doing or being enough.

Her grip may have lapsed, and she may have traded some of the closeness between their upper bodies in favor of searching his gaze, but she never fully stops grinding the heat of her cunt down against the hard shadow of his erect shaft. Each exhale is sharp and punctuated when the outline of his head drags deeply against her.]

It doesn't have to be... [She exhales. If there's more he wants beyond this, it isn't as if she's unprepared to give it. But when nerves still have her clenched tense and tight... ] I just didn't wanna make you wait. [Rash, impatient when it comes to being pushed toward things she thinks she must do... it's a shortcoming that's all the more exacerbated by the suit flare now. It's the kind of impatience that leads to dryhumping in a beach chair.]

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It is. [Even through his hazy stare, there is something akin to firmness in his gaze. Wriothesley has always been one to seek his partner's pleasure over his own. He also cared for their comfort. As distracting as the friction against his dick makes him want to get lost in that heat and pleasure, he also wants to make sure they're on the same page.

He leans in, breath mingling in pants.] I only want to go as far as you want to go. [He doesn't need her to push herself for his sake. There was pleasure and enjoyment in just what they're doing right now. The sweet press of bodies and curious touches.]

There's no need to offer it all. [Perhaps she's used to only having to give her all to others. It's a sad thought and makes him all the more determined that they don't need these suits to fully dictate their actions.] This is best if we both enjoy it and it's important to have limits.

[He forces her hips down, grinding his cock against her cunt.] Boundaries.