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You're welcome!

[ He's free. FREEEE. And if she ever wondered just how attracted he is to her, she now has a stunning visual to answer her every question. By now he's sitting up, a smile high and content on his face. Adjustment time to being comfortably naked: three seconds. ]

Really gives meaning to the words "birthday suit", huh?

[ HOW IS HE SO COMPOSED-- she's trying not to stare, but she can't help but stare, but-- okay, deeper breath. ]

I'm not sure if that's how most people celebrate their birthdays...

[ Hey, he sees this thing every day. It's no news to him. Naturally, he follows her stare down to his junk, which is... there. It sure is there between them. Intruding. Also protruding. But Noire can blame herself for that part. ]

So, um... this is me! You can look as much as you like. Or touch, if that's something you'd like to do. Otherwise, this is about as interesting as it gets on its own.

[ "It", of course, being his penis. It's his penis. He gestures at it to dispel any shred of ambiguity. ]

[ Morgan is going to kill her before she even makes it long enough to touch it. THANKS, BOYFRIEND.

No, but that actually bolsters her a bit, so she'll stretch out her fingers to carefully touch it.

If her gloves weren't off already, they definitely are now. ]

[ For a second he tenses, unused to a touch other than his own, but relaxes soon enough. It's actually kind of nice... in a ticklish kind of way. He touches his fingertips to the back of her hand, looking for more. ]

It's okay. It won't break. Unless you're really making the effort to, I suppose.

I'm really not. [ But that softens her nerves, and Noire finally wraps her hand around him, stroking experimentally. ] I don't think you'd enjoy that...

I don't... think so either.

[ A small sigh at the end of that, and his eyes threaten to drift shut. This is really distracting, wow?? He slowly slides his hands up her shoulders and neck, if only to divert his energy somewhere. ]

Th-that's not bad.

It doesn't hurt? [ She's trying to be careful, but the more content Morgan looks, the more she wants to explore a little, lingering near the head. ]

Mm-mm. That's perfect.

[ Murmured rather dreamily. He looks quite content indeed, his forehead drooping to rest on her shoulder. As she moves upward, his breath quickens almost imperceptibly. ]

I hope this is proving educational, at least.

I-it is... and if you like it, then that's even better.

[ Because she's not about to stop. ]

[ Well good!! Because he doesn't want her to... even though it's becoming more difficult to sit still, and now he's unconsciously pressing a little closer to her. He's really feeling a little warm now... ]

I'll say. [ Spoken into her shoulder, and a little foggy besides. ] I thought it might feel nice, but this is... well, really nice.

[ Eloquent. ]

You're heating up... [ It could be concern, but from the tone of her voice, it sounds more like wonder. She almost wishes she could see his face, but she also likes him this close, and her free hand lifts to brush through his hair. ]

Mm. I...

[ He huffs hotly into her skin as she hits a particularly sensitive spot in a particularly nice way. Now he's definitely pressing in, his head digging into her shoulder. The hand in his hair isn't doing much to break the immersion either... Darn her delicate touch!! ]

I... think I've got you to thank for that.

You... did the same to me, earlier... mm, no, even now. [ She's definitely blushing, even as she focuses on that one spot of his. ] I thought I should return the favor.

[ DON'T MAKE THIS A SPITEJOB. ]

Ah--

[ Quietly, choked off, but definitely... there. An embarrassing moan... so it's come to this. ]

Vengeance... is it?

Ah, no-- it felt really nice, too. [ SHE WOULD NEVER DO THIS OUT OF SPITE-- and her breath is already catching in her throat when she hears that noise. Morgan, you're killing her. ]

[ Killing her when he's in control, killing her when he's not... ]

So does this... if you couldn't tell.

[ This is a lot of pent up feeling she's building up in him. His hips shift, looking for something that isn't quite there, and he sighs with a tiny bit of frustration. Not at her, but the mounting need inside him. These feelings are very distracting and difficult to ignore!! Finally he straightens and takes her lips, abandoning his usual care in favor of something more forceful. ]

[ Before she can reply, she'd suddenly cut off with a stifled noise of surprise, almost falling backwards in the process. She hadn't expected such a desperate kiss, but at the same time... there's something that stirs up more warmth in her stomach, and her lips part to kiss him back just as hard. ]

[ He can always count on her to match him. He pushes forward, urging her onto her back, following each kiss with another. Trying to work it out of his system... though it's wishful to think kisses alone could be enough at this point. ]

[ Yeah, no, with every kiss, it's only making Noire grasp for something else-- his shoulders this time, bringing their chests together. It's still much too hot, but there's something enjoyable about this kind of intensity. ]

[ It was one thing to be all over her while fully clothed, but with all this naked flesh poking and rubbing around, it's a whole different experience. All the naked flesh also draws attention to the areas that aren't bare, the material of Noire's pants rough against his legs. The final frontier...

Still, her shared enthusiasm must give him courage, because while their mouths are busy his hand is traveling down her hip, sneaking past her waistband. ]

[ It's not something Noire fails to notice, and she slowly draws back-- just enough to speak breathlessly, hesitantly. ]

Do you need them off...?

[ He pauses for a few heavy breaths, taking her in and contemplating how much he actually Needs her to take off her pants. How technical are they getting here. Either way... ]

Yes. By a given definition. Erm, if you're ready, of course.

I think the uncomfortable feeling in my stomach isn't stress, sickness, or any manner of curse, so-- o-okay. [ but she has to lean back even further to get them loose enough to slide down her hips. ]

Uncomfortable feeling?

[ He stops, frowning down at her stomach. He can postpone getting into her pants for the moment. ]

What's wrong? Do you feel sick?

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