voicemail

[memlost]

[An upbeat male voice comes on:]

Hey, it's Morgan! If you were expecting a girl, you picked the wrong picture. If not, then congratulations! But sorry too, because this means I've missed you. Leave a message!

[Beep.]

(( ooc: feel free to use this for face-to-face interactions as well! just leave a date and voice/action/etc. in the header. ))

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[bloodandblunder]

[ The next noise is high-pitched, and she jerks a bit underneath him, fingers gripping tighter. Obviously, she didn't expect that, but at the same time, it sends another bolt of heat rushing through her.

Okay, that felt good. ]

[memlost]

[ He hopes that wasn't too much... but he can get the in-depth assessment from her later. For now, he soothes the spot over with another kiss, and then another on her jaw. In other news, being pantsless also means being awkwardly free, and when she jerks against him it's hard to not be accidentally touching her with... his parts... Though what does he have to hide now, really? They're a little beyond propriety at this point.

Still, the contact and the friction is distracting, and his body is already moving on its own against her. It's only one movement, gently, slowly, but definitely. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ It's something Noire can most definitely feel, pulling out another soft groan, an involuntary roll of her hips against him. And she thinks she understands what it is, what his body's asking for, so-- ]

M-Morgan... can you, um...

[ HOW TO PUT THIS... ]

[memlost]

Mm?

[ He murmurs absently into her neck, distracted by all the movement and groaning and all those good things.

YES, NOIRE...? ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ ... THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING. ]

Could you... g-go a little further? With me?

[memlost]

Go a little...

[ Oh. Ohhh. He pushes himself up to look at her. He's pretty sure he knows what she means (because it's very much been on his mind too), but just to make sure they're on the same page... ]

You mean... down there, right?

[bloodandblunder]

Y-yes!

[ Well, she mostly squeezed that out coherently. ]

[memlost]

[ So proud, Noire. ]

Well, sure. I'm ready if you're ready.

[ He moves back onto his knees and contemplates her briefly before shifting and positioning himself into what will hopefully be a sufficient angle of attack. Having no real counseling on this matter, he's just going to have to hope that he's doing this right...?? He reddens, feeling himself resting lightly between her legs, and searches her face. ]

You ready?

[bloodandblunder]

... M-mm.

[ Well, she's nervous as hell, but she's still going to nod, reaching to stroke at his cheek bone. She wants this, too. ]