[Despite Konoha's unfinished words, her whimper and the look on her face tell Nikolai everything he needs to know. She wants this. Not that this wasn't apparent before, but every confirmation of her desire stokes his own.
For her gentle squeeze, she earns a contented sigh hot against her collar. He slowly squeezes her tit in return, rolling the heft of it in his palm, remembering how she liked to be pinched. These little whispers of touch make him greedy for more. Each sound she makes, each favor she grants, is a piece of treasure added onto his pile.
As she turns to lead him to the bed, Nikolai's eyes catch on the damp streak marking her skirt-of-sorts. Her tail flashing in his face leaves her scent in its path. Half in a daze of impatience, he follows Konoha across the room. Reluctant to break contact with her, he shadows her side with his hand on her flank.
He ditches his shoes along the way — sorry, he's not in the habit of removing them at the door. As eager as he is to strip all the way down, to leave nothing impeding his body from hers...her offer intrigues him enough that when he finishes untucking his shirt, he goes no further. At her beckoning, he positions himself in the space bracketed by her hands. Nikolai grins, his gaze holding hers.]
Someone's eager to help...
[As he turns around to give her access to the back of his trousers, he deliberately lets her touch skim his hips, sending more sparks of manna sizzling through him. His own tail flicks back and forth as if growing tired of waiting. He throws a glance over his shoulder at her.]
There's another zipper above my tail. [Of the sort that might usually be found on a dress.] While you undo that...will you tell me what else you're eager for?
[Konoha's stumbling attempts at dirty talk were endearing. He is all too happy to encourage her down that path, hungry for the words she might say. Now that he is no longer resisting the urges pacing restlessly inside him, ready to pounce, it all feels so natural that he should be doing all of this with her.]
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For her gentle squeeze, she earns a contented sigh hot against her collar. He slowly squeezes her tit in return, rolling the heft of it in his palm, remembering how she liked to be pinched. These little whispers of touch make him greedy for more. Each sound she makes, each favor she grants, is a piece of treasure added onto his pile.
As she turns to lead him to the bed, Nikolai's eyes catch on the damp streak marking her skirt-of-sorts. Her tail flashing in his face leaves her scent in its path. Half in a daze of impatience, he follows Konoha across the room. Reluctant to break contact with her, he shadows her side with his hand on her flank.
He ditches his shoes along the way — sorry, he's not in the habit of removing them at the door. As eager as he is to strip all the way down, to leave nothing impeding his body from hers...her offer intrigues him enough that when he finishes untucking his shirt, he goes no further. At her beckoning, he positions himself in the space bracketed by her hands. Nikolai grins, his gaze holding hers.]
Someone's eager to help...
[As he turns around to give her access to the back of his trousers, he deliberately lets her touch skim his hips, sending more sparks of manna sizzling through him. His own tail flicks back and forth as if growing tired of waiting. He throws a glance over his shoulder at her.]
There's another zipper above my tail. [Of the sort that might usually be found on a dress.] While you undo that...will you tell me what else you're eager for?
[Konoha's stumbling attempts at dirty talk were endearing. He is all too happy to encourage her down that path, hungry for the words she might say. Now that he is no longer resisting the urges pacing restlessly inside him, ready to pounce, it all feels so natural that he should be doing all of this with her.]