[By now she's pretty used to his shifts in movement so once he starts moving a direction she's up and waiting until he's settled, and she can join him back on the couch. She still goes back to his tentacles but now the slide of her palms works up much farther, to include the enter length, to his mantle, back again, she's very rhythmic about it now. For however much or little sense it may make this is as soothing for her as she hopes it is for him.
Getting her to cream her own shorts is definitely a way to get her pants off so he can get in them, and she wouldn't necessarily object.
Anyway, go ahead and play your game, Boxer, she's just gonna hum and kiss here and there.]
[No way. Nooooo way, this is way too good to ignore it in favor of a game. He...doesn't necessarily need the moisture, since he was in his tank before Nariko came over, so he's going to do his Boyfriend Duty and enjoy every stroke of her fingers and hands, every kiss, as he sits still and closes his eyes and...
probably relaxes for the first time ever since shit hit the fan. In fact, he reaches for his remote and changes it to a channel that plays soothing, harp and flute based music over the sounds of waves, waterfalls, or rain. Apparently it's a channel he has memorized, because he inputs it by number instead of the menu.]
[She's a little impressed that he had it memorized, and from today on she'll probably remember it herself.
Back to massaging, though! She takes her time with it and when she feels that all appendages have received a proper amount of attention she goes lower, because the endless row of suckers underneath need attention, too! There's just, y'know, a lot, so she does tend to leave them for second just because she likes to get every inch, and he's a big guy, it takes time!
More than anything it's good to know that he's relaxing, he deserves that and a whole hell of a lot more. Especially after all he's been through, and everything he's listened to and done tonight. So is it really any surprise that once she's down far enough ... Well, he won't mind if her slicked up fingers just tease there a tiny bit, right? But only that.
[He really loves her attention to detail. It's almost euphoric when she manages to get her thin fingers between his suckers, a feat he can't pull off himself, and it feels so pleasurable--not like sex, but an awful lot like getting scratched where you can't reach. It's so delightful!
But that's not between his suckers! Boxer bolts upward the second she touches near it.]
Woah!
[He looks back at her with a mildly exasperated smile.]
[Both hands come up!! And she really is apologetic, to be honest.] Back to the regularly scheduled touching.
[Which, since she really hadn't intended on starting anything, is very easy to do! That area goes unbothered as she continues to get into his little nooks and crannies, there are slight pauses when she has to put a little more on her hands, but that's about it.
[Boxer rolls his eyes over an amicable smirk as he lays back down.]
Naughty kitten, [he murmurs under his breath, juuuuust loud enough for her to hear it. Yeahh, go back to the massage and amuse yourself by how his suckers stretch out to allow her fingers more room to get in deeper between them.]
[Since they're making it so easy she's even more thorough! She moves her fingers all long the sides, up into the curves and then the cups themselves, swirling her fingers over them and applying a very gentle pressure. A few of them get little kisses before she has to move on.
Fortunately or unfortunately she finishes up under the hood entirely, and has gone back to his tentacles when there's a gentle knock on his door.]
Break time! [For cheesecake!!!! Which means it's completely worth it. Excuse her while she exits the sex couch in order to get the food.]
[He's completely mellowed out. He's so mellowed out that when she declares it's break time, all he has to say for himself is:]
Mmnh.
[She's welcome to go to the door and pick up the cheesecake but if she wants him to get off the couch she's going to have to find some way to prod his blubber off of it.
Or she could just leave him there and spoon feed cheesecake into his fat face...]
[Nah, he can keep himself on the couch! She can go and get their food and deal with the tip and all that. It takes a few minutes but soon enough she's back with a plate full of cheesecake! More slices of his chocolate than her strawberry. And speaking of his - Boxer wanted chocolate so that's what he's got! It's a light, but rich cheesecake with a smooth ganache, and a firm, just-right crust. There are little fun swirls of white chocolate on top of that dark ganache - it's basically chocolate lover's heaven.]
Such a happy cuddlefish. [It makes her so happy to see him relaxed after all the bullshit that's gone on.] Open up.
[They're on the same wavelength because she has every intention of feeding him.]
[She's! Gonna! Do it! Boxer finds it in himself to get enough motivation to at least turn belly-up, moving his arm over so she has enough room to comfortably sit on the edge of the couch. He won't take his bite until she's settled, but when he does...]
Mmh! Are you an angel? 'Cause you're serving me a piece of heaven.
[Spoken with a lazy slur to his voice. It's never too late in a relationship for cheesy pick-up lines.]
I've secretly been the cheesecake angel this whole time, gifting the citizens of New Cloudbank with delicious treats that heal their souls and bring joy back to their lives.
[In other words ... No, never too late for cheesy pick-up lines, especially when they make her laugh.] I figured you'd love it.
[The only other dessert she can think of that's even more chocolate stuffed than this one is in a restaurant near her apartment - it's a seven layer chocolate tower cake, and even Nariko can't quite get through it. Which means it'd probably be perfect for Boxer.
But so is the cheesecake, a second bite arrives! Feeding him is actually kind of fun! Just don't ask her to explain why.]
I knew it. You were monsterkin all this time. A valkyrie of cheesecake...
[Not that Boxer fantasizes about Nariko being anything else than what she already is. Can't improve on perfection.]
You made a good call. This is exactly what I was craving.
[And to think she's got something even better hidden up her figurative sleeve. What, does she want to turn him into a writhing pile of tentacled horniness?
[Hey, if she was going to be a monsterkin, that'd be one badass fucking option! But Nariko, despite how much she worries about how Boxer feels about it, does enjoy being human.]
I like to think I know you pretty well, handsome.
[Well enough to let the chocolate do its thing! And if he gets particularly horny then he's got a very, very willing partner within his vicinity! What could be better than a hot lady and dessert? Nothing. Well, maybe like eating one off the other or something, but.]
[One of these days, Boxer will get around to expressing to her how much he cherishes her human-ness. He likes being in love with a human more than anything else--if he was given the chance to change her into anything, he'd pass.
Not to say that he'd turn down the offer to have her dress up as a cat- or bunnygirl, despite the slight implication of erotica minstrel in this society, but...petplay without the animal bits just isn't the same.
Besides, Nariko has more of a libido than any bunny monsterkin he's ever met. And that's saying something. Speaking of which...]
So you know what you're getting into, feeding me this...
[But the problem is that he's feeling so relaxed and lazy thanks to her awesome massage...and one wonders how he's going to make those two desires work out. It also means that Nariko eating her cheesecake off of him is the more likely scenario.]
[Maybe if she met one they'd make her an honorary bunny based on sex drive!
Either way, she laughs, and sneaks a kiss to the very edge of his lips.] I love you, Boxer, but I don't think I'm getting into anything just yet. You're as docile as a fat cat in the sun. A handsome cat.
[And while in truth he's about as harmless as, y'know, a one kraken machine, she kind of gets that duality going on there. It's nice to be that calm, but you still kind of want to go for it at the same time. It's probably better to let the former instinct win out, it's not as if she's going anywhere.]
I think if you believe with your whole heart and say nice things about me and let me eat me my cheesecake while I do it, then I think that can happen.
[It really doesn't matter if she's driving him or the both of them or what. But the strawberry one doesn't taste good if it gets all lukewarm, it has to be just perfectly chilled, and then enjoyed to its fullest extent.]
[She'd worry about balancing a plate on him or something but that'd be about as difficult as keeping her phone on her boobs - ridiculously easy.]
I was kidding about that part! Saying nice things, I mean.
[She's trying him anyway, and since a piece (or maybe two, who knows) has been finished she sets the plate to one side while moving downward a bit. She hasn't figured out how this eating thing is going to work but that's why it's good to take things one step at a time.]
Like to think that I give you bits of positivity on the regular.
[And he does. He feeds off of positivity, and so does she. Such a vicious cycle.
It's probably two pieces, honestly. But his chest is broad and...somewhat flat, it's a little too built to call it that. All things considered, her cheesecake might be more stable sitting on his skin directly instead of on its plate.
Alternatively, she could make him stretch out his tentacles and make a flat surface on his mantle.]
You do, which is why you don't have to put in anything extra.
[Though with the night this has ended up being, the things they've sort of worked through ... Maybe extra positivity wouldn't hurt, especially since she'll really believe everything he says. She's too happy and emotionally vulnerable to do anything else. Speaking of his tentacles she's very delicate about placing them before she leans over to get her food. First she takes a big bite before deciding that his chest is the destination. It's a good excuse to get her tongue all up in his specifics. ]
Don't spill it. [It's a little cold as she slides her strawberry cheesecake from the place to his skin, and while her hand sneaks much, much lower she bends forward to lick at the dollop of whip cream in the same moment that her fingers grace over his entrance again. This time she's not apologizing for it!]
[Before she does anything of the sort, he lifts his arms up over his head and folds them behind it, allowing his pectorals to hold a curvaceous flex for her to enjoy in whatever capacity she wishes...]
Still, it's never a bad time to remind you how perfect you are...not that you'd forget, of course...
[At least he's a little more expecting it this time, so it comes less of a surprise. He just gives her a knowing raised brow.]
Like the way your skin looks and feels, the way you keep your hair, the way you talk...not to mention you're the most amazing being I've ever met. Dexterity, brains, curves...and how hungry and talented your holes are.
[It cannot be said that Nariko doesn't possess confidence, because she does. Of course she does. But Nariko's far from infallible and she's never been very good at accepting the way other people see her. So when Boxer's description makes her flush and bite at her lip it's not the result of shitty confidence.
It's that the woman he describes just can't be her, that's all.]
I didn't even think you noticed how I keep my hair.
[She's only deflecting a little bit here, while steadily working her fingers inside of him, though by now it's well tread ground, so it won't take long to work up to one, two, and three fingers over a span of time.]
[And his mind is such a positive place, and he's so damn earnest that she can't ever think that he would lie - not unless his life absolutely depended on it or something. She grins when he startles a little bit, and she also figures out how to get a bite of her cheesecake, it smears a little on one side of her face, and there's a little strawberry mousse on her nose.]
See, this is why I want to spend the rest of my life with you. The gigantic, metaphorical heart, the kindness and support are really nice, but you can't go wrong with a guy who actually notices your hair style!
[She works her fingers in carefully, working up to her actual goal, though she doesn't go anywhere near his prostate just yet. It's a sort of willful avoidance.] Guess that's why you never complain about how long I take in the bathroom.
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Getting her to cream her own shorts is definitely a way to get her pants off so he can get in them, and she wouldn't necessarily object.
Anyway, go ahead and play your game, Boxer, she's just gonna hum and kiss here and there.]
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probably relaxes for the first time ever since shit hit the fan. In fact, he reaches for his remote and changes it to a channel that plays soothing, harp and flute based music over the sounds of waves, waterfalls, or rain. Apparently it's a channel he has memorized, because he inputs it by number instead of the menu.]
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Back to massaging, though! She takes her time with it and when she feels that all appendages have received a proper amount of attention she goes lower, because the endless row of suckers underneath need attention, too! There's just, y'know, a lot, so she does tend to leave them for second just because she likes to get every inch, and he's a big guy, it takes time!
More than anything it's good to know that he's relaxing, he deserves that and a whole hell of a lot more. Especially after all he's been through, and everything he's listened to and done tonight. So is it really any surprise that once she's down far enough ... Well, he won't mind if her slicked up fingers just tease there a tiny bit, right? But only that.
Still waiting on that cheesecake.]
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But that's not between his suckers! Boxer bolts upward the second she touches near it.]
Woah!
[He looks back at her with a mildly exasperated smile.]
Hi.
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Sorry, sorry!
[Both hands come up!! And she really is apologetic, to be honest.] Back to the regularly scheduled touching.
[Which, since she really hadn't intended on starting anything, is very easy to do! That area goes unbothered as she continues to get into his little nooks and crannies, there are slight pauses when she has to put a little more on her hands, but that's about it.
Go back to relaxing, cuddlefish.]
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Naughty kitten, [he murmurs under his breath, juuuuust loud enough for her to hear it. Yeahh, go back to the massage and amuse yourself by how his suckers stretch out to allow her fingers more room to get in deeper between them.]
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[Since they're making it so easy she's even more thorough! She moves her fingers all long the sides, up into the curves and then the cups themselves, swirling her fingers over them and applying a very gentle pressure. A few of them get little kisses before she has to move on.
Fortunately or unfortunately she finishes up under the hood entirely, and has gone back to his tentacles when there's a gentle knock on his door.]
Break time! [For cheesecake!!!! Which means it's completely worth it. Excuse her while she exits the sex couch in order to get the food.]
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Mmnh.
[She's welcome to go to the door and pick up the cheesecake but if she wants him to get off the couch she's going to have to find some way to prod his blubber off of it.
Or she could just leave him there and spoon feed cheesecake into his fat face...]
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Such a happy cuddlefish. [It makes her so happy to see him relaxed after all the bullshit that's gone on.] Open up.
[They're on the same wavelength because she has every intention of feeding him.]
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[She's! Gonna! Do it! Boxer finds it in himself to get enough motivation to at least turn belly-up, moving his arm over so she has enough room to comfortably sit on the edge of the couch. He won't take his bite until she's settled, but when he does...]
Mmh! Are you an angel? 'Cause you're serving me a piece of heaven.
[Spoken with a lazy slur to his voice. It's never too late in a relationship for cheesy pick-up lines.]
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[In other words ... No, never too late for cheesy pick-up lines, especially when they make her laugh.] I figured you'd love it.
[The only other dessert she can think of that's even more chocolate stuffed than this one is in a restaurant near her apartment - it's a seven layer chocolate tower cake, and even Nariko can't quite get through it. Which means it'd probably be perfect for Boxer.
But so is the cheesecake, a second bite arrives! Feeding him is actually kind of fun! Just don't ask her to explain why.]
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[Not that Boxer fantasizes about Nariko being anything else than what she already is. Can't improve on perfection.]
You made a good call. This is exactly what I was craving.
[And to think she's got something even better hidden up her figurative sleeve. What, does she want to turn him into a writhing pile of tentacled horniness?
...Why even ask. Of course she does.]
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[Hey, if she was going to be a monsterkin, that'd be one badass fucking option! But Nariko, despite how much she worries about how Boxer feels about it, does enjoy being human.]
I like to think I know you pretty well, handsome.
[Well enough to let the chocolate do its thing! And if he gets particularly horny then he's got a very, very willing partner within his vicinity! What could be better than a hot lady and dessert? Nothing. Well, maybe like eating one off the other or something, but.]
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Not to say that he'd turn down the offer to have her dress up as a cat- or bunnygirl, despite the slight implication of erotica minstrel in this society, but...petplay without the animal bits just isn't the same.
Besides, Nariko has more of a libido than any bunny monsterkin he's ever met. And that's saying something. Speaking of which...]
So you know what you're getting into, feeding me this...
[But the problem is that he's feeling so relaxed and lazy thanks to her awesome massage...and one wonders how he's going to make those two desires work out. It also means that Nariko eating her cheesecake off of him is the more likely scenario.]
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Either way, she laughs, and sneaks a kiss to the very edge of his lips.] I love you, Boxer, but I don't think I'm getting into anything just yet. You're as docile as a fat cat in the sun. A handsome cat.
[And while in truth he's about as harmless as, y'know, a one kraken machine, she kind of gets that duality going on there. It's nice to be that calm, but you still kind of want to go for it at the same time. It's probably better to let the former instinct win out, it's not as if she's going anywhere.]
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[Om nom nom. A sunbath sounds awesome too, but it's too late to do something like that.]
Was hoping I could talk you into 'driving'.
[Docile, lazy ass.]
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I think if you believe with your whole heart and say nice things about me and let me eat me my cheesecake while I do it, then I think that can happen.
[It really doesn't matter if she's driving him or the both of them or what. But the strawberry one doesn't taste good if it gets all lukewarm, it has to be just perfectly chilled, and then enjoyed to its fullest extent.]
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[Get fucked while watching her eat sounds like a dream.]
You want me to focus on something in particular tonight?
[He will sing her praises, don't even try him.]
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I was kidding about that part! Saying nice things, I mean.
[She's trying him anyway, and since a piece (or maybe two, who knows) has been finished she sets the plate to one side while moving downward a bit. She hasn't figured out how this eating thing is going to work but that's why it's good to take things one step at a time.]
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[And he does. He feeds off of positivity, and so does she. Such a vicious cycle.
It's probably two pieces, honestly. But his chest is broad and...somewhat flat, it's a little too built to call it that. All things considered, her cheesecake might be more stable sitting on his skin directly instead of on its plate.
Alternatively, she could make him stretch out his tentacles and make a flat surface on his mantle.]
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[Though with the night this has ended up being, the things they've sort of worked through ... Maybe extra positivity wouldn't hurt, especially since she'll really believe everything he says. She's too happy and emotionally vulnerable to do anything else. Speaking of his tentacles she's very delicate about placing them before she leans over to get her food. First she takes a big bite before deciding that his chest is the destination. It's a good excuse to get her tongue all up in his specifics. ]
Don't spill it. [It's a little cold as she slides her strawberry cheesecake from the place to his skin, and while her hand sneaks much, much lower she bends forward to lick at the dollop of whip cream in the same moment that her fingers grace over his entrance again. This time she's not apologizing for it!]
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Still, it's never a bad time to remind you how perfect you are...not that you'd forget, of course...
[At least he's a little more expecting it this time, so it comes less of a surprise. He just gives her a knowing raised brow.]
Like the way your skin looks and feels, the way you keep your hair, the way you talk...not to mention you're the most amazing being I've ever met. Dexterity, brains, curves...and how hungry and talented your holes are.
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It's that the woman he describes just can't be her, that's all.]
I didn't even think you noticed how I keep my hair.
[She's only deflecting a little bit here, while steadily working her fingers inside of him, though by now it's well tread ground, so it won't take long to work up to one, two, and three fingers over a span of time.]
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Are you kidding? I love your hair. I know how much work you put into it, and it always shows. --Mmh...!
[God it feels good to have her in him like this. It's like she can soothe him from the outside and in...]
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See, this is why I want to spend the rest of my life with you. The gigantic, metaphorical heart, the kindness and support are really nice, but you can't go wrong with a guy who actually notices your hair style!
[She works her fingers in carefully, working up to her actual goal, though she doesn't go anywhere near his prostate just yet. It's a sort of willful avoidance.] Guess that's why you never complain about how long I take in the bathroom.
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