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[Boxer chuckles, a little uncertain note to it.]

Sorry. Not being very sexy right now...

[He's so focused on getting her sexed up and relieved that he's completely forgotten his own factor in this activity.]

If you let me hear more of those sexy little moans, that might change...

[A weird thing to say while he's thrusting his tentacles in her, deepening the stretch by a minuscule amount every time he goes inward.]

You're always sexy.

[But even more so when introducing her to something she'd have absolutely never tried, if not for the intricacies of Boxer's personality. There's something to be said for the trust that comes with doing something new together, even if it intimidates or scares you. Trust or not he doesn't have any control over her own silly concerns and, come on, doesn't she sound dumb, moaning and making a bunch of weird noises?

.... Except she can't tell him no, either, so it works out very well. Sure, the first pleasured little whimper could be deemed awkward but all it really takes is getting into the feeling, because she's beyond excited here. You want moans, Boxer? Have them in bulk.]

God, yes. Like music to my ears...

[This is what he needed to really get his blood flowing. The thrusts become harder, more robust, stretching her wider as her moans whet his appetite more and more. At some point she'll be able to feel her lower abdomen press into him, slightly pushed out due to the sheer volume of tentacles inside her and the force behind them.]

Nngh--Nariko!

[So maybe he'll join in. Boxer's never been much of a vocal partner, but those little whimpers, when they do show up, are definitely all her fault.]

[He's the strong and composed type as ever, but that just means that when he is a little expressive it's sort of like getting an audio snippet of heaven. There are few things in the world that make her as happy as guys moaning, after all, so Nariko will take all of the blame at any given moment, she pretty much deserves it.

Unfortunately it ends about the same, though, because once she gets going it's a lot harder to stop or bother restraining herself. She's a naturally expressive person, after all! Even more so when she registers how thoroughly he's jammed into her body because holy fuck is that worth more than a few arching shouts!

The one downside might be that there's two choices here: writhe a lot or accidentally scratch a few red lines into Boxer's otherwise perfect skin, and curbing the latter greatly enhances the former. It's probably fine because calling his name out in stuttered fragments against his chest doesn't mean she's inaudible! Just that it's all coming from a very weird angle.

Speaking of coming: He's about to hit a record time in a little bit.]

[Sorry, Nariko. He'd sing for her if he could, but he's really way too much of a quiet guy to really belt it out. It's not like he's holding himself back, don't get him wrong! This is his vocalization in its purest, unrestrained form.

Is she really keeping a track of his records? Because he's not! It's an art, not a science! And is she really that tempted to use her nails...? He has pretty sensitive skin, but it's thick, too...she'd make his skin crawl (in a good way) if she managed to control herself and draw some delicate lines against his skin with her nails.

Maybe after the fact would be better.

Egged on by her absolutely wanton moaning, he holds her by the sides with his massive hands and pushes downward towards her hips, providing a firm antagonistic force to push against with his tentacles. While it does make them go a little deeper, it mostly makes his thrusting feel even more powerful.]

[It's hard to not keep track when, in truth, she isn't really so simple to please. Boxer delivers soul rending, absolutely satisfying orgasms in the same amount of time it takes her to work up to just one with a human man. Which isn't to say that she's picky or even complicated, it's just never felt like enough, and on the occasions where it has she'd lacked the emotional chemistry and the trust. You put all that together and it's hard to do anything but note how quickly he gets her to come on his dick.

So that push of her hips threatens to knock her out of her own body, and it graduates her from moans to an outright shout that falters in volume towards the end. All those full noises start to roll into an actual set of words, awkward at first because of how hard she's suddenly moving, trying to reach the same level of depth and momentum without relying on him. At this point it's like chasing a feeling, an instinct for more - desperation at its finest, even though he isn't keeping her from anything to begin with.]

Bo-oxer! [She can barely get his name out.]

[Boxer's a hard monster to make come. More often than he'd admit that some of the people that had taken advantage of his offered services only made him come once, trading in several of their own. With Nario, sometimes he only reaches once...and sometimes, so does she.

But usually it's because all they really needed in the moment.

So when she's writhing and screaming and orgasming on top of his body, he gladly enjoys the ride, giving her something solid and pulsing to come on. He'd kiss her if he could, but he'd have to ruin her position and distract her from orgasming--so instead, he gives her sides a solid squeeze as he keeps fucking her.]

Yeah...feel it, Nariko...!

[That could almost make her laugh, if only because it's impossible to do anything but feel him. She's as violently aware of every way in which he's touching her as she is left to the ridiculous throes of an orgasm. It'd be an incredibly unnerving state if it didn't feel so good, and last as long as it did. When it does taper - slowly, and corresponding with the decrease in volume - she doesn't really give a shit about their position, she wants to kiss him so she does.]

That ... [She keeps stuttering at the edges. Good job, boyfriend.] That was ... Different.

[In a really good way. She kisses his lips one more time before working down his chin and jaw, she's adjusting to get back to where she was.]

Don't stop?

[She just came, sure, the relief and utter satisfaction is there but she feels no desire to rest or cuddle, so energy wise it's almost as if it didn't happen.]

[He loves his job.]

Wasn't planning on it!

[But since she's come, and he doesn't want to overwhelm her, he pulls back on the aggression quite a bit once she backs off from the kisses. Boxer lets out a tiny, pleased sigh as he relaxes a little more, going back to massaging her uterus from the inside, hardly "fucking" her anymore but keeping the status quo.]

Hm.

[She gives him a Look. The disapproving girlfriend one that is mixed with a mild pout.] And yet you're being all gentle with me.

[He doesn't have to worry about overwhelming her or whatever, she wants more!]

Don't give me that look.

[What look? He didn't even look at her face! His eyes are closed! But he can hear it in her voice.]

Maybe this is just the pace I want right now, Nariko...

Mrr. [He gets the variation of the Look, which is much less severe and only comes to pass when Boxer is right, or she can't really argue with him. But there is something to be said for his ability to hear her expressions in her voice! It's not the sort of thing that should be heartwarming, but it is.]

Okay, okay.

[Fiiiiiiine, Boxer, go slow and sexually frustrate your bleeding girlfriend!]

Mrr.

[He's mimicking her a little bit, but not in a mocking way. He sends it back with a low, inhuman growl that is sure to vibrate pleasantly in the broad chest below her. His tentacles gyrate within her...and if she pays enough attention, he's clearly just massaging her, but also enjoying the sensation of pressing her belly against his from the inside.]

Mmh...

[Even if he was mocking her she'd still laugh before turning her head to get a full surround sound kind of deal going on. His growling is pretty cool! And hot. The relative quiet does give her room to notice what he's doing.]

I guess it's not so bad if you're enjoying yourself.

[And he seemed to be, so that was more than enough reason to try and calm down.]

Ahh, come on...I screw your brains out and then you get all huffy about slow and leisurely?

[He's not upset with her; he says it with a smile in his voice.]

You're still cramping pretty hard, so I don't want to risk a bad spasm by timing orgasms too close together.

You think of everything, don't you?

[And she's not being arrogant, if anything Nariko is utterly grateful that there's a genuine explanation.]

I'm lucky to have such a considerate boyfriend.

[.... Is that the first time she's called him that? Maybe. Possibly.]

I thought explaining it would make it less sexy.

[Apparently he was wrong though!]

And I'm lucky to have a girlfriend that isn't deterred by my weird sex therapy.

[It's official-official now? Yesss. He should make some chocolate treats for the both of them...]

The only thing you could say that wouldn't be sexy is 'unpaid leave' or something. And that's only because I don't like taking days off.

[So no one, not even her newly minted boyfriend, could make it sound like a good thing, let alone a sexy one. But, yeah, official-official feels right, and if anything they should celebrate it equally!]

If it works, it works, though! I just hope you'll be every month from now on.

Even if I told you that if you had to face unpaid leave I'd spend the whole time fucking you?

[He'll try, dag nabbit.]

[Why does he even allow himself to speak such gross words. 'Unpaid leave'! Bah! But she does kind of have to think about it because ... Marathon sex could be lots of fun!]

That's close, but no. We'd need money for food.

I make more than enough for both of us.

[Does this imply he's gonna fuck her while he swims for work...]

[EYEBROWS RAISING.]

Oh, so I'd be a kept woman for a time.

[She's not giving any indication as to whether the idea upsets her or not.]

The only person that gets to choose if you're kept is you.

[He's wise to your non-answer games, Nariko.]

[Ohohohoho!!!!]

Mm, you're smart. Knew there was a reason I wanted you from the instant we met.

[She's oddly proud of him in that moment.]

Just saying. [He shrugs.] Don't know if you can be 'kept' temporarily. But we can roleplay it if you want.

[Look at him trying to subtly self-depreciate after her compliment...]

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