[The depreciation is so subtle that Nariko can't pinpoint where his normal, somewhat reasonable response sets off her 'Boxer's being too hard on himself again' senses but that's what's happening, and she trusts her own instincts.]
[Already a tall order! He has to make dough and everything! He has no choice, then. Boxer slings an arm across the back of her shoulders and sits up, bringing her with him as he uses a tentacle to draw his wheelchair closer and plop himself right into it, wheeling them over to the kitchen.
All while keeping his tentacles inside and massaging her.]
[What is he doing. What's going on. Oh, right, okay, he's going to need the wheelchair to get to the phone except the phone! She adjusts in his lap, throwing her arms around his shoulders and leaning to one side so that she won't be in his way. The phone is not in the kitchen, though! Cue the confusion.]
Boxer. [She draws a heart on his shoulder blade.]
Are you seriously going to tell me you know how to cook Asian food.
[Asian-inspired isn't Asian! Actually making dough and forming and all that was Asian. ... Look, this makes sense in her head, okay. It takes a good amount of work but she shifts on his lap, moving so that her back is to his chest. How much kneading can you do, Boxer, when your girlfriend keeps taping at your muscles as if keeping track of something.]
[Plenty! Mostly thanks to the difference in their size, he can work around her very easily. The real question here is how much tapping and prodding can she keep up...when his tentacles start fucking her again while he's kneading?]
[Now that depends on exactly how dedicated he is to the task! If he's creating a steady, but all together even rhythm then she can keep counting his muscles just fine! For a little while, anyway, eventually that'll get to her and she'll start to lose count and then have to start all over again.]
M-Multitasking king.
[An unfair one at that, but considering how patiently she'd waited to be fucked again it's nowhere in her to complain.]
[McSmirkerson right here folks. He likes showing off his ability to let his tentacles do their own thing without his conscious thought. But yeah, it's a pretty even fuck for now, pretty much at the same rate at which he's kneading. He puts the dough in a bowl, covers it, and puts it in the fridge to rise, all while thrusting into her.
Then he goes for his phone and dials a number. As it rings, he reaches out and takes Nariko by the neck--very aware of what he's doing--and pushes downward the same way he did before, providing a force to push against as he thrusts harder into her.
Can you be polite and try not to make too much noise while he's on the phone?]
Hey, Fred! Yeah, how you doing? [...] Good to hear it. Hey, so I was wondering if you had any pork loin ready for delivery?
[This is unfair! Counting his muscles was a very noble and virtuous task!! But it's not as if she can hope to keep that up. At first it isn't so bad, just a little panting, she gulps in air like it's going to make her immortal. But the longer he goes at it the hornier she seems to become, though there is a little bit of a hiccup when he goes near her neck, but only that. A bit of tension and then she calms down. Boxer wouldn't hurt her, she knows it in her head and her heart so it's just getting her body to listen.
... Is he seriously on the goddamn phone, though.]
Boxer! [Dear boyfriend why are you paying attention to people that are not her? Screw people that aren't her!! Well, not literally of course, but why even be nice to them! She purposely squeezes around a tentacle, lifting her hips a little more and making sure to drop as hard as possible when he pressed downward.
She can be quiet, but she's doing her best to get him to falter, or even moan while he's talking to ~Fred~.]
An hour? Yeah, that's fine. Use...actually, use my credit account this time. Thanks, man. Seeya.
[And so, without faltering in the slightest, Boxer hangs up. His gentle grasp around her neck pulls her back into his chest, and he breathes down her neck.]
You're a very bad girl, Nariko. You were trying to get me to speak up while I was on the phone, weren't you? Naughty. All I was trying to do was make you your own pork dumplings...
[But he's not going to hold her neck while he says this, though. He'll hold her against him with an arm around her chest, just below her breasts.]
But how am I going to punish you? Or, perhaps, you can find some way to make it up to me.
[Whether it's purposeful or not the combination of wording and action makes her shiver in a way that has very little to do with physical reactions. That's no small thing either, of course, she's only getting wetter so it's a good thing he doesn't have anything against the quickly growing mess on his lap.]
Well, you weren't paying enough attention to me!
[Not only is that a completely bratty response, it's stuttered around the edges, losing any real force it may have otherwise possessed.]
I could always apologize. [Even if she wouldn't mean it, and even though it wouldn't be nearly enough.]
Hey. [There's nothing worse than enthusiastic sex and unfortunately for him, he's easier to read than a book with huge lettering. She's not going to make him stop or anything but she's very easily slipped out of that sort of 'uppity' play she was going for - maybe it wasn't convincing enough or it bothered him? But either way.] What's wrong?
[If nothing else, she'll always go for pure, unfiltered honesty.] Was I putting it on a little too thick?
[Or not enough for him to realize she was messing around in the first place - either way.]
Okay. [Constructive criticism is important and, in all fairness, they usually just have normal sex so she is a little out of practice here. While it does sting a little to know she didn't get it right the first time Nariko takes a deep breathe, exhales out that negativity, and smiles.]
Can I try again?
[If he's totally lost the desire for it she'll understand, but everyone loves a comeback story, right?]
[I would hardly call their sex normal. I will give you that they don't roleplay a whole lot.
He smiles back and gives her a little kiss on the cheek. Far too innocent of a kiss considering that his tentacles are stretching out both her cunt and ass. But that's not a big deal for them, is it.]
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[Does this imply he's gonna fuck her while he swims for work...]
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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.]
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[He's wise to your non-answer games, Nariko.]
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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.]
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[Look at him trying to subtly self-depreciate after her compliment...]
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[The depreciation is so subtle that Nariko can't pinpoint where his normal, somewhat reasonable response sets off her 'Boxer's being too hard on himself again' senses but that's what's happening, and she trusts her own instincts.]
I want dumplings.
[Food cravings are a bitch, okay.]
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[The apology is indicative that it had some sort of self-depreciation in there somewhere, even though he wouldn't be inclined to explain it.]
What kind?
[He can cook and fuck her at the same time, right?]
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Pork. Ohhh, and fried rice!
[This order will probably just keep going.]
And hugs, and your chest. [Which gets a little peck of a kiss.]
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[Already a tall order! He has to make dough and everything! He has no choice, then. Boxer slings an arm across the back of her shoulders and sits up, bringing her with him as he uses a tentacle to draw his wheelchair closer and plop himself right into it, wheeling them over to the kitchen.
All while keeping his tentacles inside and massaging her.]
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Boxer. [She draws a heart on his shoulder blade.]
Are you seriously going to tell me you know how to cook Asian food.
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[In fact, a lot of his fish recipes are Asian or at least Asian-inspired!]
Gonna need to call in a pork delivery, though.
[But first? He's gotta make some wrapper dough. Nariko couldn't get a better seat to watch him knead.]
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M-Multitasking king.
[An unfair one at that, but considering how patiently she'd waited to be fucked again it's nowhere in her to complain.]
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[McSmirkerson right here folks. He likes showing off his ability to let his tentacles do their own thing without his conscious thought. But yeah, it's a pretty even fuck for now, pretty much at the same rate at which he's kneading. He puts the dough in a bowl, covers it, and puts it in the fridge to rise, all while thrusting into her.
Then he goes for his phone and dials a number. As it rings, he reaches out and takes Nariko by the neck--very aware of what he's doing--and pushes downward the same way he did before, providing a force to push against as he thrusts harder into her.
Can you be polite and try not to make too much noise while he's on the phone?]
Hey, Fred! Yeah, how you doing? [...] Good to hear it. Hey, so I was wondering if you had any pork loin ready for delivery?
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... Is he seriously on the goddamn phone, though.]
Boxer! [Dear boyfriend why are you paying attention to people that are not her? Screw people that aren't her!! Well, not literally of course, but why even be nice to them! She purposely squeezes around a tentacle, lifting her hips a little more and making sure to drop as hard as possible when he pressed downward.
She can be quiet, but she's doing her best to get him to falter, or even moan while he's talking to ~Fred~.]
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[And so, without faltering in the slightest, Boxer hangs up. His gentle grasp around her neck pulls her back into his chest, and he breathes down her neck.]
You're a very bad girl, Nariko. You were trying to get me to speak up while I was on the phone, weren't you? Naughty. All I was trying to do was make you your own pork dumplings...
[But he's not going to hold her neck while he says this, though. He'll hold her against him with an arm around her chest, just below her breasts.]
But how am I going to punish you? Or, perhaps, you can find some way to make it up to me.
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Well, you weren't paying enough attention to me!
[Not only is that a completely bratty response, it's stuttered around the edges, losing any real force it may have otherwise possessed.]
I could always apologize. [Even if she wouldn't mean it, and even though it wouldn't be nearly enough.]
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So not only have you been rude but you're also lying. The charges keep stacking, Nariko. What say you? Do you have a plea or shall we find you guilty?
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It doesn't sound as if I can even begin to argue this.
[She wasn't rude!!!! Or at least not that much! Kind of!] Just give me my punishment, I probably deserve it.
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...nevermind.
[He'll keep thrusting, but it's pretty obvious the air has been taken out of his sails.]
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Hey. [There's nothing worse than enthusiastic sex and unfortunately for him, he's easier to read than a book with huge lettering. She's not going to make him stop or anything but she's very easily slipped out of that sort of 'uppity' play she was going for - maybe it wasn't convincing enough or it bothered him? But either way.] What's wrong?
[If nothing else, she'll always go for pure, unfiltered honesty.] Was I putting it on a little too thick?
[Or not enough for him to realize she was messing around in the first place - either way.]
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[And that's part of why they make such a good couple--honesty meets honesty.]
Just not the response I was expecting to the "Judge and Jury" bit.
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Can I try again?
[If he's totally lost the desire for it she'll understand, but everyone loves a comeback story, right?]
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He smiles back and gives her a little kiss on the cheek. Far too innocent of a kiss considering that his tentacles are stretching out both her cunt and ass. But that's not a big deal for them, is it.]
Sure. Start us off?
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