He doesn't notice what she's trying to pull off, as he's too preoccupied, reasonably, with her busy hand. But once she puts his sensitive tip in her mouth, he lets out a shriek as if she'd dunked him in ice-cold water. Even with how much sex they've had, and with Nariko's extensive knowledge of Boxer's (admittedly limited) mid-sex noises, she'll have never heard what's coming out of his mouth right now, which...honestly seems like noises of suffering pain more than anything else.
But it's not pain. It's the combination of feeling so perfectly good while a little unsettled by how much control Nariko has over his body, how he feels pleasure right now. But he trusts her utterly, so he has no real problem with this arrangement.
So when he comes, of course it's going to be one of the most powerful he's ever had. In fact, there's a little bit of a backdraft that threatens to rip his tentacle right out of her mouth if she doesn't have a good enough grip on it.]
[Yeah that does not sound positive at all and the instant he makes that noise she stills all over, it's part instinct and just part good fucking sense. There's such a thing as red herring sounds - Nariko makes them all the time when she's so over pleasured that she's literally crying right before orgasming - but it's definitely alarming when she's never heard it before.
It means that her grip is far too weak, and while her other hand has only slowed its movements inside of him the other just hands a little uselessly. Which ... Might end with him coming all over her face and neck and those other nearby parts? If so then it's alright, she'll remember to close her eyes and that'll be enough!]
Hey ...
[Is he - Okay? It's completely unsexy and probably ruins the moment to an insane degree but if she's hurting him then she has to at least keep relatively still!]
[When she stops he makes an actual noise of pain, and a tentacle comes up to slap abruptly at her thigh. It's not painful, but the noise is certainly alarming--his hand comes down from the back of the couch and waves at her impatiently.]
Don't stop don't stop don't stop!!
[Come on, Nariko, he's mid-orgasm! Don't ruin it like this, please!]
[This is - Okay, 'Don't stop' is pretty clear so even though she's genuinely worried it's probably better to go with what he's actually telling her to do. So she doesn't stop, she essentially chases after his cock to get it back in her mouth, this time she's quick to suck down far more than she had before.
And in the same measure she goes back to massaging his prostate quickly, and that combined with the lewd, but inevitable sounds her mouth made for one hell of a scene. But that's part of the intoxication, and while she's doing her best to get (and this time keep) him back on the right track it occurs to her to ease her thighs shut a little more, and sort of squirm them. That way she's not throttling his length but it's enclosed, hot, and her pajama shorts are pretty much out of the way so it's just her skin that he's rubbing on.
Anything that might help is a good idea, as far as she's concerned.]
[She's gotten pretty good at giving his oversized hose of a penis the attention it wants! Of course, Nariko's always been a fan of the full-body exercise, hasn't she?
His noises dissolve into a series of whimpers and whines when she starts tending to his prostate again, the gland subtly twitching and straining under her touch. They're easier to identify as pleasurable sounds than the earlier ones, and she still has at least a gallon of cum to attend to so he's clearly not done until it dries up. When it does, he's left panting and whimpering, eyes loosely closed as the rest of his body is slack, panting lightly.]
Don't...don't take it out yet...
[The afterglow with it right where it is is too good to miss out on--her hand gives a solid surface for his overworked prostate to rest against.]
[She's not entirely sure she wouldn't need a good five minutes to work her arm free of him, and that's just more effort than needed for most of anything right now. Instead the most that she does is free her mouth, obviously, though not without giving his gold length a mild, half-parting sort of lick. She doesn't say anything else for a good while, she kisses along his mantle and up to his lower stomach, keeping her encased arm very still.
It's incredibly tempting to ask if he's alright but he came enough to practically drench her whole body. She might need another shower, even though it won't help help lessen the temporary staining. ]
[That was a "Hell yeah, it sure was." His gold tentacle flicks against her bottom lip in mutual farewell, but right now that 'farewell' is just to release the hold he had on her and rest it around her idly.]
I feel like...I feel like I needed that more than I realized.
[That quantity alone...yeah, maybe that prostate massage was more than overdue.]
[It's probably a bit awkward but she rests her head on him, relaxes into the couch.] How long has it been?
[Now it's no secret that Boxer's had a lot of partners, and it's no big deal that some of them had been around during the same time as Nariko. With all those possibilities she doesn't even think to consider that this might be the first time, after all the only person in New Cloudbank more experienced than herself is Boxer!]
[He's her boyfriend why would she be worried about touching any part of him? ... Except for the breathing hole on his neck and just because she has to remember to be less bitey with Boxer, in general.]
[She doesn't, really, other than the fact that her arm is surrounded by tentacles that could eviscerate a man. He could effortlessly pull her arm out of her shoulder socket...you know, if he wanted to. Which he doesn't. He wants it to stay riiiiight there.]
I'm not gonna complain about that plan...
[She still has some cake left on his fingers, though.]
[She's still too tired to do much of anything but relax and talk, so he's in luck! But eventually she's going to need her arm back, so he should mentally prepare himself for that, maybe.]
Good, because I like this whole turning the tables kind of thing. [Which isn't to say that he's always been the dominant one, but it was a little difficult to be as versatile - she didn't have the reach or efficiency that he did. But this? It leveled the playing field quite a bit.]
I'll try to avoid the mess next time, though. [Although if they always have sex when they eat cheesecake she won't complain! She pulls at his hand to finish cleaning up, and know that her attention isn't split two different ways she can take her time with that.]
[Because good lord is that a lot. Forget the paper towels and lysol, they're gonna have to break out the mop for this. He sits up just slightly to take it all in.]
[Boxer why are you interrupting her hand licking, rude!!]
Uh, well.
[Hey, she's still got her shorts on. Her own mess is very much confined, though it won't be if she moves anything. So yeah, that's all him.]
It's not that bad!
[It's kind of that bad, but he ended up with the girlfriend who enjoys frenetic cleaning, so there's no use in worrying about it too much.] It won't take more than a few minutes to clean up! [More like twenty, but give back the cheesecake hand! She wasn't done sucking the flavor off.]
[That she can actually get that out around this one particular section of his forefinger that she seems to like more than the rest is a miracle. It's entirely possible that some deeply set part of her just enjoying sucking and nibbling, because she graduates to the latter a bit, very gently.]
Lazy is a good outcome. [But bed is probably a good destination, eating sweets at, what, one in the morning? That's fun and all but they're both Adult People with Adult Jobs and shit.] At least we both feel better.
[And they sort of got engaged and pretty much sort of said they'd have kids together! They've packed a lot in.]
[You indulge him so well, Nariko. He lets out a dark, throaty chuckle when she starts nibbling at his hand.]
What--what do you want to do next?
[He feels bad about leaving her hanging, but it really can be her choice as far as how they proceed. Bath? More sex? Take five (or twenty) for clean-up?]
[She kind of wants to get off but she also wants to sleep ... But his apartment is too nice to leave so messy.] Take a shower, I'll clean up, and then sleep.
[If she really feels the need to cum then she'll mention it or just handle herself. It's not difficult and would revolve more around the idea of getting rid of the impulse than really enjoying it. She nips the tip of his finger before finally allowing him some freedom.]
[Slowly, reluctantly, he takes his hand from her and sits up, grabbing his wheelchair and pulling it over so he can hop into it.]
If I'm still in there by the time you're done...feel free to join me.
[Maybe because he has a plan. Maybe because he noticed she's kind of soaked. Maybe because she'll look really cute in his oversized shirt afterward, having ditched her soaked pyjamas.]
[Once they're fully disengaged from each other she rolls her shoulders, moves her fingers around.]
I'll keep that in mind, handsome.
[She pats his shoulder as if to send him on his way. Whatever his motives she really is dedicated to getting his couch, table, and the general surrounding area clean again. It does take her a good twenty minutes to get everything back to normal but she's proud of her work! It doesn't look like a barrel of ink exploded all over his place!]
Still busy?
[Either way she's going to slip into the bathroom to get the shorts off, they're too uncomfortable now to be of any real use.]
[There's a little shudder as he gets used to having nothing inside of him before he rolls himself to the bathroom. Holy shit, he'd get used to being stuffed like that way too easily. Reminds him of his own breeding fetish...
Of which he's thinking about while he soaks in a sinfully warm tub. It's been a while since they played with anything like that...]
Hey.
[He waves with a tentacle. He hasn't been doing much bathing, just relaxing. So lazy. Sue him.]
[She laughs a bit, mostly because if she hadn't already seen her work ethic for herself she'd deem Boxer the laziest man in the world. Granted under the circumstances he's still earned the right to do whatever he wants, including soak in bath tubs all night.]
Good, because I think I need it.
[After all, her arm isn't exactly the right color, and it won't come off for days at the very least, but she can lessen the splatter in the areas that flecked. That and she's never needed a thinner reason to take her clothes off.]
Just don't fall asleep in there. [She's careful to mind the tentacles as she slides her way in, grabbing her favorite soap along the way.]
[They'll easily move out of the way for her as she needs the space, too. But he's just lounging, arms resting on the edge of the tub, in a position that is perfect for her to rest on if she wants to.]
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He doesn't notice what she's trying to pull off, as he's too preoccupied, reasonably, with her busy hand. But once she puts his sensitive tip in her mouth, he lets out a shriek as if she'd dunked him in ice-cold water. Even with how much sex they've had, and with Nariko's extensive knowledge of Boxer's (admittedly limited) mid-sex noises, she'll have never heard what's coming out of his mouth right now, which...honestly seems like noises of suffering pain more than anything else.
But it's not pain. It's the combination of feeling so perfectly good while a little unsettled by how much control Nariko has over his body, how he feels pleasure right now. But he trusts her utterly, so he has no real problem with this arrangement.
So when he comes, of course it's going to be one of the most powerful he's ever had. In fact, there's a little bit of a backdraft that threatens to rip his tentacle right out of her mouth if she doesn't have a good enough grip on it.]
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It means that her grip is far too weak, and while her other hand has only slowed its movements inside of him the other just hands a little uselessly. Which ... Might end with him coming all over her face and neck and those other nearby parts? If so then it's alright, she'll remember to close her eyes and that'll be enough!]
Hey ...
[Is he - Okay? It's completely unsexy and probably ruins the moment to an insane degree but if she's hurting him then she has to at least keep relatively still!]
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Don't stop don't stop don't stop!!
[Come on, Nariko, he's mid-orgasm! Don't ruin it like this, please!]
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And in the same measure she goes back to massaging his prostate quickly, and that combined with the lewd, but inevitable sounds her mouth made for one hell of a scene. But that's part of the intoxication, and while she's doing her best to get (and this time keep) him back on the right track it occurs to her to ease her thighs shut a little more, and sort of squirm them. That way she's not throttling his length but it's enclosed, hot, and her pajama shorts are pretty much out of the way so it's just her skin that he's rubbing on.
Anything that might help is a good idea, as far as she's concerned.]
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His noises dissolve into a series of whimpers and whines when she starts tending to his prostate again, the gland subtly twitching and straining under her touch. They're easier to identify as pleasurable sounds than the earlier ones, and she still has at least a gallon of cum to attend to so he's clearly not done until it dries up. When it does, he's left panting and whimpering, eyes loosely closed as the rest of his body is slack, panting lightly.]
Don't...don't take it out yet...
[The afterglow with it right where it is is too good to miss out on--her hand gives a solid surface for his overworked prostate to rest against.]
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[She's not entirely sure she wouldn't need a good five minutes to work her arm free of him, and that's just more effort than needed for most of anything right now. Instead the most that she does is free her mouth, obviously, though not without giving his gold length a mild, half-parting sort of lick. She doesn't say anything else for a good while, she kisses along his mantle and up to his lower stomach, keeping her encased arm very still.
It's incredibly tempting to ask if he's alright but he came enough to practically drench her whole body. She might need another shower, even though it won't help help lessen the temporary staining. ]
So that was fun.
[To say the least.]
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Oof.
[That was a "Hell yeah, it sure was." His gold tentacle flicks against her bottom lip in mutual farewell, but right now that 'farewell' is just to release the hold he had on her and rest it around her idly.]
I feel like...I feel like I needed that more than I realized.
[That quantity alone...yeah, maybe that prostate massage was more than overdue.]
Feel a lot better...somehow. [Less...stuffed up.]
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[It's probably a bit awkward but she rests her head on him, relaxes into the couch.] How long has it been?
[Now it's no secret that Boxer's had a lot of partners, and it's no big deal that some of them had been around during the same time as Nariko. With all those possibilities she doesn't even think to consider that this might be the first time, after all the only person in New Cloudbank more experienced than herself is Boxer!]
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[Since they last had sex? Like...two days ago. Why, does she keep track of it?]
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[That's probably a little bit clearer.]
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[Soooo...never.]
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Then we should do it way more often!
[He's her boyfriend why would she be worried about touching any part of him? ... Except for the breathing hole on his neck and just because she has to remember to be less bitey with Boxer, in general.]
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I'm not gonna complain about that plan...
[She still has some cake left on his fingers, though.]
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Good, because I like this whole turning the tables kind of thing. [Which isn't to say that he's always been the dominant one, but it was a little difficult to be as versatile - she didn't have the reach or efficiency that he did. But this? It leveled the playing field quite a bit.]
I'll try to avoid the mess next time, though. [Although if they always have sex when they eat cheesecake she won't complain! She pulls at his hand to finish cleaning up, and know that her attention isn't split two different ways she can take her time with that.]
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Got some kind of plan...?
[Because good lord is that a lot. Forget the paper towels and lysol, they're gonna have to break out the mop for this. He sits up just slightly to take it all in.]
--oh my God. Did I make all of that?
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Uh, well.
[Hey, she's still got her shorts on. Her own mess is very much confined, though it won't be if she moves anything. So yeah, that's all him.]
It's not that bad!
[It's kind of that bad, but he ended up with the girlfriend who enjoys frenetic cleaning, so there's no use in worrying about it too much.] It won't take more than a few minutes to clean up! [More like twenty, but give back the cheesecake hand! She wasn't done sucking the flavor off.]
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Ugh...
[He lays back down, keeping his hand in Nariko's comfortable feeding radius.]
I'm too lazy to care right now.
[In fact, he should probably go to bed soon...once they take a shower.]
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[That she can actually get that out around this one particular section of his forefinger that she seems to like more than the rest is a miracle. It's entirely possible that some deeply set part of her just enjoying sucking and nibbling, because she graduates to the latter a bit, very gently.]
Lazy is a good outcome. [But bed is probably a good destination, eating sweets at, what, one in the morning? That's fun and all but they're both Adult People with Adult Jobs and shit.] At least we both feel better.
[And they sort of got engaged and pretty much sort of said they'd have kids together! They've packed a lot in.]
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[You indulge him so well, Nariko. He lets out a dark, throaty chuckle when she starts nibbling at his hand.]
What--what do you want to do next?
[He feels bad about leaving her hanging, but it really can be her choice as far as how they proceed. Bath? More sex? Take five (or twenty) for clean-up?]
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[She kind of wants to get off but she also wants to sleep ... But his apartment is too nice to leave so messy.] Take a shower, I'll clean up, and then sleep.
[If she really feels the need to cum then she'll mention it or just handle herself. It's not difficult and would revolve more around the idea of getting rid of the impulse than really enjoying it. She nips the tip of his finger before finally allowing him some freedom.]
Yes, no?
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[Slowly, reluctantly, he takes his hand from her and sits up, grabbing his wheelchair and pulling it over so he can hop into it.]
If I'm still in there by the time you're done...feel free to join me.
[Maybe because he has a plan. Maybe because he noticed she's kind of soaked. Maybe because she'll look really cute in his oversized shirt afterward, having ditched her soaked pyjamas.]
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I'll keep that in mind, handsome.
[She pats his shoulder as if to send him on his way. Whatever his motives she really is dedicated to getting his couch, table, and the general surrounding area clean again. It does take her a good twenty minutes to get everything back to normal but she's proud of her work! It doesn't look like a barrel of ink exploded all over his place!]
Still busy?
[Either way she's going to slip into the bathroom to get the shorts off, they're too uncomfortable now to be of any real use.]
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[There's a little shudder as he gets used to having nothing inside of him before he rolls himself to the bathroom. Holy shit, he'd get used to being stuffed like that way too easily. Reminds him of his own breeding fetish...
Of which he's thinking about while he soaks in a sinfully warm tub. It's been a while since they played with anything like that...]
Hey.
[He waves with a tentacle. He hasn't been doing much bathing, just relaxing. So lazy. Sue him.]
Still got some space in here for you.
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Good, because I think I need it.
[After all, her arm isn't exactly the right color, and it won't come off for days at the very least, but she can lessen the splatter in the areas that flecked. That and she's never needed a thinner reason to take her clothes off.]
Just don't fall asleep in there. [She's careful to mind the tentacles as she slides her way in, grabbing her favorite soap along the way.]
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[They'll easily move out of the way for her as she needs the space, too. But he's just lounging, arms resting on the edge of the tub, in a position that is perfect for her to rest on if she wants to.]
Nice henna tattoo.
[It practically is, given the coverage...]
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