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[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...]

[His cheeks are poked.] Don't do that.

[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.]

[Boxer recoils a little at the poke.] Sorry.

[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?]

[He's always so hard on himself.]

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.]

Goodness.

[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.

I've cooked Asian for you before.

[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.]

[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.]

Don't you love it.

[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.]

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