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Oh. It was smooth, like a ripple over water. Or like...a blanket lifting and settling into another shape. Though Oscar felt a moment of uncertainty when he felt the difference under his hand.

But it was John. He felt that, even as he felt the weight difference against his chest.

Slowly, carefully, his fingers ran over John's back.

"Did you...is this...you have breasts?" Those felt very nice, actually. And extremely, pleasantly distracting.

John smiles against his lips, arching up to his touch before nodding.

"I do, yes," and that comes with a little smile, eyes shining brightly before she pecks a kiss on Oscar's lips, "and I thought, with a form you haven't really seen, you can take some time to... explore. Focus on me the way you want to. Touch. Kiss. Hold."

John leans in, leans down, pressing a little so they can murmur gently against the shell of his ear.

"Let you press inside of me like this. Make it simpler."

Oh, she arched. That was lovely. And the way she murmured into his ear...

Oscar shivered, and let his hand press on the small of her back.

"I suppose," he murmured, "you'll be able to feel me inside you faster." Greedy John.

He smiled, letting his hand slowly stroke over John's back. "You'll tell me if it's too...teasing...?"

That first comment gets a nod; yes, very greedy. Just because they can be patient doesn't mean they want to be. And Oscar might have just touched upon something of a very good (emotional) spot.

But the concern has her leaning down, nodding again and kissing him a little more slow, a touch more sweet.

"I'm sure you've noticed I'm pretty... vocal. I like talking. And I like telling you what I want. I know you're listening."

Listening and that it matters.

To be fair, Oscar felt all revved up. And, well, the sexual desire helped get in the way of any shock he felt in the transformation. He would have been, perhaps, more cautious.

But the weight against his body, the realness...

Oscar didn't hesitate to give John a kiss back, and a little squeeze. He needed to give John more squeezes, he realized.

"I like knowing what you want. And I like knowing...when I give you pleasure." He kissed her jaw, and took a moment to bury his face against his neck. His voice came out in a murmur.

"It's extremely difficult to focus on anything else with you, here, looking as beautiful as you always do."

"Good."

A touch possessive, perhaps, and not so much wanton as wanting; she doesn't know how to take being 'beautiful' but she very much enjoys the idea that Oscar wants to focus on nothing else but them. One hand, a little smaller, pets the back of his head, through his curls, silently appreciative of it, of him. If they are to be beautiful, then Oscar must know that he is precious. That he is wanted in every way that a being can be wanted. That he is more than worthy of being wanted, by anyone.

"Whatever you want: touch, kiss, experiment. I trust you, Oscar." A little softer. "And I want your hands, your mouth, your eyes, your body... as much as you will gift me with."

His laugh was soft against their skin. Possessive? He didn't mind it in the least. Being with John felt safe. Moreover, he felt wanted for himself.

And while the hand was smaller, it was still John's, still giving him those reassuring pets.

"In that case...we're going to be here for awhile." His smile was a touch rueful as he kissed John on the neck, stroking down over their back, gently touching the curve of her ass.

"I only have one hand and a lot of touching to do."

That earns him an enthusiastic nod and another kiss as she settles back against the bed and tugs him after her, against her, partially on top of her. When did they get to the bed? Somewhen. Somewhen when they needed to. It's so much easier when the world is just two bodies, after all.

"Please, Oscar."

Take your time. Touch.

Oscar found himself tugged and was surprised, taking a moment to glance around and see the bed. Well...guess this way no one was going to see his butt in the air.

Even if the couch was nice.

"Yes." He took her hand, turning it to kiss her palm. Lingered, taking in John's scent, closing his eyes.

And slowly moved to start kissing his way uo John's arm, up to one well sculped shoulder, to tentatively- shyly even- cup their breast in his hand.

He had to use his hips and other arm for balance but- thankfully, he had a general idea of how to.

He just didn't realize where the hip press might, well...press.

She did. And she doesn't mind one bit. It feels nice to slide her thigh against his, though she's going to release a hand to push his clothing away with more need now, a happy little crow when she gets a piece free to toss it off the bed. The hand on her breast gets a soft hiss and he'll feel the little nub harden against his finger almost like magic. Once she can, her hand is going in his hair, coaxing and running her fingertips over his scalp.

"Oscar," is a sound, a breath. Not quite a moan. Not yet.

His thigh felt so...thick, and felt as if the hairs were dragging against her skin. He still laughed when John managed to whip his boxers off and get his shirt to fly...somewhere. He didn't care where just yet.

"Been keeping you waitin'." He commented, grinning as he kissed his way down her sternum, to her breast, where he paused. He breathed over her skin, before offering an open mouthed kiss to the nub. His hand moved, gently massaging the other with his fingers.

He wanted to hear his name called like that again.

She hums happily as she nods in response, savoring that grin on his face, the laughter- happiness! Oscar should be happy more often. Should be smug more often. She has a very firm conviction he will be smug soon enough, especially when her thighs tighten and a soft little gasp slips out in the shape of his name, not the same, perhaps, but with the same hunger. Once her mouth is closed, she bites her lip to keep her breathing steady from the touches.

Oscar needs to be smug so often- it's a very rare thing. But he's very pleased and happy, enjoying the taste of her skin.

So much so, his hips shifted, offering a gentle rock against her body as his tongue flicked against her nipple, his hand offering a firm squeeze.

Who knew that John could taste so...good.

Her own hips rock against him in reply, back arching in a little hitch at the tongue on such a sensitive spot. The air right after, cool on damp skin, feels good and do does his hand; he might feel how the muscles against him flex in response. Her eyes are closed, fluttering a little from the sensations, and now that he's not tasting her lips, she doesn't mind speaking a little.

"Fuck," like a long slow stretch, each letter languid, "I want you inside me. I like the way your hands feel. They're strong: good steady fingers, callouses on the pads- I like that. I like how they feel when it's sensitive." A little more breathless. "I like your mouth too. The stubble. I think if you used your mouth there, if I could feel it against my thighs- I'd melt apart."

A soft sigh offered to the sky.

"But I still think I want you inside me more, Oscar. You feel so good."

All the dirty talk made his face flush. John's words were wicked and potent, and Oscar felt himself squirming, swallowing and dragging his tongue over her skin.

And he pulled away from John, licking his lips as his fingers kept moving, groping, almost idle.

"You want me inside...? Now?" His fingers gently squeezed thr hard nub. "My fingers? Mouth? Or...?"

He glanced down. He was bouncing back, but wanted to try and last more then a second. But John's pleading was impossible to ignore.

...that's so cute. Help. She reaches over and runs her fingers through his hair.

"There's no rush, Oscar. Everything you're doing is very good." And there's definitely a shift against his hand, appreciative. "I want you to know I want you. That the idea of it is making me hot, making the place between my legs wet and sensitive."

Her palm cups his cheek, tender.

"If you want to explore with your hands, I would like that. If you want to keep teasing me, arousing me, I would like that too. Making me wait until you're ready and it will be best for both of us a good idea. Wanting, arousing the imagination, helps to make it even better." She smiles up at him, golden eyes hazy with affection.

"I'm enjoying everything. I'm just excited."

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Oscar settled a little, hoping he wasn't offering a pout. He did lean in to offer a quick on the lips.

And he leaned against John's hand, enjoying her touch.

"Well...I'm glad you're excited." He murmured, and nuzzled her, nose to nose.

"But let me know if it's too much teasing. Especially..." His hand started to gently drift, going over her side. "Since I'd hate to make you too sensitive. I can't watch you squirming because it hurts."

His smile became warm, languid even. "I'd rather you squirm because you want me."

The little peck gets a smile, a nuzzle back, and her fingers move slow to stroke along his temple, around his ear. But she as he pulls away, she kisses his shoulder, just above his heart.

"I'd never let it get to that point. I don't want you to worry about that." She arches a little then, shifting in offer to him, head tilting with a happy little smile. "All of this is because I want you."

She accents every phrase as she continues with a little slide of her fingers against his jaw.

"The way you smile when you make my breath catch. How good the weight of you feels. Solid. Warm. Your thighs against mine. Your length rubbing along my mound. I can hardly wait to watch your eyes the first time you make me come. And the second." Just a little wry. "And probably the third."

He felt as if his heart would burst from the happy little flips of happiness. That every word, every touch was from being so cherished. So wanted.

Maybe even loved.

He stopped moving, his eyes closing and simply enjoying her touch. Though...wow those fingers against his beard gave him tingles.

"I want you too. That's why I offered this in the first place." He brought up his hand so he could catch her fingers and kiss them.

"Because I want to see you in pleasure. Give you pleasure. See your breath catch, and know I did it."

His hips rocked slowly, offering a little release from his growing restlessness. "Though we can both say...we're excited to keep this going. Aye?"

Absolutely loved. She'll rock in response to him: gentle, encouraging pressure, as she pulls him into a sweet kiss.

"You do so many wonderful things to make me feel good."

She leans in a little and presses her chest against him as they move, enjoys the way his chest hair prickles against her skin, the soft scrape on sensitive nipples, and deepens the kiss while her fingers brush through his beard again. When she draws back-

"We're both... very excited." A slightly sheepish smile. "I'll try to be less distracting."

The sensation caused his breath to catch, even as he kissed her back, the kiss lingering, sweet.

"It's my first time. It's very exciting." He rubbed his body against hers with a soft groan, feeling his skin and hair catch against hers.

"You may want to hold onto the bed." He kissed her throat, down her sternum, and down her stomach. "Unless you'd like to hold onto my hair. I'm returning the earlier favor."

She smiles, a low chuckle in her chest until he starts kissing his way down and then she's nodding and finding a place to hold to the bed for one hand and burying her hand in his curls with the other.

"It's... my first time with you," and her voice has gone a little huskier, "don't- don't be worried if I'm a little more... reactive. This form has... more sensation there. I promise, u-unless I tell you different, it feels very good."

Oscar nodded, his nose dragging against her skin as he offered a kiss onto John's hip.

"Yes- yes of course."

He peered up at John, curls flopping into his eyes. "I'll- it's a compliment. I just- if you need me to stop, or it hurts- please tell me."

He kissed her thigh. "I want this- first time- and all times- to be not...painful for you. Or hurt you."

The curls in his eyes made her heart feel terribly heavy and full all at once. She lets her hand drift down to brush them back a little, terribly fond.

"Everything has been wonderful with you. And I promise, Oscar: you can't hurt me." Can't. Literally impossible. Especially like this. "But if you so much as do something I don't like, I promise to tell you."

She ruffles his hair playfully.

"Trust your instincts. I wouldn't be here, with you, like this, if I didn't think this would be wonderful."

Oscar is sweet and loving and so careful. And Oscar is focused and determined and intense in his need to care for those he loves. She knows with full faith that the only danger here is that she jumps his bones and preempts his exploration.

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Because he loved feeling John's hand, he made sure to turn his face and give her hand a big smooch. One day he would just try to catch John's palms and cover them with kisses. Who knew if that would make her jump right onto his bones and make them rattle hard.

"Thank you John." His voice was soft. "For all your trust."

And he sank down, kissing her mound, parting her legs so he could dive in and give her his full rapt attention.

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