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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.

It's probably a good thing that she warned him, because once he puts his mouth to work?

He has never seen her writhe like that, never seen her arch and claw at the bed like she can barely stand it --not him, never him! The hand in his hair either strokes his curls lovingly or goes absolutely still when overwhelmed-- but at least there is no question in how she says his name.

First between panting breathes, then in a moan that starts low and stutters before soaring. His name like a prayer and his name like a plea and his name like the only other person in the world.

She can feel it, feel his focus on her, his devotion, how much he wants this. It's wonderful. So wonderful. He's wonderful.

She comes. Christ, does she come, practically levitating off the bed, and he'll feel it, the muscles under his tongue flexing like a heartbeat as she rides the waves of pleasure beneath him.

"Oh," she says, sounding almost dazed, "oh, Oscar."

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He would have been very startled if he hadn't been warned.

There was only the slightest pause before he dove in, drinking her in. Worshiping, devouring, drinking John in, his mouth working. Licking, sucking, and parting her with his tongue. He picked up on her energy, became frantic in trying to please her. Wanting nothing more then to make her happy, inspire more cries of his name.

Enough that he could feel happy shivers down his smile, and was startled, feeling her come.

So this was what it was like to be petted and to give such devoted sweetness.

"John." He murmured, kissing her inner thigh, nuzzling skin, and sighed, feeling, simply content. Peaceful as he rose up, moving from his place between her legs, so he could sit, and pet them, soothing her as she came down from her high.

"John." He felt nothing but tenderness towards her then.

He'll get to feel her shiver at the sensation of his kiss, at the nuzzle to her oversensitized skin, and when he rises up, she uses arms that feel as solid as the waves and not a drop more so to tug him up against her and rest her head against his shoulder.

Her breathing is still wobbly and uneven but she buries her face against him and makes an effort to go in and out before she surfaces again.

"Oscar," is what she says, the word soaked in drowsy delight and deep affection like sunlight. Her skin has a light sheen of sweat from it all but her eyes are glowing from it, outlining the dark lashes with their shine. Finally-

"Thank you. That was... mmmm."

Oh, that was nice. Cuddles! He helped her lean against him with his arm wrapped around John, a kiss pressing to her hair. She's all wobbly, and needed that support from him which...was nice. It was nice that he was someone who could offer support.

And, also, get to offer hair kisses to that gold streaked hair.

"You're most welcome John." He nuzzled her hair, offered a gentle squeeze. "Mmm. That was wonderful."

She nods and nuzzles against his throat, breathing him in and sighing happily behind his ear.

"Isn't it? It's as lovely to do as it is to receive."

But her hand very gently reaches up to run light over his lips.

"Are they numb? Tired?"

She brushes the hand through his hair.

"And you? How are you feeling?"

Her leg shifts a little, gently testing to see if he's still hard, if his body is still hungry. There's no rush, but she wants to make sure he's okay. She tips her head lightly to one side, gesturing at the bed table.

"Maybe a little water?"

He felt a little shiver. Funny how he didn't realize the back of his ear could be sensitive too.

"Maybe even better to give." He murmured, offering a peaceful sigh.

"My lips aren't exactly numb but...I could use the water. My jaw...mostly feels a little sore."

His hips shifted. He was still hard, still wanting, but he was happy to wait, let her body settle.

"Could you get the water for me please...?"

He didn't want to let John go. Especially if he could get some light finger strokes over her breasts.

She was going to lean into the touches, smiling at him and preening happily at his attention.

"Will you keep giving so wonderfully after you've had a sip or two?"

She turns her hand and the water floats over. She's not silly enough to touch anything else while he's taking care of his body's needs. Even if she wants to.

"May I ease your jaw, Oscar?"

That she can do while he drinks.

If she was a cat, her tail would be doing happy shivers, he thought.

"Happily." He kissed her neck, and her shoulder, before taking the glass with a quiet thanks.

"And I would appreciate it. Thank you John." He was sure it wouldn't ache the next day or anything. But it would help with talking, among other things.

She shivers happily at the little kiss and curls up closer to him. Then, careful not to nudge him while he's drinking, she'll gently murmur the chant to help ease his pain. It's not as if he'd actually injured himself; she just wants to ease the ache.

She might have forgotten the other effect of the chant as she watches him drink with deep fondness.

"Mmmm, don't let me tire you out too much," she says, laying against him, running her hand up and down his side with gentle fondness, "I don't actually get tired. So if you need to rest, we can rest."

The ache eases as he drinks steadily, swishing some small amounts in his mouth to help his tongue. He had a bit of cotton mouth.

...not that it mattered anymore. Or that it effected him too much after the spell. Oscar felt as if he had a refreshing night's sleep and then some.

"I'll tell you, I promise." He kissed her hair, and offered her the empty glass to float back to the side table. "But actually I feel...fantastic."

Better then he felt in days. Maybe he'd been dehydrated all along. "Are you ready for me?"

The glass will be floated back to the table as she pulls him closer and draws him into a kiss, nodding all the while. Oh yes. She most certainly is. She'll draw his hand down between her legs to feel how slick she still is just to reassure him, but her other hand is going to check on him, sliding fingers around his length and offering an encouraging stroke.

"Do you know how you want to have me?" she asks in a little nuzzle against his jaw. "We can try a few different positions."

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