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[From his limited experiences here Idia had learned to just... not try and think. If he thinks too much he just starts to panic. And so far... it's worked out ok? Afterwards? Sure, that was time to panic and question what he had just done and what the hell was wrong with this all. But during? Yeah, less so. Or he's trying for it to be less so.

It's said 'just go with it' that results in him acting on a thought he had been considering as she spoke, Idia leaning down far enough to drag his tongue across the nipple of hers he had been playing with, mindful as always to keep his teeth out of range, testing to see how it felt to him, and to her as his hand continued to play with her other breast.]

[ Persephone's been in similar situations. She's improved a lot and learned to go with the flow. Though there have been times when she tried to analyze everything after and just made herself feel extremely embarrassed.

Her nails dig a little into his scalp in response to the sensation of his tongue across her nipple. She lets out a little gasp followed by a sigh and a little shiver. ]

Nnnaaah, [A sound out of him as her nails dug in, not a bad one, but it such a new sensation for him, to have someone touching him there. But she seemed to like it, right? And he liked getting that response out of her, gaze up to her as he repeated it, a tilt of his head this way and that, testing if he made any difference, that contrast between her and those piercings, and wondering... would having a tongue one be... fun? For others? Would it be a good sensation for others to feel? Then again, who is silly enough to let him get this close?

Well, Persephone was right now, and somewhere in him... Idia's happy? That she was trusting him like this.

But he really liked those sounds, how she reacted, his hand dropping from her chest back to her hip, a little tug on it to encourage her even closer, if that was even possible, wanting her pressed against him even more.]

[ The sound he makes gives her pause, but when he doesn't tell her to stop so her hand moves again, nails scratching a tad more roughly at his scalp. Nothing that should cause pain.

The position of his tongue doesn't seem to make a difference, she seems to enjoy it no matter what he does. She's used to people using their teeth to toy with the piercing or outright sucking on her nipple. So while this is nice, she'd like more. ]

You can do more, you know. [ Her voice is breathy and the scent of flowers has grown stronger in the air. ]

[Idia's fingers flexing against her with that scratch,] Ahhaah. [So weird! Good? Yeah? He thinks? But weird! But good?

Oh, hmm, well... that worry kicking in about possibly hurting her with his teeth, but...] Hokay. [Answering with his tongue still out, then realizing he was, drawing it back before,] Ok, ah, ok. [A moment to mentally encourage himself, telling himself to stop being so hesitant and just... do. She would tell him if she didn't like, right? So... just try.

Idia really can't do the whole using his teeth thing, maybe a bit concerned if he ended up liking it and... hurting others by doing so. Actually... he already kinda knows he wants to but... stopping himself. But if he's careful... leaning in once more, another lick before careful to catch either side of that piercing on his top teeth, the shape of them allowing to hook behind rose tips and gently pulling. Not far, just a little to test it out first, if she was ok with it or not.]

[ It's tentative, the way he carefully uses his teeth but she doesn't mind. Her back arches as he pulls at the piercing, moaning and unconsciously grinding her hips down against him.

Once again her nails dig a little into him, this time not just his scalp but his back.

She's clearly okay with it if the sound she makes and the scent of flowers aren't enough to let him know. ]

Ah... That's good. Like that. [ She murmurs as she strokes a hand through his hair. ]

[It takes a lot for Idia not to jerk as her nails dug in, very mindful what sensitive area he was near with her, eyes closing to them before opening again, really liking everything right now; how she held him, those sounds, that grind, and picking up that scent...

Gods this is good.

It certainly makes him want more, that pink flaring out further across his hair during this all. A groan from deep in Idia's throat as he arched his hips up against her, that growing hardness there as he tugged against that piercing again, tongue tip brushing over her nipple at the same time. Depending how far she reaches down his back Persephone may come across the three flat circular connectors approximately two inches in diameter, running in a line down his spine on his upper back.]

[ Persephone has no objections to more. That's what this is, after all, experimenting to see where his boundaries lie for this kind of thing. So far he seems keen to continue with what they're doing.

Her hand hasn't reached far enough to feel along his spine, if it had she would have probably put a pause on things out of concern. That's something that'll have to come later. For the moment, she's just enjoying how everything feels. For experimentation, it's not as awkward as she thought it would be.

She can feel him as he presses his hips up against her and can't help but roll with it. She grinds against him again, groaning. She's never done things quite like this, usually, the pants come off a lot faster. Or, in her case, the panties beneath her skirt. ]

[Yeah, good, but too many layers. Need to get rid of those. Problem one with that; having to move to do so. However the fact she's in a skirt is rather handy, Idia's hands dropping to her thighs, running his palms up them while gathering the fabric with them, allowing it to bunch up around his wrists. His hands continue though, happy to settle against her backside as Idia carefully lifts his head so not to catch her piercing as he did, brushing his tongue over his teeth he had used on it.]

You sound so good, Persephone.

[ Feeling his hands slide up her thighs has her squirming, eager to be touched. When his hands come to rest on her backside she presses in against him, lips finding his neck out of habit with others. She does wonder if he'd count this as kissing. ]

I'd like to hear you.

[It doesn't count, and it also won't take that much for Persephone to get her wish, a light 'nnggh' out of him as she sought out his neck. It's something Idia has learned he does really like, but hasn't really had a chance, or gave a lot of chance, to try out here, only once. His head leans enough to offer her more room to work on his neck, brain working out if it's good to tell her so, to let her know, right?] Ah, I, ah, like that...

[ Persephone does love to hear her partner's sounds and eagerly continues to mouth along his neck, occasionally stopping to apply a little suction.

When he says he likes it, she grins against his neck before working her way up to his ear. ] Do you now? [ She murmurs, hot breath against his ear. ]

[She keeps that up and she'll get to hear it more as Idia gets quite vocal once he's worked up, and she was doing a really good job at that; fingers tightening on her as Idia grinds against her, face flushed and mouth partly open.] Ah, ahh, Persephone~. [Voice hitching as she continued,] Y-Yeah. More. Please. [It followed by a groan, though it's edging more on frustration, the situation below starting to get painful for him.]

[ His grinding against her draws a moan out of her. She doesn't stop going after his neck, unable to stop herself from letting her teeth drag over the flesh. She never outright bites but does pause every now and again to press her teeth down before sucking on his neck.

It's impossible to ignore what's going on down south and she tries to get hands between them so she can undo his pants. It's not so easy given how closely they're pressed together, however. ]

[Idia's so distracted by the magic she's working on his neck he almost doesn't register her hands slipping between them, forcing himself to stop moving so she can but letting out a whimper as her teeth find his skin.] Not fair, not fair! [He whines, tone pitching up and breathy. Why does people keep leaving marks in spots he has to hide!? Then again... it is really good! Totally worth it.]

[ Persephone can't help but giggle. ] What's not fair~?

[ She's definitely going to leave marks on him, but she can heal them after if he's not too pleased with them. One of the perks of her abilities.

She has to shift, so she can finally get her hands far enough down to undo his pants. It's a little bit of a struggle, she's never tried to do things like this when so close together. Eventually, however, she manages to free him from confinement. ] Do you wanna... inside me? [ She almost sounds breathless. ]

[Idia's hold loosens on her so she can, but doesn't leave, trailing against her skin as she shuffles to get more room to help him out, a groan from him with that release of pressure from being trapped in his pants. Give him a moment, to catch his breath.

Yet he's not given nearly enough with that question, eyes snapping open wide as that pink rushes up along his hair and in an instant it's full pink, the blush on his cheeks darkening along with it. That full transformation also tints the normal blue coloring of his lips and around his eyes a darker pink, close to her own coloration. Not fair! Not fair! Don't just pull lines on him like that! Ok... sure, it was a valid question... but still!]

I-I-I, ah, [Nope. Stop. Take a breath. Try and ignore he just went full pink mode on her...] I... yeah, I'd... like to try. I-I haven't before... and... [A bit of a nervous chuckle joining it.] You got me pretty worked up... sorry in advance, if, ah... get too excited too fast? [He'll try and last! He promises!]

[ Her eyes widen when he goes fully pink. She can't help but giggle, it's a nice look on him and she'd like to see that more often.

She refrains from doing anything further until he says that he'd like to. ] Don't worry about it.

[ She leans in again to go after his neck, the other side time, as her hand gives him a slow stroke, thumb rubbing over the tip. She'll pause there, letting him react before she shifts once more, lifting herself up while holding him steady.

She's slow about lowering herself, rocking her hips as she slowly lets him slip inside. She wants nothing more than to just slam herself down on him but they didn't get any lube out before all of this and she's learned her lesson about that. Luckily she's more than wet enough to make up for the lack of lube.

A soft moan escapes her as she settles back into his lap with him fully inside. Her face is still pressed against his neck but she's paused any sucking or biting for the moment. ]

[As good as her attacks against his neck had been before, and still were, Persephone's hand stroking him was easily grabbing his attention more, a sound from deep in his throat, a soft 'nggh', as Idia gritted his teeth together. Eyes having closed to that, Idia opened them again as he felt her move, hands lifting a little so not to restrict her movements, fingertips trailing softly over her thighs.

And maybe it's a good thing she couldn't just take his full length in one go, it might be a bit too much for him first go. Even now that sensation of her slowly sliding around him,] Aaahhh, fuuucckk~. [A hand shooting down from her leg to grip at the bedding at his side instead, Idia fighting the urge to close his eyes to this all, wanting to watch as he vanished inside of her, or as best as he can with this angle. Gods, it's so different to his hand or toys. Or others' hands, or mouths... you know, stuff he's done to meet quota, legs tensing up under her as Persphone slips down his full length to settle against him.

While she's seated against him for now, Idia still feels the need to speak up. Or more splutter out,] D-don't move just yet... please. J-Just a moment... [Getting it out between breaths. Though even then he's fighting his own urge to move, to grind up against her. And quickly losing that battle.]

[ Perhaps this would have been easier done if he was lying back on the bed, but at this point, Persephone doesn't care. She lets out a sound to say she heard him and tries to avoid moving, though it's impossible to still all movement. Her hips shift forward and back a little and her muscles around him squeeze and release as she balances herself in his lap.

She holds on tightly to him to try and keep herself from moving more than she already is, but it's difficult. ] Ah... You feel good. She murmurs, lips against his ear, voice breathy.

Eeehhhh! [Not helping! Not helping! Not helping! Ahhh, she feels amazing! Why hadn't he done this before?! Well, crippling social anxiety and depression and a whole bunch of reasons... but still! Idia so hyper aware of all those little twitches and movements from her, fingers tightening against her leg again as his hips ground forward to match her little shifts, his body not listening to his brain.

As Idia let out a sound between a cry and a chuckle, head back,] Aaahhh~ wtf~... [A few breaths to steady himself before bringing his head back down.] I'm ok, I'm ok. Just... didn't want to end too soon. Would be a waste. [Because she had got him rather worked up.] I'm ok. [Idia added one more time, a few more breaths and a huff out, to compose himself.

Then a soft 'haa' as she spoke.] You too. Too good. And you're just sitting there. [A short laugh.] I'm so fucked... [...no pun intended.

And... wanting to experiment, flexing his hips a bit to grind against her. Wow that's a totally different feel to having anything in the way, a completely different feeling of pressure.]

You don't have too much about that, I can always help get you doing again. [ She says with a giggle before nipping at his neck.

She remains still despite her slowly growing impatience. The experimental flexing doesn't help either. She groans and bites his neck, not enough to break the skin but enough that there's no mistaking those are her teeth. Her nails scratch over his scalp and side. ]

[Idia chuckles back with her words because... yeah, she could. He really thinks she could.

And just as Idia thinks he's sorted, that he can deal with this... she goes and does that, attacking his neck again, a cry getting out of him as his arms snap up to wrap around her, head dropping to her shoulder and just holding her tight for a moment. Those nails too, ughhh!] Persephone~ [Idia whimpers out.] That's not fair~!

[Ugh! Ok, deep breaths, he got this, taking a few as Idia tilts his head back again, hand up and running through his hair,] It's fine, it's fine, I'm cool, I'm fine. [It's normally a chant Idia does when he's angry and needing to calm down... but right now... ok, that helps, several more breaths before they even out.] Ok... I'm ok... [A huff out as Idia lets his hand drop to rest against her hip, holding each side of her hips now.] I wanna keep going.

[ She laughs, cackles really, at his response.

This has to be one of the most interesting first times she's had with someone. Even as their first time for this sort of thing. Hermes hadn't been nearly as entertaining. ]

Mmn, I'm gonna move then. [ She warns before slowly lifting herself up from his lap with a soft sound escaping the back of her throat. She's not sure how much control she should have here. It seems to her it might be better if he controls things. ]

[Maybe it's not the best position if she planned him to take more control, but hey, she seemed, ah, encouraging enough to try more options later. And really, it's not a bad position to start with, Idia getting a wonderful view of her during this, but also able to feel her so much against him. And as she moves, a groan out of Idia, hands urging her back down on him. No thinking or doubting in his actions, just... wanting.]

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