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[ Because once he's over this First Encounter hump (haha...), he'll probably be a little less wary of the whole situation. For now-- Yeah, he loses that train of thought when she starts in on him, biting lightly on the inside of his cheek before smiling. ]
Thanks. Shouldn't be too hard... I'm pretty easy.
[ There's a joke to be had there, of course. And that's just a loose estimate based on the fact that he's never really had any troubles or complaints. ]
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[But it's a little early to be considering next time, so she decides to focus on this one. Pidge can't really know for sure, how easy he is, because it's not something they really chat about.
The comment itself earns him a smile, but then she picks up the pace a little, stroking him faster. It's temping to try and draw it out a little, but she's also impatient.]
I dunno. Seems pretty hard to me.
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[ And that accompaniment to her wordplay is all he has for comment for a little while. Her own impatience makes his own statement correct; he's easy. It's not very long before he's laid back, hips rocking just slightly, automatically. His closest hand to her reaches out to rest on her thigh, gripping and rubbing in turn.
He comes soon, over her hand and his own belly, and he offers her a red-faced smile as his breathing re-stabilizes. ]
I, uh—There's tissues. On the nightstand, there.
[ And then, whenever she seems freed up again, he opens his arms. ] C'mere.
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It's over soon enough, and Pidge gives him an appreciative squeeze before releasing him so she can grab the aforementioned tissues. Cleanup's pretty straightforward, at least. When she's finished, the tissues are stowed on the nightstand and her now-useless panties are discarded over the side of the bed before she crawls into his arms.] Hi.
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[ Until then, he's happy to languidly make out, steadily escalating the press and slide of his hands on her until he's in the folds of her again, two digits deep while the heel of his hand grinds against her clit.
After a dose of that, though, he breaks away from her and, without comment, stands, reaching back down to grab her by one thigh and drag her towards the edge of the bed. He then moves to kneel on the floor, situating himself so that Pidge's legs rest over his shoulders. The angle's pretty obvious, so he just goes for it. He doesn't even see much need for a slow buildup, since they'd ready been in the midst of things. He laps broadly and re-inserts his fingers.
He moves his spare hand up, smoothing over her torso and under her borrowed shirt. When he finds a nipple, he pinches lightly. And he can't really stop to ask, but… Hopefully that's a thing for her? Hopefully this is all a thing. ]
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[At first, she's content to press herself against him, hands lazily trailing up his arms and over his shoulders as they kiss. Things escalate quickly after that, and soon enough she's all but squirming under his attention.
The sudden absence of his fingers is jarring, but there's no time to dwell on that. Being dragged around by the leg and repositioned is, as it turns out, a fairly effective distraction. And also something she wasn't expecting to appreciate quite so much. By the time she realizes what's about to happen, she's too into it to even consider protesting. Her hands slide up into his hair and her hips jerk as she grinds against his face. The angle's a little awkward, but she still manages to press herself up into that other hand, wanting to feel more.]