Nope's Peak r2 - Day 3

[flamingprick]

[Continuing from this thread]

Okay. How much do you know about guys' bodies in the first place?

[He is actually talking about this let him die now

Well no not really, because he sees that worried look on her face and he doesn't want to upset her. It's just awkward to talk about, she didn't do anything wrong. He's got to correct that at least so she doesn't walk away from this all freaked out.]

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[fightingoverdose]

[The little tail taps are enough to catch her attention; she'd almost forgotten about it! But since it's here and all, she attempts to give it a gentle stroke, see if it's as soft as it looks.]

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[That turns out to be a very good choice. It is soft, yes. Softer than the hair on Rin's head, even! But there's something else fun that Sara will be able to see too. Rin's tail is a little sensitive anyway, but when he's already worked up like this? Stroking it like that draws a low moan from Rin as he arches up against Sara.]

Fuck! Do that again!

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[She does it again, gentle, and a little more firmly, watching close]

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[A fun fact about Rin: when he can't think enough to form coherent sentences, he tends to fall back onto swear words. This is why he is curing up a storm as he writhes under Sara, clinging to her like his life depends on it. That touch on his tail feels so good and he just can't process what to even do about it. He's not really in a good position to get any helpful friction against himself right now so all he can do is shudder as he tries to hook one of his legs around Sara's knee to bring it closer.]

[fightingoverdose]

[Well! That is certainly interesting. She likes this reaction, a lot, and her face lights up as she gives it a couple more gos. Testing out pressure goes first, then different speeds or locations, if it makes a difference to run the tail through her palm or to brush it over anything else. She barely even teases him before wedging her knee close to provide plenty of friction, and she loves giving him shit. But reducing Rin speechless (if not wordless) is even better, and she is Down With This Sort of Thing.]

You sure do like havin' sensitive bits all loose around you.

[Teasing though the words may be, her croon is fond and pleased.]

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[Too much pressure does seem to get him to wince in pain, but for the most part Sara is doing a fine job there. The best reactions come from when she uses her hand to stroke it, but touching it with enough pressure right now will get a reaction out of him regardless.]

Please- ah-

[Rin has given up on full sentences long ago. Currently he's burying his face against Sara's neck, letting his hot, rapid breaths spread across the skin there. He's pressing the palms of his hands against Sara's back too, and for good reason: occasionally he'll forget and his fingers will twitch down, pressing his fingernails into her back. But when he remembers not to do that he pulls his fingers back so that it's his fingertips, not his nails, touching her back. He doesn't want to accidentally hurt her, even like that.

The friction is much appreciated, by the way. That firm lump is back now, because there's no way Rin isn't rock-hard at the attention he's getting.]

[fightingoverdose]

[Under the wrappings are considerably more and fresher scars, including a few slashes just shy of her spine still ridged with stitches. But outside of those spots, she presses into his touch, fingernails or no.

As for his tail, she'll stick to the pressure he likes and just a smidge below it, going slow over the smooth, soft fur. Her other hand runs up his side and down over his chest, not as careful with nails as he is, though hers are so short it barely matters. And shivering from the breath on her neck, she'll lay a couple kisses on his, lightly sucking on the tendon there]

[flamingprick]

[Ah, so that's what the bandages are for. Rin feels the first of the stitches with one of his fingers, and then he quickly pulls his hands higher up on her shoulders. He'll definitely stay away from her injuries.

All of this attention is leaving him feeling overwhelmed and over-sensitive, but it's still not quite enough and that leaves him gritting his teeth in impatience. The friction from her knee is nice but he wants more, and eventually he pulls a hand down from her shoulder to reach for her hand on his chest, which he guides down to his pants. He can't quite form the words 'please touch me here', but he's hoping that this is enough of a hint.]

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[Yes, this much she can figure out. Swallowing, she traces over and around the bulge with two fingers, then cups his whole crotch in her hand in a move that probably works a lot better on a woman than a man. The third try is just a normal stroke through his pants, and by then she figures she'd better check in to make sure she's in the right ballpark. What even are dicks and how do they work, honestly]

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[The touching is...not bad, definitely not bad, but it's pretty clear that Sara is trying to puzzle out what to do. As hard as it is to hold back, Rin doesn't jump in to help yet, and instead busies himself with watching what Sara is doing.]

You can take 'em off.

[His pants, he means. If she wants to get a better look, that is. Rin wears baggy clothes anyway, so it's pretty easy to just pull his pants down.]

[fightingoverdose]

If you want your ass on the tiles...

[Eh, probably someone would mop later. Fumbling the button open, she carefully eases the pants down his legs, followed by his underwear. And...]

So here he is, Rin Jr., in the flesh.

[As her first Real-Life Dick, Sara takes a good few moments just to check it out; the way it bobs when she prods at it, the heat under her fingers as she traces from shaft to head, that sort of thing. It's different, but not a bad different, she doesn't think.]

So that's it?

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[Honestly, Rin is probably going to be the one cleaning up after them anyway, so they can make a mess.

Rin isn't sitting all the way up, but he does prop himself up on his elbows so he can see better. He wants to make a joke about massive dongs, but if this is Sara's first dick then she might not get it. So he passes on that and goes for a more normal thing to say.]

Yeah, that's it.

[He pauses, and then he gives her a reassuring smile.]

You can touch it if you want. It's okay.

[Curious exploration and all. Rin's not rude, he won't rush through things.]

[fightingoverdose]

I figured that was the point. Wasn't sure if anything was gonna pop out, spikes or somethin'...

[Who knows what demons do?? The invite is appreciated anyway, and she may as well find out.

She grips him firmly, like a car's manual shift, or the flight stick in a Top Gun cabinet, though keeps herself from making pew-pew laser sounds. But even as a non porn watching newbie in a land of mosaicked junk, it doesn't take her long to figure out at least the basics of jerking a guy off, even if it's not the smoothest or gentlest ride.]

How's that?

[flamingprick]

[Spikes...]

No, dicks don't got spikes or any-nnnn...

[His sentence is cut off there as she starts to get the motions right. It's good, if a little rough, but Rin knows how to fix that last problem at least.]

Needs some- haaaah-

[He glances up to the counter above them. There should be some cooking oil up there, right? It's not lube or lotion, but it's slick enough he thinks.]

The oil, up there.

[fightingoverdose]

Like a cat or somethin'. Since you got the tail and the ears and all...

[That said, she does as indicated and drizzles some of the oil on him, which makes things go much more smoothly. Her grip is still firm and calluses rough, but possibly more in a nice way than an uncomfortable way? She double-checks anyway, his shifting expressions still novel]

Better?

[flamingprick]

[Please don't make him think about cat dicks right now, that's so unsexy.

This is much nicer now though, the smooth glide of her hand over him feeling much, much better than her dry hand had. Rin's done this plenty of times before on his own, and that was always nice and all, but it's so much better with someone else participating.

What's more, he can't believe how much he's moving right now. Not just pushing back up against her hand- which he is absolutely doing- but everything else too. His toes are curling from how good it all feels, and he can't stop the tremble in his legs nor the shiver that runs through his whole body. Somehow now is the time he gets embarrassed too, because he's covering his mouth with one of his hands to muffle the sounds he's making. He thought he could be suave, he didn't expect Sara to turn him into a shivering mess like this.

He does manage to nod in response to Sara's question, though. This is much, much better, though he won't last much longer at this rate. ]

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[given the population of this place having a cat furry or two would not be out of the question]

[THAT SAID Sara hadn't actually expected to be able to turn him into a shivering mess either, and it's kind of amazing? She likes finding a rhythm with him, and feeling him shudder beneath her, and hearing his muffled little cries; suddenly her mouth is dry and eyes bright, and it's very important to replace the hand on his mouth with breathless kisses instead.]

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[They can do a dick poll to see all the different kinds of dicks there are in this place.

Rin's now-free hand will snake up around Sara's shoulder to hold onto her as if his life depended on it as he eagerly kisses her back. He is so utterly consumed by the raw heat of the moment that he can't even find the words to warn Sara about what's coming. He just feels it build up, up, up, and then it's too much and he gasps into their kiss as he comes, spilling all over her hand and both of their chests.

He's almost embarrassed with how useless he ended up being, but he'll make up for it by doing things ten times worse to Sara, he decides. Once he's done riding out his orgasm, that is.]

[fightingoverdose]

Hm!

[Just that, a little surprised, pleased sound, and the warmth of accomplishment in her chest. ...And the warmth of spooge on it; this sure is messier than most girls, but nothing too crazy. And considerably simpler, too, which she can get behind.

After he seems to be finished coming, she releases his dick, wiping her hand on his shirt. Though she still thumbs lightly over his tail, gentle, and pulls away a bit with a smile]

Okay?

[flamingprick]

[That was definitely more than okay. Rin feels warm and satiated and pretty damn content right now. Even if he's a little self-conscious about being naked in front of someone who has almost all of her clothes on still.]

Yeah. That was...mmm.

[He wouldn't mind doing that like. A million times more.]

I guess it's your turn now, huh?

[His tail twitches a little in interest, but doesn't pull out of Sara's hand. Rin's up to something, watch out.]

[fightingoverdose]

Eh, whatever. Sometimes a job well done's its own reward.

[With a saucy eyebrow waggle she rocks back on her heels again]

[flamingprick]

[What's that, Sara? You want to be tackled again?

Sure, he can do that.]

Nu-uh! half the fun is in doing stuff to someone else! You really enjoyed that, didn't you? So I'm not gonna give you up until I get to have that fun too.

[fightingoverdose]

Hey! You're messin' up my cool guy speech!

[He makes a good point, though, and her squirming after his tackle is much more for the contact and to test his grip than to actually get loose.]

[flamingprick]

Trust me, you won't be caring much about that soon.

[Of course, she doesn't have a dick or a tail like Rin does, so there's no 'push here for fun' buttons that are clearly visible like that. Which means it's time for INVESTIGATION!

Namely, he's going for her chest again. He's kind of a boob guy, so.

But he remembers what he was doing with his hands before, how he was gently massaging them. So he's going to try doing that again, though with a touch more pressure this time.]

[fightingoverdose]

Awfully assured for a new—ooh...

[Actually, she is a boob guy as well, so the attention is more than welcome. She arches up into his touch, nipples hard against his palms, and wordlessly encourages him to keep investigating]