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*immediately takes to fiercely pulling at his tongue upon gaining entrance to his mouth, holding him close with a hand to the small of his back.*

Nn... [presses up against him, lettig Asch have his way]

*continues going at him like that, not going any farther.*

[slowly starts to move his arms up to cling to the front of Asch's shirt]

*allows him to do so while he twists their tongues together.*

[is getting short on breath pretty quick]

*doesn't ease up until he's sure to leave him gasping once he pulls away.*

[is squirming against him, whimpering a little]

What's wrong, replica? Too much for you?

[shakes his head slightly, trying to catch his breath]

*tugs on the collar around his neck, brushing his lips lightly against him.*

[shivers, eyes closing slowly]

*withdraws his hand and lips, not quite reluctantly, and slides away to watch him.*

[whimpers faintly, involuntarily moving forward slightly before freezing quickly, since he didn't get permission to follow

*smirks, pleased that he didn't have to reprimand him for going against his training.* ...you may do what you wish until I say otherwise.

[opens his eyes, confused] M...Master...?

*leans back, resting his head on his hands.* I did not stutter, dreck. If you want more, do it yourself.

[bites his lip, slowly moving a little closer] Thank you, Master. [seems to hesitate, biting his lip again as he studies Asch's shirt] ... [glances up at him]

Hmph. *was about to close his eyes and proceed to ignore his presence when he stops, leading to him cracking an eye open, giving him a look that clearly says "don't make me repeat myself anymore".*

[still looks nervous] ...M... Master, may I use my hands...?

*considers making things difficult for him, but... that doesn't sound all that appealing now.* You may.

[////] Th...thank you, Master. [slowly reaches up to undo his shirt for him, immediately kissing and licking at his skin once it's exposed]

*watches with keen interest as the replica licks his skin, running his own tongue along his lips.*

[tries his absolute hardest to make this as pleasurable for his Master as possible, slowly moving down and down and down until he's nearly reached Asch's pants]

*doesn't respond to his efforts other than the occasional shifting to get comfortable on the bed, snapping his hand out to snatch him by the hair once he's close to his goal.* Forgetting something, aren't we?