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[ The sudden appearance of a second green undergarment catches him by surprise; for a moment there he had thought she was gathering everything to leave. His head clunks against the wall as a result of him trying to lean back for a better look at the long legs, leaving him blinking the stars away. ]

Oh-- [Sits up and makes a face. ...Leans forward and grabs his head, petting at the spot where he hit the wall.] ...dummy... [Keeps a hold on his head with one hand, setting the other on his hip and licking from the dip in his collarbone to under his chin.]

[ Seems entirely unaffected by the blow aside from when she touches the bump and just frowns at the fussing over him. ] Says the idiot... [ He's able to remain impassive until her tongue is midway up his neck, at which he shivers and digs his fingers into her waist, rumbling with pleasure. ]

[Slides back down to that spot and bites, gently.]

Ah.. [ Nice. Very, very nice. Tenses briefly as his wings flutter, then lets his eyes close again. ]

[Lets the hand on his hip wander, massaging the fabric close enough to him to where he could probably feel the warmth from her hand, but stopping juuuust shy. Scrapes her teeth across his neck a little and then latches onto him a bit to suck at his skin.]

[ Now it's his turn to squirm uncomfortably from the merciless teasing. He isn't about to plead for more and just cracks an eye open with an indignant noise at having a replica leech attached to him. ]

[Pulls away; congratulations Asch, you have a hickey.] Hm?

[ Dandy. Thankfully it's easy to cover, given his usual attire. ] You're going to take my skin off.

It's called a hickey, Asch. [Chu. By the way, remember that hand? It's gone in for a home run.]

[ Scoffs, stealing a kiss all the same. ] I know what it is, thank you. [ The problem with having fun in public is that most areas suitable for fooling around in are small, leading kicking originals almost putting a hole in the wall. He does let out a very nice groan though. ]

[Reaches her other hand back and feels the wall briefly to make sure he hasn't put a hole in it, shifting the hand on his pants. She then starts another one of her shimmywiggles, scooting back until her butt is against the wall and she's sort of laying on her stomach on the bench. Continuing to rub at him, she looks upward coquettishly.] So would you say my mouth is any different as a girl? Or would it be droll to go down on you.

[ He came pretty close to creating a window; those legs of yours had to have come from somewhere and his left the wall with a sizable crack branching out from a boot-shaped dent. ...good thing there's no clerks. Though getting something of a massage through his warm pants is much more interesting than the damage he did, and he gawks at her brazen attitude, breathing harder. ] Droll for who?

[Laughs a little.] You don't have to sound so eager, love... [Walks her other hand up the inside of his thigh and sort of considers his pants thoughtfully.]

[ How she could use four letters to make him turn a healthy shade of red was completely beyond him, but it did. And you might even say he looks somewhat... bashful. ] Tch! All I'm saying is that you don't have to bore yourself.

[Chuckles.] Don't kid yourself. The faces you make are sexier than the prostitute I made friends with, and she made orgasm faces for a living. Trust me, she'd gotten very good at them. [And to keep you from getting offended about being compared to a female prostitute, we're going to slip open your pants/tights/whatever the hell you're wearing and suck you like a lollipop.]

[ They're pants, dammit. He's got more sense than the other versions of himself and won't be caught running around in tights during the winter months. ] I should hope you find my expressions more appealing, unless you were fond of her as w-- [ Part of him was pissed at the mild insult, feathers bristling until the vacuum around his tormented length satisfactorily quelled the remaining protests he had. ]

[Wtg 400 comments \o/! And tights can be warm! But when they're all that covers your wang I'd say that's a good move. ~~You know, Asch probably goes commando.~~ Anyway, lollipop. You are one Luke enjoys, as one can tell from the way she's smiling around you with a slight bobbing motion and a familiar scraping of her teeth over the sensitive skin.]

[ It's the smut that never ends! It just keeps on coming! ~~Not this one.~~ And tights are not warm enough for sensitive areas, thank you. A replica's mouth, however, is another story entirely. It's like having a blissful piece of heaven in the smallest, cutest, most sexiest possible package ever, and he's keen on letting his pleasure be known with a loud groan as he shuffles backwards into the wall. ] Shit..

[I should have known you would make a crack like that. Were her mouth not occupied, she'd probably comment about how much profanity makes its way into his speech during encounters like these. It's rather endearing, to think she can make him say those sorts of things when he doesn't regularly.]

[ Of course. Asch here is a gentleman and prefers not to degrade himself by stooping to such an uneducated level if he can help it. ...which can't right now; there just isn't any words suitable to describe the sheer euphoria that comes from them going at it. His leg jerks again, but he has the presence of mind to hook it around her instead and give an awkward massage in time with the bobbing of her head. ]

[Tenses a little at the leg-given massage and frowns slightly, but continues with her liberal oral lovings. Remember the scraping of her teeth? Yeah she's trying that again.]

[ Another vulgar word escapes even before a hand tightens around her slim shoulder, trying to cut short any further administrations while steadying himself; his hips keep jerking forward and he'd prefer there be no choking at this this time. ]

[Blinks, slipping backward and sitting up a little, tilting her head and idly licking her lips.] Hm?

[ Closes his eyes and focuses on breathing normally for a while before speaking. ] ...don't want you to gag, stupid.