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20.Feb.22, 07:11 AM
Kissing, N’lis firmly decided, was great! He had enjoyed it with Zelly, though it was weird at first being so up close and very personal with someone else but she had been patient with him and a good teacher. Eventually he relaxed enough to think that maybe kissing him wasn’t a chore and Zelly had enjoyed herself as well. But kissing M’quel, someone he’d had a crush on for years, was on a whole other level. And the way she climbed into his lap with such ease? It was starting to melt his brain a little and turn him on—something he knew she knew with the way she moved against him.
He would have been happy with just kissing that night, thinking that they’d had such a slow start to their relationship that it would continue that way. N’lis liked that idea, as much as his body was currently aching for more. He wanted to savour his time with M’quel and make sure (again) that she wasn’t with him out of pity and that she was enjoying herself. But when they finally broke apart and M’quel beat him to saying something, all of that was pushed off the ledge.
“I… uh... now?” he really was great with words, a part of his still functioning mind pointed out as he floundered to keep up with his girlfriend that knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to say it. That was something he liked about M’quel. She was the sweetest person he’d ever met but she could still speak up when needed and wasn’t a pushover, despite what people thought because of her kindness. Apparently they didn’t need more time to make sure he wasn’t a pity-case and was actually desired and N’lis gave a shy smile.
“Me too. With you, I mean. Not sex with me, that’d be mastur—um. Please?” It had been a year since he’d been with Zelly and she was much more of a force to be reckoned with so N’lis had let her take the lead. That meant while he had some experience with sex, he didn’t really know how to go about getting them to that point. Did he just start undressing her where they sat? The idea had some appeal to it, especially given how much he liked M’quel straddling him, but wouldn’t a bed be more appropriate and comfortable? Not to mention private. They were higher up but there would likely still be a peeping T’hom somewhere.
N’lis cleared his throat and tried for less desperate and more confident as he reaffirmed, “I want to have sex with you as well, Madi.” He took another deep breath as his hands tugged at M’quel’s shirt just enough that they could slide under the material and gently rest on smooth bare skin as he didn’t want to be too bold and wander further or remove clothing. “Here if you want but my bed isn’t too far,” he cracked a small smile, trying to cling onto the confidence and infuse a little humour.
He would have been happy with just kissing that night, thinking that they’d had such a slow start to their relationship that it would continue that way. N’lis liked that idea, as much as his body was currently aching for more. He wanted to savour his time with M’quel and make sure (again) that she wasn’t with him out of pity and that she was enjoying herself. But when they finally broke apart and M’quel beat him to saying something, all of that was pushed off the ledge.
“I… uh... now?” he really was great with words, a part of his still functioning mind pointed out as he floundered to keep up with his girlfriend that knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to say it. That was something he liked about M’quel. She was the sweetest person he’d ever met but she could still speak up when needed and wasn’t a pushover, despite what people thought because of her kindness. Apparently they didn’t need more time to make sure he wasn’t a pity-case and was actually desired and N’lis gave a shy smile.
“Me too. With you, I mean. Not sex with me, that’d be mastur—um. Please?” It had been a year since he’d been with Zelly and she was much more of a force to be reckoned with so N’lis had let her take the lead. That meant while he had some experience with sex, he didn’t really know how to go about getting them to that point. Did he just start undressing her where they sat? The idea had some appeal to it, especially given how much he liked M’quel straddling him, but wouldn’t a bed be more appropriate and comfortable? Not to mention private. They were higher up but there would likely still be a peeping T’hom somewhere.
N’lis cleared his throat and tried for less desperate and more confident as he reaffirmed, “I want to have sex with you as well, Madi.” He took another deep breath as his hands tugged at M’quel’s shirt just enough that they could slide under the material and gently rest on smooth bare skin as he didn’t want to be too bold and wander further or remove clothing. “Here if you want but my bed isn’t too far,” he cracked a small smile, trying to cling onto the confidence and infuse a little humour.
