[Ruby doesn't even think she's capable of that kind of wanton debauchery!! But she pushes herself back, standing up, and smoothing out the skirt of the dress she's wearing.]
I'll go book us a room and pay, okay? I won't be gone long.
[Unless he follows her or something, but that's what she's gonna be doing: getting up to go pay and get them a room.]
All right. But I must pay you back for this, seeing as you would not let me get away with the dinner bill!
[At least half of it! Anything less would not do. She probably gets an employee discount on the rooms, too, after all... As she leaves, he scrapes the rest of his meal off of his dish and into his mouth, mentally preparing himself for the first time he will lie with Ruby. He wasn't expecting this whatsoever, and all of a sudden, here they are! But it's not like this isn't the first time it's happened to him at Catsanova, either...]
[She hadn't been expecting it either, but her recent trip to the SLUT center and then beyond? It's emboldened her at least a little, so she can get better at this and avoid the SLUT center. But that doesn't change the fact that there's suddenly a million butterflies in her stomach. She knows she can trust Ferdinand! She's been with someone decidedly scarier than him with Hubert! But it's still new.
When Ruby gets back, she holds up a room key.]
Okay. We'll be fine for a few hours, so there's nothing to worry about!
[And Ruby'll hold out her hand for him. Once taken, or if he takes it at all, she'll lead him to one of the rooms.]
[Ferdinand rises from his seat and takes her hand, giddiness rising as she guides him to their room. He catches up with her so that it is less her pulling him in the direction that she wants and more them just... holding hands as they get closer to their destination. Once they make it inside of their romantic room softly aglow in pink and red, he decides to lead her toward the bed, where he stops and takes her other hand, looking into her eyes.]
Do you have any preference for how we do this? Me on top of you, for example, or perhaps the other way around? We can take our time working up to each other, of course... [He seats himself at the edge of the bed, then guides one of her hands to his lips for a kiss, the act making him smile warmly as softness for her grows.] Start with affection and see where that takes us?
[The glow of the room is hopefully hiding the actual shade of her face in the moment, because it's still a little red from embarrassment and nerves. But—]
I... haven't really tried anything other than someone else being on top. So... that's... what I know best. But I like it. And I like seeing people.
[But she flushes more when he kisses her hand, and nods. Affection. The primary reason she likes any of this.]
I mean, that's... always the best place to start, right? So...
[And then she makes up her mind, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to Ferdinand's lips. It's chaste, but she's still taking the initiative. At least, a little.]
[Ferdinand leans in receptive of it, letting her guide the kiss and choose whether to deepen it or not. He squeezes her small hands in his and enjoys the lightly electric sensation of their soft contact, molding his lips to hers and kissing back with polite, encouraging enthusiasm. He releases one of her hands to set it gently between her shoulder blades.]
[It helps her relax a little, with Ferdinand being as gentle as he is, but because of that it's not long before she's settling into his lap. She reaches up to rest a hand on his cheek and... she chooses to just keep kissing him for a little bit, before finally deciding that it's time to deepen it.
So... that's what she does, her tongue seeking entrance to his mouth.]
[He parts his lips readily for her entry with a pleased hum, pulling her into a fuller embrace with both of his arms around her as she settles into his lap. He flirts his tongue along hers, tasting what yet lingers of her curry. It feels very good to have her closer, her weight on his lap and her mouth sealed to his, and he can hardly wait to escalate but remains patient as he savors the journey taken to their ultimate destination. The arm fastened below the one at her shoulders wanders lower as he appreciates the curve of her spine, her little waist...
[In hindsight, maybe she should've eaten something more romantic tasting than curry... but that's only a fleeting thought. Ruby's arms wrap around Ferdinand's neck, leaning into the kiss and enjoying the moment... because damn, he looks good. He tastes good. And she just loves and adores the actual of kissing anyway.
But eventually, she does pull back so she can breathe.]
You're a pretty good kisser, has anyone ever told you that?
[Before making her next move, taking one of Ferdinand's hands and putting it on a breast. She's still got a shirt and a bra on, but she's trying to be encouraging. ]
[It's not the most romantic flavor descriptor for a smooch out there, sure, but Ferdinand is hardly paying attention when he simply likes the way she tastes, saucy and all, filling his mouth with her kiss. When they part, he naturally seeks eye contact, warm smile brought to sparkling with her compliment.]
Oh! Why, yes, in fact... I am often told how good I am with my mouth. You are quite pleasant to kiss, yourself!
[And shortly after that, his hand is placed on her breast, and he straightens a little, face flushing a bit harder as she permits him to allow his touch to wander freely. As if to indicate that this message was not only received but will be followed, he fondles the slope of her there, cupping her, sweeping his thumb over its plush shape and forgetting to swallow.]
And, likewise, you may put your hands upon me to your heart's content.
[Her face flushes, too, but that doesn't change the warm, wide, kind of embarrassed smile on her face... and she does make a pleased noise as he fondles her, even with the layers of clothes between his hand and her breast.]
And! ... Sorry about the whole inexperience thing. I'll try to make up for it, okay?
[But that doesn't stop her from leaning back in for another kiss and letting her hands trail down his chest this time... and then up his shirt, letting her hands lightly touch the bare skin of his chest and stomach.]
[he laughs, the slide of her hands up his bare stomach managing to tickle him just briefly, before he's happily muted by her lips. He kisses her fully, redoubling, enjoying where her hands moved and deciding to follow suit by slipping his hand underneath her shirt to feel her breast only contained by her bra.]
[Note to self, he's ticklish. Cool! She'll definitely use that against him in the future. Not that her response is any different, a laugh escaping into the kiss... but she's still enjoying what's happening. It's nice to have at least one less barrier between him and her chest.
But she can't deny that she likes how his chest feels, given all the muscles and everything else... and she's a little curious to see if he'll have a reaction if she brushes her fingers over his nipples. So that's what she's doing. She doesn't break the kiss to see, but she is waiting to try to hear what his reaction is.]
[She scarcely has to wait for him to gasp a quiet little moan and arch against the touch, muscles rippling as he braces against the excitement. His kisses grow harder and more fervent, the arm around her waist slipping below her shirt as the other meets it to pop the clasp of her bra open. He makes deft work of it and his warm hand slides around her rib to palp at her breast now bared beneath her shirt, enjoying the soft and exquisite feel of it. His trousers have begun to feel a little tighter with his growing passion, and knowing that she could easily tell just by practically sitting on the evidence of what sway she had over his desires like this piques and overwhelms him.]
[Now it's her turn to gasp. Once her bra is popped open and his hands cup her breasts, she presses back into their kiss a little more fervently, too. The earlier nervousness is already melting away, because for as nervous as she was, it's never so bad once the act has started.
Especially when she can feel what she's doing to someone, even if they haven't done more than fondle each other's chests. His reaction is more than enough to encourage her to do more though and she continues to brush her fingers over his nipples, and she's starting to desperately wish there wasn't a shirt in the way... for both of them? But that'd mean pulling back, and she doesn't want that either.
But after a moment, she decides that she can part from him for a quick second. Ruby pulls back and tugs her shirt and bra off... and it leaves her completely bare-chested in front of him, her breasts perky and round and ready for whatever he chooses to do to them.]
[And there, for the first time, he lays eyes upon her topless, her breasts as cute and captivating as the rest of her. His eyes go a little wide in awe and appreciation, and a moment later flit back to her eyes, his smile power increasing.]
In that case... [He pulls his sweater up and over his head to reveal himself in turn, shaking his hair back into a semblance of order.] Let there be nothing to hold us back! [And then he resumes his hands upon her, each one bordering and partially supporting her breasts as he admires her, looking shy yet shameless at the same time.] Ruby, you are exceptionally lovely... I am quite happy that I am getting the chance to see you like this.
[She had been waiting a little anxiously to see what he'd say, but... oh. Gosh. No, she could totally swoon at how much of a gentleman he's being even though her face burns a little.
But also, she can't help the fact that she is openly admiring him and his muscles and—]
I could say the same thing, you know. [She lets her hands trail down his chest.] I guessed you'd look pretty great without a shirt, but... it's better than I could've imagined.
[Ferdinand grins at the compliment, his ego pampered by it.]
I am glad that my physique brings you such enjoyment. [He begins to knead her gently, brush her nipples with his thumbs. Then, possessed by the urge, he leans in to start kissing her chest sweetly, starting at her sternum and journeying lower with the intent to suck on her tit.]
[She doesn't get a chance to finish, the last word just turning into a gasp as he brushes against a nipple. She'd been relaxing up until then, enjoying the feeling of just being touched... but that gets a jerk out of her, her back arching due to it.
But that doesn't stop her from trying to make sure he's taken care of, either. She can feel the changes in his pants under her, and she likes knowing that it's because of her... and some part of her wants to see how much she can cause before he gives up and needs to free himself. So she lets her hands wander back up to his nipples and instead of just brushing against them, she rolls them between her fingers.]
Oh! [he gasps between kisses as she pinches his nipples, shifting in place, and that's when he captures her nipple between his lips, drawing on them once rather roughly as if in retaliation, then proceeding to roll the tip of his tongue against it. It's quite nice to receive visceral feedback as to how she likes what he's doing, too, the effects of her voice and arch aching in his contained dick.]
[That gets more of a reaction from her, gasps becoming pleased small noises even as she tries to ensure he still gets something and she's not receiving everything... but god, no, his warm, wet mouth on her nipple keeps sending little electric jolts to her core. She ultimately gives up on his chest for the moment, hands moving to tangle in his long hair as he sucks.]
Ferdinand—that's... that's good. I like that.
[She can, at least, get verbal feedback out. You know, a little more than just happy, pleased sounds.]
[Getting engrossed in what pleases her, he fails to respond verbally in turn and hums happily in lieu of words, continuing to agitate her hardening rosy flesh with laps and sucks, more enthusiastic and lost in passion than before. He caresses the tit that goes neglected, squeezing and pinching with as much zeal as he gives with his mouth, eyes shut in blissful concentration. Though given no direct stimulation himself, this does well to turn him on even more.]
[It's enough to get his first small moan of the encounter. Her skin is getting noticeably warmer under everything he's doing, though, and it's impossible for her to stay still. Ruby squirms under everything he's doing, shifting and moving on top of the ever-more-pronounced bulge in Ferdinand's pants.
But she's certainly enjoying it, that much is for certain. There's certainly a dampness making itself known in her panties and clothes in general are starting to feel like too much.]
[He stops for a moment and rises to kiss her on the lips instead, a heavenly expression stuck on his face. He glances down and then back up, both to see what his prolonged touches have done to her pretty breasts and considering whether to take this a little further yet. He is, after all, getting a bit uncomfortable down there, the shift of her hips atop his arousal teasing him quite relentlessly. He continues to play with her, though at the moment takes care to avoid inciting too much reaction by steering clear of her nipples.]
I enjoy doing this to you very much. [He shifts his own hips up a bit, quite like he would to roll a careful thrust into her, and kisses her again.] I am sure that you can tell...
[Her pretty breasts are definitely showing the signs of his attention, the nipples hardened and perky. She loves that he keeps playing with her, though, even if he's just focusing on kissing and talking. It feels good.
But she can still tell that he's getting uncomfortable—the size of his bulge tells her as much. But almost as if to tease, at least a little, she lets a hand trail from his hair, down his chest and stomach, and she reaches between them so that she can palm him before undoing the topmost button of his pants.]
I can tell. You're getting uncomfortable, right? I get it.
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I'll go book us a room and pay, okay? I won't be gone long.
[Unless he follows her or something, but that's what she's gonna be doing: getting up to go pay and get them a room.]
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[At least half of it! Anything less would not do. She probably gets an employee discount on the rooms, too, after all... As she leaves, he scrapes the rest of his meal off of his dish and into his mouth, mentally preparing himself for the first time he will lie with Ruby. He wasn't expecting this whatsoever, and all of a sudden, here they are! But it's not like this isn't the first time it's happened to him at Catsanova, either...]
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[She hadn't been expecting it either, but her recent trip to the SLUT center and then beyond? It's emboldened her at least a little, so she can get better at this and avoid the SLUT center. But that doesn't change the fact that there's suddenly a million butterflies in her stomach. She knows she can trust Ferdinand! She's been with someone decidedly scarier than him with Hubert! But it's still new.
When Ruby gets back, she holds up a room key.]
Okay. We'll be fine for a few hours, so there's nothing to worry about!
[And Ruby'll hold out her hand for him. Once taken, or if he takes it at all, she'll lead him to one of the rooms.]
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Do you have any preference for how we do this? Me on top of you, for example, or perhaps the other way around? We can take our time working up to each other, of course... [He seats himself at the edge of the bed, then guides one of her hands to his lips for a kiss, the act making him smile warmly as softness for her grows.] Start with affection and see where that takes us?
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I... haven't really tried anything other than someone else being on top. So... that's... what I know best. But I like it. And I like seeing people.
[But she flushes more when he kisses her hand, and nods. Affection. The primary reason she likes any of this.]
I mean, that's... always the best place to start, right? So...
[And then she makes up her mind, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to Ferdinand's lips. It's chaste, but she's still taking the initiative. At least, a little.]
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So... that's what she does, her tongue seeking entrance to his mouth.]
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She is just so cute...!]
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But eventually, she does pull back so she can breathe.]
You're a pretty good kisser, has anyone ever told you that?
[Before making her next move, taking one of Ferdinand's hands and putting it on a breast. She's still got a shirt and a bra on, but she's trying to be encouraging. ]
And you can touch whatever you want.
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Oh! Why, yes, in fact... I am often told how good I am with my mouth. You are quite pleasant to kiss, yourself!
[And shortly after that, his hand is placed on her breast, and he straightens a little, face flushing a bit harder as she permits him to allow his touch to wander freely. As if to indicate that this message was not only received but will be followed, he fondles the slope of her there, cupping her, sweeping his thumb over its plush shape and forgetting to swallow.]
And, likewise, you may put your hands upon me to your heart's content.
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And! ... Sorry about the whole inexperience thing. I'll try to make up for it, okay?
[But that doesn't stop her from leaning back in for another kiss and letting her hands trail down his chest this time... and then up his shirt, letting her hands lightly touch the bare skin of his chest and stomach.]
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[he laughs, the slide of her hands up his bare stomach managing to tickle him just briefly, before he's happily muted by her lips. He kisses her fully, redoubling, enjoying where her hands moved and deciding to follow suit by slipping his hand underneath her shirt to feel her breast only contained by her bra.]
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But she can't deny that she likes how his chest feels, given all the muscles and everything else... and she's a little curious to see if he'll have a reaction if she brushes her fingers over his nipples. So that's what she's doing. She doesn't break the kiss to see, but she is waiting to try to hear what his reaction is.]
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Especially when she can feel what she's doing to someone, even if they haven't done more than fondle each other's chests. His reaction is more than enough to encourage her to do more though and she continues to brush her fingers over his nipples, and she's starting to desperately wish there wasn't a shirt in the way... for both of them? But that'd mean pulling back, and she doesn't want that either.
But after a moment, she decides that she can part from him for a quick second. Ruby pulls back and tugs her shirt and bra off... and it leaves her completely bare-chested in front of him, her breasts perky and round and ready for whatever he chooses to do to them.]
... I thought this'd make things easier.
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In that case... [He pulls his sweater up and over his head to reveal himself in turn, shaking his hair back into a semblance of order.] Let there be nothing to hold us back! [And then he resumes his hands upon her, each one bordering and partially supporting her breasts as he admires her, looking shy yet shameless at the same time.] Ruby, you are exceptionally lovely... I am quite happy that I am getting the chance to see you like this.
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But also, she can't help the fact that she is openly admiring him and his muscles and—]
I could say the same thing, you know. [She lets her hands trail down his chest.] I guessed you'd look pretty great without a shirt, but... it's better than I could've imagined.
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I am glad that my physique brings you such enjoyment. [He begins to knead her gently, brush her nipples with his thumbs. Then, possessed by the urge, he leans in to start kissing her chest sweetly, starting at her sternum and journeying lower with the intent to suck on her tit.]
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[She doesn't get a chance to finish, the last word just turning into a gasp as he brushes against a nipple. She'd been relaxing up until then, enjoying the feeling of just being touched... but that gets a jerk out of her, her back arching due to it.
But that doesn't stop her from trying to make sure he's taken care of, either. She can feel the changes in his pants under her, and she likes knowing that it's because of her... and some part of her wants to see how much she can cause before he gives up and needs to free himself. So she lets her hands wander back up to his nipples and instead of just brushing against them, she rolls them between her fingers.]
... Not.
[She finally finishes after a moment.]
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Ferdinand—that's... that's good. I like that.
[She can, at least, get verbal feedback out. You know, a little more than just happy, pleased sounds.]
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But she's certainly enjoying it, that much is for certain. There's certainly a dampness making itself known in her panties and clothes in general are starting to feel like too much.]
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I enjoy doing this to you very much. [He shifts his own hips up a bit, quite like he would to roll a careful thrust into her, and kisses her again.] I am sure that you can tell...
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But she can still tell that he's getting uncomfortable—the size of his bulge tells her as much. But almost as if to tease, at least a little, she lets a hand trail from his hair, down his chest and stomach, and she reaches between them so that she can palm him before undoing the topmost button of his pants.]
I can tell. You're getting uncomfortable, right? I get it.
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AUTOCORRECT DID ME DIRTY LAST TAG...! clothes = clit. oh my GOD
IT'S OKAY AUTOCORRECT JUST DOES THINGS SOMETIMES.........
hate phone tagging tbqh
same tho god
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