#anyways uh...yeah

"Nox, promise me to remember the most important rule we set," he murmured, stroking a finger down her cheek.

She paused, blinking up at him. "Don't use teeth?"

"No...well..." He let out a breathy laugh. "That as well, but I am referring to the other, most important rule."

The sides of her mouth twitched upwards for the briefest of moments just before she caught herself and bit her lip. "Have fun and be yourself?" she asked innocently. Her eyes sparkled with humor.

"Nox..."

"Gale."

Her voice dropped into a soft, sultry hum, and he sighed as her fingers caressed up his inner thighs. "Just because I am inexperienced does not mean I am uncertain."

His head rolled back with a soft moan, eyes fluttering shut as she slowly, deliberately brushed her palm over his erection while on her way to his waistband. He obliged when she tugged, lifting his hips off the mattress so she could strip him bare.

"It simply means I need practice," Nox shrugged, tossing his small clothes over her shoulder. "Experience...and experimentation," she added, eyeing him with the ravenous gaze of a woman starved.

Gale swallowed roughly when she reached out a hand, delicately tracing one finger around the head of his cock. A shiver shot up his spine, and then another when her gaze flicked up to meet his and she smirked.

"Thrice over at that, as any, proper researcher would know," she teased.

"I should hope--Gods--"

He moaned again when her delicate teasing turned to encircling him, her hand running over his length in slow, gentle strokes. Her hand was cooler than he expected, and he didn't think he would enjoy the shock as much as he did. Anticipation pooled low in his gut, along with an escalating need for more, and his hips jerked up in search of more friction against her touch.

Nox acquiesced, albeit barely, her hand closing around him just a fraction more while her strokes picked up an incremental speed. Pleasurable frustration washed over him, and he grit his teeth against the urge to seek more still from her. Instead, he opened his eyes and met her gaze. She watched him in amusement, yes, though her pupils were blown wide with her desire, rimmed with the loveliest shade of violet he had ever witness, and she studied him with a hint of excited curiosity.

Briefly, through the haze she was causing to permeate his mind, he considered how invigorating it was to witness the effect you had on another for the first time. He remembered how utterly intoxicating it had been to watch her unravel against him repeatedly until she lay spent and completely undone by him at his side. It was a high he kept chasing, one he realized she had yet to fully experience until now.

Perhaps they both need this.

He let out a shuddering breath. "I should hope this experiment occurs well beyond thrice over," Gale tried again, voice rough.

"That depends on you, as I am quite certain I would like it to," she said as her hand settled at the base of his shaft. Her eyes softened when she looked to him again. "And, if it puts you at ease, I am well aware that should such certainty change, I may rescind at any point. Though..."

He groaned, spine straightening and fingers digging into the sheets as she leaned forward. His cock twitched at the contrast of the enveloping wet heat of her breath escaping past her parted lips and the prior coolness of her hand while she stroked him. She hadn't even touched him yet and she already had him teetering on the edge.

When she didn't continue--in any sense--he pulled his eyes open to find her darkened violet gaze on him. She smirked, and he watched the tip of her tongue peek out and trace over her lips, carefully avoiding any contact with him.

"...if this is your response with barely any provocation," she whispered. A breathy moan escaped him as her tongue moved from her lips to circle lightly around his head, following a similar pattern to her finger earlier.

"Nox," Gale breathed. She flattened her tongue against him and dragged a long, slow lick down his length.