Angela had been worried, too. But she's had relatively light Iris cycles herself, now and then, and she knows a few people who barely display any traits at all. Still, Genji hadn't shown signs of a single enlarged canine or sharper eyes— strange, but perhaps not a terrible advancement. Maybe they're just growing accustomed to the changes and they'll wane over time?
It's all she could offer him, and it was far from a scientific or confident answer. And it certainly didn't mean she expected him to arrive in the middle of the night, new moon casting the city in a quiet lavender, as if to soothe all frayed nerves of the previous moons. The sharp raps against the door alarm her, ears perking up where she'd been nearly asleep in her own bed, slipping from the duvet barely warmed by her body heat and padding barefoot through the flat to the door.
There's no peephole, but it didn't matter. She has little enough cause for worry, and opens the door still in one of her partners' henleys hanging off her shoulder, concern already between her brows.
The white of his armor almost goes unnoticed; the ears, however, and the look on his face, doesn't escape her even for a second.
"Genji...?" A hand is held out for him, tentative but immediate, seeking one of his or an embrace to invite him in. "Those ears... Are you all right?"
"No," he answers honestly, because with everything having shifted so suddenly he does feel off balance, and wrong. Or perhaps he's afraid because of how easily it seems to have happened, too.
Regardless, when she offers a hand, he takes more than that - he steps close and ducks his head down, tucking himself against her front and hugging her, his ears twitching back to lay down against his head. Even just being close to someone soothes his nerves, making him sigh softly (even if he wrinkles his nose a little at the scent on her henley).
"I woke up and I was like this - like I am under Iris."
It only has her brows furrowing deeper, canting further, but he steps right in and she's quick to wrap her arms about him as he tucks in against her, one hand up to stroke over his hair and explore one of those soft ears folding back.
Sorry about the clothes, Genji. You can take it off her once she closes the door, promise.
She'll give him a moment to settle and relax, now that he's here.
"The traits are quite telling. Perhaps they're not concrete assignments...? If your demeanor has changed, for example, being around those you care about again. Luckily, you know a veteran."
It's a gentle tease, even as far as usual teasing went. She's trying to set him at ease.
"We'll figure out if it's affecting anyone else. For now, come inside. Let's be sure of what else may be going on."
Tucked up against her, the ache and worry eases in increments, almost with the touch of her hand through his hair and ears. When she steps back to let him inside, it doesn't feel dire, though he's quick to follow her.
"But why now? Why not earlier, then?"
The only thing that had really changed was the appearance of Commander Reyes. Genji felt no need to "give up" command now that he was around, though. Still, his brows are furrowed, showing he clearly doesn't expect an answer to his rhetorical questions.
She remembers the feeling of relief just to be able to touch someone. Her first Iris cycle, she'd felt like she was about to shrivel up and freeze to death while passing out from heatstroke, overheated and desperate and needing attention, to have some other half to fit to. Then the more primal urges, of course. The need to be mated with like an animal, which only left her deeply embarrassed to have to explain to... anyone. It wasn't pleasant when it caught you off-guard and you didn't initially know what to do. Whether or not something was wrong or it was something to take in stride, or where to even begin.
The fact that he relaxes to her touch and into her arms only has her squeezing him that much closer as she draws him inside, door closed and locked behind him as she slowly separates from him, keeping hold of his hand and the other sliding back from his hair to cup his cheek.
"I'm sure it could be nearly anything, Genji. Perhaps you're simply feeling more comfortable, now, as we grow used to the people we have and the dynamics we've settled into."
There's less sense of indulging in something he "shouldn't have" or "hasn't had", now, so much as that they're simply giving into the affection and accepting that they can deserve it. It's becoming more natural.
"Or perhaps it's entirely something with the moons and not about us at all. Closer orbits, polarization if they pass too close to one another, changes in their surface chemistry or activity beneath the crust."
She shrugs, arm twining with his as she moves to walk back inside and bring him straight to her room where he can get comfortable and climb in bed with her, where it's still warmed through from her sleep.
"You know you never need to thank me; I'm just glad you came. Come on, you. Let's get comfortable and have a look."
There's a bit of mischief in the way her hands find the edges of whatever he's donned just to run down to her room; the temptation to see if he has a little fluffy tail is entirely too strong.
He listens to her explanations with a deep frown still on his face. He can accept not having the answers to why, but it does not bother him any less, in the moment. Regardless, he is safe here with her, and relaxes a bit.
He doesn't even realize she's looking for his tail - which he has - until her hands touch it and he jumps a little, then laughs.
"I see you are unable to keep your hands off me."
It's a light tease, something more like his normal self... but he's still plastered right up against her side on the bed.
Angela knows it isn't what he wants to hear and that it's no less troubling, but it gave him multiple venues that had little to do with him, in the end. This isn't his fault. It's just this place, as inexplicable as ever.
She's smiling softly when her fingertips dip under his sweats and start to peel them off him, brushing over his tail and leaving him jumping. It was as soft as she could have expected. She turns into him with the tease so they're front to front, half-holding him as she pushes the material down the curve of his rear for him to shimmy out of, sure to toss them aside before she's feeling about for releases on as much as his armor as he may still have on for the day. The hoodie will be next.
"When have I ever been able to?" A tease right back, of course; she hadn't meant to brush over it when she was only hoping to see. "I just wanted to see you free of a few unnecessary layers, is all. How are you feeling, sweetheart?"
He indeed shimmies out of the pants, sitting up to help her with the armor that's left on his legs - pausing a moment when he sees the normal chrome has gone opaque white. After a moment he settles on putting it aside. Questions can happen later.
He shrugs out of his hoodie next, where far less armor is remaining on him. She asks how he's doing, and his ears perk forwards, long and expressive, before drooping down.
"Needy," is what he ends up going with. "I feel like crawling into bed with anyone and cuddling." And a bit more than that, certainly, but "be close and protect" seems to override his other instincts for now.
The color change hadn't escaped her, either, but— it feels unimportant in the grand scheme of things. So she peels one piece off at a time, in no rush to strip him down to synthetic skin and scars lest she make him feel there's anything wrong, because as far as she can tell there isn't. She just wants to be sure and help him relax.
Besides, every square inch would help. She knows from experience. By the time she's finished paring his legs down to synthetic muscle, he's tossed the hoodie to the foot of the bed and she's reaching for the chest plating, his arms already "bare". It was almost the last piece. The perk of his ears is a visual hook that catches her attention and has her glancing up with a smile just to see them as she sets the back within the chest piece and sets the other bits inside, pushing it to the bottom of the bed as well. Then they droop, and she reaches up tentatively, giving him a pause to draw away if he doesn't want her touching them before attempting a stroke from base to tips.
"That will fade, now that you're here and doing just that. And it'll hold off for a while after you've spent some time with others. Even just leaning against someone's arm at a cafe will help. We'll just have to fill that initial need."
Then her hands lower to frame his hips, where that last bit of armor (or underwear) encases his groin, thumbs rubbing into his skin above it in silent question. Should she?
He gives a little tremble where her thumbs rub into the skin above his hips. He leans into her again, his ears dropping a bit, along with his eyelids. He exhales softly but then nods, helping her with removing the codpiece. He is, ashamedly, half-hard already just from her presence, but he determines not to make a big deal out of it.
He still mutters an apology in his native language, hoping she won't call him on what is quite a natural reaction for his state. "I appreciate you... being here, helping me through this, Angela. I don't know what I would have done without you."
Yeah, she knows that feeling, as well. The mere temptation anywhere close to where she wants it, even down to the brush of a passerby at her hip. He leans in and she meets him with a soft bump of her forehead to his, nuzzling his nose and fingers effortlessly finding the releases as he helps. She knows there's bound to be some sort of arousal, but she doesn't even look. Her eyes were closed the moment she bumped up against him and her hand strokes up his side, feeling along overheated skin as that little accented apology reaches her ears.
It's a phrase she'd learned before. More than a simple gomen, but something deeper, more sincere.
Angela's prone to teasing but she'd never do so out of any form of maliciousness, and certainly not when someone's self-conscious. She won't acknowledge what she knows is there, won't even glance down, instead smoothing her palm up his back and shifting into embracing him once more.
"You know I'll always be here, Süässli. No matter what."
And she'll shimmy in just a little closer, her chest to his, tipping up to kiss his brow and give him a little squeeze where she's wrapped an arm up under his, cool fingers splayed beneath his nape.
Sometimes he worries his dependence on her, now that he has her so close. They are suppose to keep things normal - or as normal as possible - between each other. Yet he knows they dance the line by allowing themselves to get close during the moons, to have sex. Like an addict, though, there's no way he could give it up now.
So when she presses close to him, smoothing her fingers over the nape of his neck, he lets out a breath and leans into the kiss on his brow, ears perking up a little bit with the attention. He wraps his arm around her and tugs her in closer - practically into his lap, or on top of him, enjoying the slight weight of her against him.
Then he laughs, gently. "Of all things, it had to be a bunny. I could not get a set of antlers as cute as yours."
Angela's in much the same predicament; she doesn't worry one way or the other but she knows how deeply Genji feels for her and how this must complicate things, being this easy and crossing the boundaries with sex, but once they had a taste there's no going back. They fit together too wonderfully and knew just how to treat one another. How to read the other's moods and wants and needs, able to provide them with precision.
She moves to close the distance between their upper halves, and he leans right into each kiss and pulls her even closer, sighing out a quiet breath. Ange just smiles as soft as ever and gives into the desire to curl that leg over his hip and roll up onto his chest, where she mostly covers him. So long as he doesn't squish his ears— which she slips her arm free to reach up and touch, slender fingers curling about the base of one to rub her thumb into and them stroke up, just as he's making fun of himself.
"Oh, I don't know. I'm already so in love with these ears."
And so she's careful as she bends one down and presses a kiss to the very end, silky fur against her lips. She releases it so she can tug the blankets up from behind her and cover him up, letting their warmth insulate now that he's stripped down to nothing.
"I thought I was the clever fox, not the clever rabbit."
The petulant tone is all for show, of course; how could he be truly petulant when he has her curled up on top of him, with a blanket around them both. He leans into her touch, unashamed; it's both a blessing and a curse, soothing that part of him that needs contact while making a fire burn in his belly.
His ear twitches under her lips, and when she pulls back it stays half-flopped over as he watches her.
She knows it's a bit of an exaggeration, but it doesn't make the sudden change any easier to swallow. Nor is the associated heat easy to deal with, for a first time. Now that she's laying atop him properly, as he asked for in the way he tugged at her, she can feel the shape of his cock beneath a bare thigh, half-covered in the silky soft material of her chemise. She gives him all the easy contact that comes naturally to them by now and then some, her affection and appreciation sparking chroma in her fingertips as she strokes along his ear and her other hand slips into his hair, cradling his head to keep their noses touching.
The way his ear stays put gets a little giggle from her before she's turning her wrist and brushing over his cheek with the flats of her fingers, over his jaw and down his throat, across his shoulder before turning back over to start kneading.
"Better now, isn't it? A little easier to breathe."
She knows that feeling well, also. Sometimes nothing could ease the tightness about her chest like skin to skin and the relief of someone's presence, knowing they won't leave. Even at her worst, she could quell herself if she could just curl up in someone's arms.
When she strokes her hand across his face, he leans into it like an affectionate cat - not the rabbit he is now nor the fox he was. She is, as always, a comfort - even if he can feel blood rush south with the feeling of silk and her against his cock.
Well, it seems he's doomed to never truly escape that situation in this place. Still, he determinedly ignores it.
"What do you do if it becomes too... much? I felt as if I'd go mad earlier."
She only nuzzles in closer when he chases her hand at his cheek, giving him something to turn back into when her touch skates down his carotid and over his shoulder, thumb smoothing along his throat every time her massage eases back in toward the crook of his neck. He swells further, but if he's ignoring it, then so will she, for now. Until she can't stand to feel him throbbing and aching for touch, when it crosses from idle stimulation to an inescapable need and she knows he's only putting it off in an attempt to respect the shoddy barrier they've trod over already.
Angela's glad she can help with the edge, that peeling him out of his armor and pressing to him was just what the doctor ordered, but he asks further and she wonders how long this will be enough.
"Well... I have my regular partners and friends I spend time with. If this isn't enough, being held and having skin against my own, having another's warmth around me— there's little else for it. I indulge in the instinct and desire welling up like the tide with those I trust. But I'm not as strong as you either, Genji. Perhaps it won't be the same. Sometimes just curling up with a friend and getting some rest is enough to curb the sensations."
But only sometimes, it seems to imply. And he's been privy to a good portion of those times, trying not to burden him with the rest when she often skipped a couple doors down and pestered her neighbors for relief, or occasionally reaching out to other contacts.
"If it isn't, then I'm here. For whatever you may need."
"I think you may be stronger than you give yourself credit for."
In all honesty, Genji had lost himself to Cordis. The changes were usually not too severe, but he was already a playful sort who was indulging his desire to sleep around. There was little need for much restraint when it was just a stronger, furrier version of himself.
This is different by far. The closest comparison he has is when he would become scared as a child and need comfort - but this is nothing so innocent or childish. The need is all in his body, a fire banked but growing bolder by the second. He truly had felt as if he might burn out of his skin before he reached Angela. He has experience redirecting and letting go of anger - but nothing for a need that feels so deep.
He has seen what she's like, at some points, and has always been willing to indulge her. It probably weakens that shoddy barrier. They have been together before. Surely this won't be too different.
"I do not think I can resists that offer."
It's soft, questioning - she's already offered and yet he feels the need to ask are you truly sure, brown eyes questioning as his hands come up to cup her back.
"In some aspects, perhaps, but not in others. No one likes to be lonely; we shouldn't have to be, in a place like this. And we shouldn't have to deal with the effects of the strange moons here alone, either. Even if it's against what we agreed upon, I think we're both a bit too weak to turn one another way when the trust is what draws us together when we need it. You'll always have me, Genji. As I know I'll always have you."
It is different, the heat and the need and the desire to simply be someone else's, for a little while, to be protected and curled around and treasured— their other half, she always feels, no matter how fleeting it may be. It was a bittersweet sensation. Angela has let him have that side of her, the one that just wishes to curl up with someone and be held, but she can already tell from how hard he is against her hip that this is far beyond those sorts of desires. He needs release and he's denying himself for their agreement.
Silly. Because yes, they have been together before. He took care of her when she was exhausted and overdosed on chroma, sore and unwilling to move, there for her. It's her turn, now. So when he gives into the offer, questioning even still, she lifts herself up from him just enough to meet his eyes while his hands rest against the dip of her spine and smile, something warm and comfortable. Yes, she's quite sure.
"Then let me take care of you, this time."
The kiss she presses to his lips lingers but doesn't deepen, offering him the comfort of her affection before she's moving back against his hands, taking the corner of the blanket and fluffing it up and to the side like a parachute with a little smirk. She still wants him covered at least partially, so it falls across his chest and opens her up to shift further down his body, one hand down between his knees to scoop up one leg and encourage him to bend it, giving her room to shift her weight onto the one between his thighs and do the same with the other leg, splaying open for her as she begins to settle.
Only, well. That's new. Where his testicles should've been is, instead, a very slick entrance peeling open for her beneath the base of his cock, dripping down the cleft of his ass and clearly having been neglected at least the entire time he's been here with her, if not before. Her brows pinch with the sympathy but it's all the hesitation he gets from her. She slips her knees back to lay down between his thighs, ankles crossed where her legs bend up lest they fall off the foot of the bed, and she paints him in the hot velvet of her tongue, up the cleft of his ass and over the hole, up the slick folds of his sex and smearing that arousal up the underside of his cock, lips sealing beneath the head to suck just long enough to let her swallow and allow the taste to move around her mouth, giving her enough saliva built up again to kiss her way back down to the base of him and rub the flat of her tongue down over him.
The taste of him has a shaky little sigh slipping out of her and against his sex, sucking at such soft lips in long, strong pulls of her mouth between the swipe of her tongue, hands sliding up from the curve of his ass to hug him to her, thumbs swirling over his hipbones.
He's not one to ask her a second time - not when she explains so beautifully and asks to take care of him. She's done it so much already - it feels natural to sink into her touch again, letting her tuck the blanket around him so that she can move between his legs.
Of course, opening them has him shifting to look up a little bit. He knew that something had changed with the slickness he could feel between his legs. He hadn't investigated further, considering everything he'd been going through at the time.
He can feel his insides clench as she wraps her hand around him, but when she drags her tongue against his modified sex he lets out a low moan, his head falling back to rest on the pillow. It keeps going, past his folds and up just under the head of his cock. He only gets wetter, giving her what she wants when she sucks at him.
"Angela," he says, his voice soft but deeper with arousal.
Good; there'd be no argument here, tonight, at least until he's had an orgasm or two and the fog clears. When the buzz under his skin recedes. She situates herself between his legs and settles into tasting him, long, exploratory licks testing his sensitivity before slender fingers circle the middle of his cock and she settles into slow pulls to match the way she sucks at him, down one side and up the other, drawing that raw moan from him with the thump of his head dropping onto one of her down pillows.
Just the sound of his voice is enough to have her own arousal stirring at coals that feel nigh-permanent in this place, always ready to stoke up in the cradle of her hips with needy little throbs of her own. He breathes out her name before she's honing in on that little clit bumping over her lip, sealing to suck even as her tongue rasps over it, soft fingertips circling the tip of his cock in echo of the sensation. She hums her answer, then, thrumming right against such a delicate bundle of nerves, before drawing back with a wet little pop of suction released.
"You have such a cute little clit, down here." Punctuated with another swirl of her tongue, just the tip, before it's sinking down into him, firm and deep, plying at his walls. He gets another kiss to the base of his cock as she licks at her lips and glances up the length of his torso, lids heavy and mouth flush, shining with his slick. "What do you think?"
He has done plenty of work eating people out before - never did he think he'd get a sense of what it was like from the other side. Angela is just as impressive in this as she is in all other things, though.
When she seals her lips against him and hums her answer, his legs come up a bit, curling against her. He keeps from clamping them down - they are still cybernetic - but a soft whine escapes his mouth as well as she pulls off. Honestly, she could have stayed down there and he would have died happy.
It's still sweet relief when she dips her tongue inside him, and he has to gather his words up.
"I think if that's what it feels like, then all of them are the cutest things ever," he breathes out, voice rough as he lifts his head again, resting on his elbows to look down at her, mouth slick with his own fluids. He's given no indication it's too much, at the very least.
Don't worry, she won't be gone for long. She just wants to know she isn't going too roughly for his first real stimulation here, where there are far more nerve endings than he's familiar with. It certainly didn't sound like it with how openly he moans for her and how he whines to the loss of her lips, but she wants to give him a moment to process and answer.
The one she gets has an easy little giggle breathed out of her before she's licking into him again, closing her eyes and leaving the rest to touch and to taste, knowing how he watches her. It's a shame he can't see how tight he is, down here. Her tongue pushes in again with a huff of hot breath, then right back up, sealing to suck at his clit once more, tongue working the little bundle eagerly. She knows how she likes it. Steady, intense, powerful. Her jaw drops with every drag of her tongue flattening out, encompassing him in the searing heat of her mouth as she drinks him down, worrying his clit between soft lips and teasing with the tip of her tongue between, curl of her thumb dragging over his slit.
He had his chance to speak up. She's going to at least ensure he has some measure of release before they explore further and take some time to learn about this, hugging his hip down against her mouth after his legs shift about her.
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It's all she could offer him, and it was far from a scientific or confident answer. And it certainly didn't mean she expected him to arrive in the middle of the night, new moon casting the city in a quiet lavender, as if to soothe all frayed nerves of the previous moons. The sharp raps against the door alarm her, ears perking up where she'd been nearly asleep in her own bed, slipping from the duvet barely warmed by her body heat and padding barefoot through the flat to the door.
There's no peephole, but it didn't matter. She has little enough cause for worry, and opens the door still in one of her partners' henleys hanging off her shoulder, concern already between her brows.
The white of his armor almost goes unnoticed; the ears, however, and the look on his face, doesn't escape her even for a second.
"Genji...?" A hand is held out for him, tentative but immediate, seeking one of his or an embrace to invite him in. "Those ears... Are you all right?"
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Regardless, when she offers a hand, he takes more than that - he steps close and ducks his head down, tucking himself against her front and hugging her, his ears twitching back to lay down against his head. Even just being close to someone soothes his nerves, making him sigh softly (even if he wrinkles his nose a little at the scent on her henley).
"I woke up and I was like this - like I am under Iris."
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Sorry about the clothes, Genji. You can take it off her once she closes the door, promise.
She'll give him a moment to settle and relax, now that he's here.
"The traits are quite telling. Perhaps they're not concrete assignments...? If your demeanor has changed, for example, being around those you care about again. Luckily, you know a veteran."
It's a gentle tease, even as far as usual teasing went. She's trying to set him at ease.
"We'll figure out if it's affecting anyone else. For now, come inside. Let's be sure of what else may be going on."
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"But why now? Why not earlier, then?"
The only thing that had really changed was the appearance of Commander Reyes. Genji felt no need to "give up" command now that he was around, though. Still, his brows are furrowed, showing he clearly doesn't expect an answer to his rhetorical questions.
"Thank you for letting me come see you."
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The fact that he relaxes to her touch and into her arms only has her squeezing him that much closer as she draws him inside, door closed and locked behind him as she slowly separates from him, keeping hold of his hand and the other sliding back from his hair to cup his cheek.
"I'm sure it could be nearly anything, Genji. Perhaps you're simply feeling more comfortable, now, as we grow used to the people we have and the dynamics we've settled into."
There's less sense of indulging in something he "shouldn't have" or "hasn't had", now, so much as that they're simply giving into the affection and accepting that they can deserve it. It's becoming more natural.
"Or perhaps it's entirely something with the moons and not about us at all. Closer orbits, polarization if they pass too close to one another, changes in their surface chemistry or activity beneath the crust."
She shrugs, arm twining with his as she moves to walk back inside and bring him straight to her room where he can get comfortable and climb in bed with her, where it's still warmed through from her sleep.
"You know you never need to thank me; I'm just glad you came. Come on, you. Let's get comfortable and have a look."
There's a bit of mischief in the way her hands find the edges of whatever he's donned just to run down to her room; the temptation to see if he has a little fluffy tail is entirely too strong.
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He doesn't even realize she's looking for his tail - which he has - until her hands touch it and he jumps a little, then laughs.
"I see you are unable to keep your hands off me."
It's a light tease, something more like his normal self... but he's still plastered right up against her side on the bed.
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She's smiling softly when her fingertips dip under his sweats and start to peel them off him, brushing over his tail and leaving him jumping. It was as soft as she could have expected. She turns into him with the tease so they're front to front, half-holding him as she pushes the material down the curve of his rear for him to shimmy out of, sure to toss them aside before she's feeling about for releases on as much as his armor as he may still have on for the day. The hoodie will be next.
"When have I ever been able to?" A tease right back, of course; she hadn't meant to brush over it when she was only hoping to see. "I just wanted to see you free of a few unnecessary layers, is all. How are you feeling, sweetheart?"
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He shrugs out of his hoodie next, where far less armor is remaining on him. She asks how he's doing, and his ears perk forwards, long and expressive, before drooping down.
"Needy," is what he ends up going with. "I feel like crawling into bed with anyone and cuddling." And a bit more than that, certainly, but "be close and protect" seems to override his other instincts for now.
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Besides, every square inch would help. She knows from experience. By the time she's finished paring his legs down to synthetic muscle, he's tossed the hoodie to the foot of the bed and she's reaching for the chest plating, his arms already "bare". It was almost the last piece. The perk of his ears is a visual hook that catches her attention and has her glancing up with a smile just to see them as she sets the back within the chest piece and sets the other bits inside, pushing it to the bottom of the bed as well. Then they droop, and she reaches up tentatively, giving him a pause to draw away if he doesn't want her touching them before attempting a stroke from base to tips.
"That will fade, now that you're here and doing just that. And it'll hold off for a while after you've spent some time with others. Even just leaning against someone's arm at a cafe will help. We'll just have to fill that initial need."
Then her hands lower to frame his hips, where that last bit of armor (or underwear) encases his groin, thumbs rubbing into his skin above it in silent question. Should she?
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He still mutters an apology in his native language, hoping she won't call him on what is quite a natural reaction for his state. "I appreciate you... being here, helping me through this, Angela. I don't know what I would have done without you."
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It's a phrase she'd learned before. More than a simple gomen, but something deeper, more sincere.
Angela's prone to teasing but she'd never do so out of any form of maliciousness, and certainly not when someone's self-conscious. She won't acknowledge what she knows is there, won't even glance down, instead smoothing her palm up his back and shifting into embracing him once more.
"You know I'll always be here, Süässli. No matter what."
And she'll shimmy in just a little closer, her chest to his, tipping up to kiss his brow and give him a little squeeze where she's wrapped an arm up under his, cool fingers splayed beneath his nape.
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So when she presses close to him, smoothing her fingers over the nape of his neck, he lets out a breath and leans into the kiss on his brow, ears perking up a little bit with the attention. He wraps his arm around her and tugs her in closer - practically into his lap, or on top of him, enjoying the slight weight of her against him.
Then he laughs, gently. "Of all things, it had to be a bunny. I could not get a set of antlers as cute as yours."
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She moves to close the distance between their upper halves, and he leans right into each kiss and pulls her even closer, sighing out a quiet breath. Ange just smiles as soft as ever and gives into the desire to curl that leg over his hip and roll up onto his chest, where she mostly covers him. So long as he doesn't squish his ears— which she slips her arm free to reach up and touch, slender fingers curling about the base of one to rub her thumb into and them stroke up, just as he's making fun of himself.
"Oh, I don't know. I'm already so in love with these ears."
And so she's careful as she bends one down and presses a kiss to the very end, silky fur against her lips. She releases it so she can tug the blankets up from behind her and cover him up, letting their warmth insulate now that he's stripped down to nothing.
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The petulant tone is all for show, of course; how could he be truly petulant when he has her curled up on top of him, with a blanket around them both. He leans into her touch, unashamed; it's both a blessing and a curse, soothing that part of him that needs contact while making a fire burn in his belly.
His ear twitches under her lips, and when she pulls back it stays half-flopped over as he watches her.
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She knows it's a bit of an exaggeration, but it doesn't make the sudden change any easier to swallow. Nor is the associated heat easy to deal with, for a first time. Now that she's laying atop him properly, as he asked for in the way he tugged at her, she can feel the shape of his cock beneath a bare thigh, half-covered in the silky soft material of her chemise. She gives him all the easy contact that comes naturally to them by now and then some, her affection and appreciation sparking chroma in her fingertips as she strokes along his ear and her other hand slips into his hair, cradling his head to keep their noses touching.
The way his ear stays put gets a little giggle from her before she's turning her wrist and brushing over his cheek with the flats of her fingers, over his jaw and down his throat, across his shoulder before turning back over to start kneading.
"Better now, isn't it? A little easier to breathe."
She knows that feeling well, also. Sometimes nothing could ease the tightness about her chest like skin to skin and the relief of someone's presence, knowing they won't leave. Even at her worst, she could quell herself if she could just curl up in someone's arms.
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When she strokes her hand across his face, he leans into it like an affectionate cat - not the rabbit he is now nor the fox he was. She is, as always, a comfort - even if he can feel blood rush south with the feeling of silk and her against his cock.
Well, it seems he's doomed to never truly escape that situation in this place. Still, he determinedly ignores it.
"What do you do if it becomes too... much? I felt as if I'd go mad earlier."
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Angela's glad she can help with the edge, that peeling him out of his armor and pressing to him was just what the doctor ordered, but he asks further and she wonders how long this will be enough.
"Well... I have my regular partners and friends I spend time with. If this isn't enough, being held and having skin against my own, having another's warmth around me— there's little else for it. I indulge in the instinct and desire welling up like the tide with those I trust. But I'm not as strong as you either, Genji. Perhaps it won't be the same. Sometimes just curling up with a friend and getting some rest is enough to curb the sensations."
But only sometimes, it seems to imply. And he's been privy to a good portion of those times, trying not to burden him with the rest when she often skipped a couple doors down and pestered her neighbors for relief, or occasionally reaching out to other contacts.
"If it isn't, then I'm here. For whatever you may need."
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In all honesty, Genji had lost himself to Cordis. The changes were usually not too severe, but he was already a playful sort who was indulging his desire to sleep around. There was little need for much restraint when it was just a stronger, furrier version of himself.
This is different by far. The closest comparison he has is when he would become scared as a child and need comfort - but this is nothing so innocent or childish. The need is all in his body, a fire banked but growing bolder by the second. He truly had felt as if he might burn out of his skin before he reached Angela. He has experience redirecting and letting go of anger - but nothing for a need that feels so deep.
He has seen what she's like, at some points, and has always been willing to indulge her. It probably weakens that shoddy barrier. They have been together before. Surely this won't be too different.
"I do not think I can resists that offer."
It's soft, questioning - she's already offered and yet he feels the need to ask are you truly sure, brown eyes questioning as his hands come up to cup her back.
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It is different, the heat and the need and the desire to simply be someone else's, for a little while, to be protected and curled around and treasured— their other half, she always feels, no matter how fleeting it may be. It was a bittersweet sensation. Angela has let him have that side of her, the one that just wishes to curl up with someone and be held, but she can already tell from how hard he is against her hip that this is far beyond those sorts of desires. He needs release and he's denying himself for their agreement.
Silly. Because yes, they have been together before. He took care of her when she was exhausted and overdosed on chroma, sore and unwilling to move, there for her. It's her turn, now. So when he gives into the offer, questioning even still, she lifts herself up from him just enough to meet his eyes while his hands rest against the dip of her spine and smile, something warm and comfortable. Yes, she's quite sure.
"Then let me take care of you, this time."
The kiss she presses to his lips lingers but doesn't deepen, offering him the comfort of her affection before she's moving back against his hands, taking the corner of the blanket and fluffing it up and to the side like a parachute with a little smirk. She still wants him covered at least partially, so it falls across his chest and opens her up to shift further down his body, one hand down between his knees to scoop up one leg and encourage him to bend it, giving her room to shift her weight onto the one between his thighs and do the same with the other leg, splaying open for her as she begins to settle.
Only, well. That's new. Where his testicles should've been is, instead, a very slick entrance peeling open for her beneath the base of his cock, dripping down the cleft of his ass and clearly having been neglected at least the entire time he's been here with her, if not before. Her brows pinch with the sympathy but it's all the hesitation he gets from her. She slips her knees back to lay down between his thighs, ankles crossed where her legs bend up lest they fall off the foot of the bed, and she paints him in the hot velvet of her tongue, up the cleft of his ass and over the hole, up the slick folds of his sex and smearing that arousal up the underside of his cock, lips sealing beneath the head to suck just long enough to let her swallow and allow the taste to move around her mouth, giving her enough saliva built up again to kiss her way back down to the base of him and rub the flat of her tongue down over him.
The taste of him has a shaky little sigh slipping out of her and against his sex, sucking at such soft lips in long, strong pulls of her mouth between the swipe of her tongue, hands sliding up from the curve of his ass to hug him to her, thumbs swirling over his hipbones.
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Of course, opening them has him shifting to look up a little bit. He knew that something had changed with the slickness he could feel between his legs. He hadn't investigated further, considering everything he'd been going through at the time.
He can feel his insides clench as she wraps her hand around him, but when she drags her tongue against his modified sex he lets out a low moan, his head falling back to rest on the pillow. It keeps going, past his folds and up just under the head of his cock. He only gets wetter, giving her what she wants when she sucks at him.
"Angela," he says, his voice soft but deeper with arousal.
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Just the sound of his voice is enough to have her own arousal stirring at coals that feel nigh-permanent in this place, always ready to stoke up in the cradle of her hips with needy little throbs of her own. He breathes out her name before she's honing in on that little clit bumping over her lip, sealing to suck even as her tongue rasps over it, soft fingertips circling the tip of his cock in echo of the sensation. She hums her answer, then, thrumming right against such a delicate bundle of nerves, before drawing back with a wet little pop of suction released.
"You have such a cute little clit, down here." Punctuated with another swirl of her tongue, just the tip, before it's sinking down into him, firm and deep, plying at his walls. He gets another kiss to the base of his cock as she licks at her lips and glances up the length of his torso, lids heavy and mouth flush, shining with his slick. "What do you think?"
If it's too much, she can back off.
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When she seals her lips against him and hums her answer, his legs come up a bit, curling against her. He keeps from clamping them down - they are still cybernetic - but a soft whine escapes his mouth as well as she pulls off. Honestly, she could have stayed down there and he would have died happy.
It's still sweet relief when she dips her tongue inside him, and he has to gather his words up.
"I think if that's what it feels like, then all of them are the cutest things ever," he breathes out, voice rough as he lifts his head again, resting on his elbows to look down at her, mouth slick with his own fluids. He's given no indication it's too much, at the very least.
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The one she gets has an easy little giggle breathed out of her before she's licking into him again, closing her eyes and leaving the rest to touch and to taste, knowing how he watches her. It's a shame he can't see how tight he is, down here. Her tongue pushes in again with a huff of hot breath, then right back up, sealing to suck at his clit once more, tongue working the little bundle eagerly. She knows how she likes it. Steady, intense, powerful. Her jaw drops with every drag of her tongue flattening out, encompassing him in the searing heat of her mouth as she drinks him down, worrying his clit between soft lips and teasing with the tip of her tongue between, curl of her thumb dragging over his slit.
He had his chance to speak up. She's going to at least ensure he has some measure of release before they explore further and take some time to learn about this, hugging his hip down against her mouth after his legs shift about her.