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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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.