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Okay, it's the morning. Susan is not their because Lauren slept in late for once. He'd woken at dawn of course, to do his morning rituals, but then instead of staying awake he'd gone back to bed, tired from the battles they'd had only the night before. Susan, restless as he was, was the next to rise, and rather than stick around while Lauren and Annabelle slept, he'd wandered off to go explore with Fluff. This left the two of them laying close and comfortable in bed, even as the sun began to rise higher into the sky.

"Morning." Lauren says, smiling softly, stifling a yawn when he's through.

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His eyea flutter closed and he tries not to groan as she teases him. He puts a hand on her hip tob still before looking to her again. He knows she's going to laugh at him, probably tease him to, but he has to say it.

"Even if we couldn't... That'd be fine with me." As usual his words are slow and hesitant. He knows she wants this too, but maybe if she knew it didn't matter to him she wouldn't try to force herself if it started to hurt. He liked being close to her, whether this was a part of it or not.

He blushes and looks away, waiting for her to tease him.

Contrary to his expectations, she smiles at him, but with pause. Whether or not that intensifies Lauren's anticipatory anxiety isn't something she considers.

She places her hand on top of his, where it rests on her hip.

"I know that," she says softly, curling her hand around his. "I trust you, Lauren. You know that, don't you?"

He glances to her when she puts her hand over his own to see her smiling at him. His eyes widen, and his face reddens when she says that, however, and he looks away again. He didn't know that actually, and even now that she's said it he doesn't know if he can. He wasn't very bright, or very strong, or very interesting. He mostly just made mistakes, how could you trust someone so incompetent? He doesn't say that though, he doesn't want to insult her.

With his silence, Annabelle considers something, tilting her head thoughtfully as she gives a little squeeze to his hand. She doesn't understand this kind of thing ("this thing" being emotional inhibitions and sentimentality put in places she finds weird personally like sex), but she's inherently in tune to the energies and vibrations other people give out; she can't be oblivious to Lauren's mood if she tries.

"Of course, you don't have to do anything you aren't ready for yourself." She strokes his arm. After all, after some retrospect, Annabelle had realized that she'd took Lauren the last time without much exchange involved. She'd just assumed it was fine. "I'm not going to be offended or disappointed."

He shakes his head, he knows already she wouldn't mind. He doesn't know if he wants to admit what he is thinking though. He should just ignore it. His prick is still swollen, and she's still wet. It wouldn't be wrong to just continue, so why is he hesitating?

"No... Sorry, you just surprised me."

"Go ahead, then," she says gently, idly stroking the back of his hand with the tips of her fingers in light strokes. The mood is still a little strange, but Annabelle is deciding it's okay to try to push through it, given his reassurance. And if it doesn't end up working out, it was fine; it was so impromptu anyway. Risky, even.

The thought gives her a very unfortunate sudden, needy and sharp ache.

"Let's try."

He glances to her, shifting forward to give her a kiss. His hand pulls away from hers to shift his dick back into position. He isn't really sure where that position is, but he finds it quickly enough. It's the part of her cunt that gives when he presses forward. She's even hotter like this, with no cotton in between them, and he shivers in anticipation before slowly pressing inside of her. The sensation is immediate and intense, much better than thrusting between her legs ever could be. She's so wet, so warm, so... tight. His eyes fall closed as his hand finds hers again, clasping it tight.

Annabelle, despite her confidence and eagerness, is a little nervous. She steels herself with a deep breath, and mindfully and deliberately relaxes her body as she feels him initially press against her. It's like a curious nudge as he finds the proper placement, and it actually feels quite good, even if it makes her brace.

Grateful he can't see her face, she grits her teeth, letting out a tense, brief huff through them. It's girthier than the toy she's been practicing with, which despite its dimensions, used to feel just as awkward as this does. Now, she uses it with ease. It's only natural to step out of her comfort zone at that point, she figures.

"Ah..."

But beyond the discomfort, it's pleasurable, too—the heat of his sex is stimulating in a way she's only known from the narrowest of intrusions from his tongue, and this is of course much different. She focuses on regulating her breathing—deep and slow, and the cramping relents somewhat. She curls her fingers when he takes her hand again, reciprocating its zealous hold. And despite the strange discomfort and mild pain, her clit aches more than ever. It's a very unusual combination of sensations.

"Yes," she whispers tersely, her brow furrowing. Even if it's a little difficult, the fact that she's achieving even this much is definitely getting her off, encouraging her wetness.

Edited 2017-03-01 02:55 (UTC)

The last time they'd done this he'd been overstimulated and only half hard. It was difficult to focus on the feeling of being inside her. Now there weren't any such distractions. He was needy, desparate even. Although he'd had sex before this was a first, and while he couldn't understand her desire to 'take him,' he was very grateful for her enthusism. This felt amazing in a way he couldnt have expected. She was so hot and slick pressing against him. He closes his eyes, pressing just the tip of his cock inside of her and he groans.

"Fuck, Anna." he barely pulls out, but he shifts back a bit until he feeels like he's going to slip out of her if he goes much further, before slowly pressing back in again.

It's amazing how tremendous someone's presence can suddenly become when it feels like their cock is splitting you in two. The ever meek Lauren was a red blooded man as any other, after all, and feeling the divine split between pain and pleasure as he carefully and considerately pushes and pulls the head of his cock from inside of her, is just beyond exquisite. Rare, carnal form, and she feels privileged to receive it. Haughty, even. She's greedy for this side of him.

Her forehead wrinkles from the way she slants her eyebrows, her mouth held agape as she chokes out a strangled, startled exhale, sweat beading on her flesh. The second time he pushes in makes stars bloom behind her closed eyelids just as much as the first, her ears and cheeks burning pink.

"Oh, stars," she sighs out coarsely. A hand reaches backwards abruptly, clutching at the side of him, somewhere between his hip and his thigh. Her nails dent his skin a gentle bite. Her clit feels impossibly stiff, standing at stubborn attention despite its size. Even though it's hardly any of him, it feels like so much, but she knows it's only a hint of how full she'll feel with the most of him inside of her. "A little deeper, Lauren... Please, lord, just a bit more."

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