I'm countin' on it. [Of all things, Nero got noise complaints all the time over nothing. What was the harm in earning one, for once? Every little wall breaking down with Ryuuko up until then had been rough until the more recent ones. Once the big one was down, the rest came along fast. The last few had been fun, too.
Taking to that power all at once and with a grin to return to her, Nero let Ryuuko lead him back down to the couch. He helped her work his shirt off, it being the only thing he'd been even remotely nervous to do. Reddening cheeks followed once his shirt was off, leaving him in just his shorts and spare briefs. His skin had become flush once he took those off, too. With lean muscle from neck to ankles, Nero leaned over Ryuuko and between her knees, just until his thighs were touching hers.
He recognized Ryuuko's expression for what it was. At that point, he really couldn't back off how he thought of her. She couldn't, either. Nero swallowed hard, feeling out what would naturally come next. With a voiceless breath, her opened the slip and rolled the condom on, giving Ryuuko a deliberately timed chance to watch him do it.
One hand drifted down the flat of her stomach. Nero found her waist and just shy of it, his fingers drifted over Ryuuko's mound, feeling her out a moment before he sorted out what he'd do. With her lit-up eyes, he could feel her excitement build everything he'd done. He'd been upright but he wanted to make sure he didn't bump her the wrong way. In that moment of caution, Nero could hear the shift in Ryuuko's breathing and it became the only thing he could hear for a little while.
It took him a moment to line himself up with her. At that point, he was beyond himself just wantin to see her surging with passion or caught up in pleasure. First, he wanted to be closer to her. He'd have plenty of time to spend with her and try out what they wanted to push out from their fantasies regarding one another. When he settled, Nero buried himself in Ryuuko, a low and rolling grunt of effort coming from the back of his throat. With each flex of muscle around him, Nero went deeper. The sensation of her stretching around him slowly was enought to drown out anything and everything around him but Ryuuko. Nero tried to not to put his full weight on her but he'd also put his arm around her waist to guarantee they could move closely and intimately with one another--at least until they built up that pace.]
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Taking to that power all at once and with a grin to return to her, Nero let Ryuuko lead him back down to the couch. He helped her work his shirt off, it being the only thing he'd been even remotely nervous to do. Reddening cheeks followed once his shirt was off, leaving him in just his shorts and spare briefs. His skin had become flush once he took those off, too. With lean muscle from neck to ankles, Nero leaned over Ryuuko and between her knees, just until his thighs were touching hers.
He recognized Ryuuko's expression for what it was. At that point, he really couldn't back off how he thought of her. She couldn't, either. Nero swallowed hard, feeling out what would naturally come next. With a voiceless breath, her opened the slip and rolled the condom on, giving Ryuuko a deliberately timed chance to watch him do it.
One hand drifted down the flat of her stomach. Nero found her waist and just shy of it, his fingers drifted over Ryuuko's mound, feeling her out a moment before he sorted out what he'd do. With her lit-up eyes, he could feel her excitement build everything he'd done. He'd been upright but he wanted to make sure he didn't bump her the wrong way. In that moment of caution, Nero could hear the shift in Ryuuko's breathing and it became the only thing he could hear for a little while.
It took him a moment to line himself up with her. At that point, he was beyond himself just wantin to see her surging with passion or caught up in pleasure. First, he wanted to be closer to her. He'd have plenty of time to spend with her and try out what they wanted to push out from their fantasies regarding one another. When he settled, Nero buried himself in Ryuuko, a low and rolling grunt of effort coming from the back of his throat. With each flex of muscle around him, Nero went deeper. The sensation of her stretching around him slowly was enought to drown out anything and everything around him but Ryuuko. Nero tried to not to put his full weight on her but he'd also put his arm around her waist to guarantee they could move closely and intimately with one another--at least until they built up that pace.]