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[hantale]

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[hantale]

Eheh, the reaction most definitely earns a giggle, dropping down with a wink.

First things first, the kelpie shifts forwards, pressing themselves closer to Virgil so that his arms have plenty of room to work with. No sense in hampering his cooking just yet, after all... Once the pie is in, though, Fran pullls back and nods, glancing over the writing.

"Only if you'd like to, of course~" With that they give a little squeeze about the faerie's waist, gently guiding him away from the stove so they can bask in the warm scent of baked goods in the air. And each others arms, that too.

[nobirdsallowed]

The young man's face is all pink, following wherever Fran leads, antennae feeling out ahead of them as they move. All hands are on them, claws feeling across the Kelpie's body tenderly.

"I'll do anything you ask."

His arms are strong, kisses delicate, face flushed, body warm. Everything the fae writes, he means.

[hantale]

So many hands! It's kindof nice, a rather encompassing embrace as Fran's body presses into the hold. The response earns a soft little grin and it isn't long before the kelpie guides the two over to somewhere more comfortable to sit, well, somewhere more comfortable for Virgil to sit.

Fran, on the other hand, is going to lean over him to place a few soft kisses across the male's cheek, guiding their cushioned lips down to the faerie's mouth and tilting ever so slightly for a more proper make out session. With that distraction in mind, they can crawl up on top of him, straddling his legs and wavering for a moment before settling down on his lap, chest to chest and oh so pleasantly close.

The kiss is broken just to whisper a few encouraging instructions. "Relax, let yourself explore, and follow your instincts~" Cooing out in that honeyed ancient tone.

[nobirdsallowed]

He does whatever the Kelpie guides him to, all hands wandering along Fran's back, leaning in for a kiss and hoping that the blush isn't too evident, that the slight shake in his hands isn't obvious.

Breath hitches in his chest, clinging to Fran as they sit on his lap, the only thing between them being his sporty red shorts. The tone of the kelpie's voice soaks into him, shuddering gently, nodding, and pushing tongues into their mouth.

It's new, it's strange- he's going in entirely blind to the ins and outs of sex.

[hantale]

It's about normal for someone inexperienced, though the addition of a couple tongues to their kiss certainly makes for an interesting addition for the kelpie as well. Their own tongue flicks and dances, welcoming Virgil's as their lips part.

Fran's arms slide down, trailing across one of Virgil's sets and guiding his hands along the other's body, across the soft holdable hips, along their smooth and cool thighs, and then over to that modest, squeezable tush. Once there, Fran's back arches, gently pressing back into the touch.

"You can explore all you want~" Their voice hums out, slowly encouraging Virgil to come out of his shell. Ironic for a bug boy.

[nobirdsallowed]

He gets just a little more daring with their encouragement, two hands perched on his chest, two on his hips, and the last two cupping that small, perfect little butt. Right, there we go. He likes that quite a lot, exploring Fran's mouth tentatively and slipping fingers beneath their top.

"Tell me how you want me?"

[hantale]

There's a slight delay in their response, partially because they're distracted by the positively delightful embrace of several hands. Their chest presses forwards, curving with that arched back as if to encourage a little more exploring over the kelpie's soft skin, cool to the touch along with its blueish hue.

How they want him... Hmm, bug anatomy does make this a little tricky. A few more soft suckles on the male's tongues before pulling back to speak once more, gazing up at him with half-lidded eyes. "How about... something like this?" The hands on their hips and tush will likely follow along as Fran rolls their lower body, pressing down into Virgil's lap to start off their little fun.

Then, they slooowly tip to one side, rolling a little to guide them down so that Fran ended up beneath the male, thighs softly resting against his hips instead and smiling up at him. This way his thorax and shell weren't getting squished!

[nobirdsallowed]

Oh, oh! The young man rumbles pleasantly in his throat. He's so nervous, but at a point there it's overridden by lust and instinct. He pushes his forehead against Fran's, hips grinding against theirs, a few fingers smoothing along their abdomen before tucking very gently into any pants or undergarments they may be wearing.

[hantale]

Yes, definitely much better. It seems they hit that turnover point where the male's instincts took over, as well! All the better for Fran, at least. Their tummy tensed up slightly beneath the hand, a hot breath escaping through their lips as the hand slipped beneath the simple, arabesque cloth pants the kelpie wore, first trailing beneath their waistband. Dipping a little further will reveal why exactly Virgil hasn't felt anything pressing back against him.

Meanwhile, Fran's head trails light pecks across the males chin and cheek, dropping back softly as his hands start to explore. The kelpie's own arms shift up, lightly tugging the faerie closer and rocking beneath him, all subtle encouragement to keep on following his instincts.

[nobirdsallowed]

Interesting... Virgil's brows jump a little, fingers tugging gently at the waistband and two hands lifting Fran's hips, giving them the occasional glance to make sure every stroke of claws on skin is permissable. He wants to see what they've got for him to work with, not that he has any clue what to expect.

The fae almost half assumes they'll have a literal trouser snake, considering everything Ryslig does.