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[Well, she isn't the only one that's melting. Momo sinks into the bedding, her fingers gripping it tightly as she bucks her hips forward a little. It's all instinctual, a need to be touched, to feel more, to send herself screaming over the edge of some pit.

Her mouth opens in a loud gasp, a hoarse cry that she cannot keep in any longer.]

Oh...god!

[It's not a swear but it's something!]

[There's something weirdly... empowering about hearing something like that come from the ordinarily calm and sweet Momo. Sure, it's not a swear or anything - Jiro's not sure she even knows how to swear? - but getting her to writhe and cry like this, having this much of an impact on her, is...
Big.

It spurs her forward like a kick to the side, going at it with something of a fervor - lips moving faster over her skin, tongue delving deeper where it can, putting extra attention where she knows Momo must be almost painfully sensitive.
Her paws even scrabble up her friend's stomach like she's trying to pull her closer, not entirely paying attention to her (thankfully rather dull) claws.

Not even really to get Momo up over that edge she's hoping for - that's still the intention, but not why she's going so hard. It's just...
It's all really appealing to her Moonblessing. Not the one induced by the cultist's wine, but her original one - the little sliver of Sanguis that's still kicking around just makes her want more.

It's nothing bad, of course. She just wants... more of Momo. As much as she can have.]

[It's probably no surprise that Momo doesn't last long, as deep in heat and sensitive from not having dealt with it at all during the previous moon as she is. She gasps, she jolts, the fever pitch of Jiro's assault on her core building into a crescendo. It hurts, somewhat, because it is so overwhelming but her whole body has been screaming for this for most of the last week, and she simply didn't know it yet.

It builds and builds and then suddenly her whole world is a shock of white. A blast of something tears her thoughts apart, and she simply falls to pieces with a soft cry of final release. Her body shakes and quivers, practically grinding itself against Jiro's face, and her hand tightens hard in her friend's hair until everything...blessedly...stops.

She sags, the force of her orgasm taking a huge toll on her, her hands going limp.]

...Holy shit...

[She does know how to swear.]

[ - There it is. That's exactly what Jiro was looking for - though the magnitude of it all somehow takes her a bit by surprise, despite the intensity of everything she'd been doing.
She keeps it up as hard as she can as Momo rides out the waves of her own climax, letting out a loud, almost pleased whine against her with the way Momo grips a handful of her hair, wrapping her paws around behind her and spreading her claws as if she wishes she had hands to grab at her right back -
And purely out of instinct, her jacks zip out to fill that role, wrapping a few times around Momo's thighs and stomach to hold onto her with a firm grip.

Even after she settles and Jiro pulls back, she leaves them there, almost loathe to move them after all that...
And hearing calm, sweet Momo actually cuss like that ends up bringing a weird, proud grin to Jiro's face.
She wipes it off with the back of an arm, starting to sit up again between Momo's legs.]

... If you think that was good, imagine what it'll be like when I've got my hands back.

[She is a guitarist, after all.]

[Just that thought makes Momo shiver. The whole of it is just...it's so much. Jiro's so confident, and so...sexy! It's great, and she actually loves it. Like, actually loves it...]

...I don't know if I can...but I look forward to it.

[...Did she just agree to more? OH yes, probably.]

[Jiro crawls up the length of her just so she can flop on her side beside Momo on the bedding, almost a little worn out despite not having done all that much.
She's still a bit worked up herself, as well... but at this point, she couldn't care less.
As always, she's just happy if Momo is. And if Momo got what she was looking for out of all this, all the better!

Of course, the implications of what she's said don't slip past Jiro that easily, and she lets herself smile for real, moving in to tuck up close to her friend's side.]

Me too. And, you know... I'm always just across the hall if you need me.

[Momo shuffled and fidgeted a little bit, shifting enough so that she could pull Jiro into a hug. She knew what she should do, and she was willing to give it a try. But she needed a moment to collect herself.]

I will keep that in mind.

[Nuzzling in close, she pecks her friend on the cheek.]

...I will help you out too, you know. Just...let me catch my breath, okay?

[Jiro is just... so happy to be pulled in like that, rubbing her face against Momo's as her tails begin to sway.
Thinking to herself that even if she doesn't get any relief tonight, just being like this is fine with her -

Of course, then Momo says what she does, and those tails start to move even faster.]

I, uh -
If you want to? You don't have to, I'll be okay.

[Even though it's pretty obvious she's excited by the idea...]

I do. I really do.

[And she leans in, kissing Jiro more fully, and does just that over the course of the next...oh...hour?

Let her explore you, Jiro.]

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