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[The gentle touch earns a sharp hiss of breath, but also a bit of a dreamy smile. It's not like it feels bad, it is just a little new. Sure, she'd touched her chest before, but Jiro's the first non-Momo person that's done that. It's an experience.]

I...no? [She sounds confused, and maybe a bit needy.]

...I just don't want you thinking I'm pushing you. But if you want to continue, please? Don't stop. I'm fine...

[Oh. Somehow, that makes a lot more sense than Momo getting nervous? Sure, she's the kind of person who can get a little anxious about things - but in a situation like this, it almost feels like something she'd be as coolheaded as ever about...

That smile isn't going unnoticed, though. She must be so sensitive right now, all things considered - so Jiro ends up pulling her other jack down to match, coiling both of them over Momo's chest.]

I don't think you're pushing me at all, Yaomomo. I'm actually kinda used to this kinda stuff going a lot faster... but I don't wanna push you, you know?

[One of her jacks tightens a bit, mimicking a gentle sort of squeeze.]

This is your first time, right? It could set the bar for anything else you do after tonight. I don't wanna mess that up or something.

Of course it's my first time...

[Momo almost laughs, almost. It should be incredibly obvious that it is, and not just because of the way she's acting. Everything about her just screams sheltered virgin, doesn't it?]

...But you won't mess anything up. You couldn't possibly, since it's time spent with you. Someone I trust.

You're putting a lot of faith in me...

[But considering the blush pretty quickly spreading on Jiro's face, she definitely doesn't consider it a bad thing. She's still rather flattered and touched by the idea.

After thinking something over for a moment, though, Jiro ends up reeling her jacks back in - and instead leans forward to press a light kiss to Momo's sternum.]

... I could probably say something really cheesy here, but I'll spare you.
How about you help me out of this dumb tank instead?

You wanted that, right?

Thank you for sparing me.

[Really, she does.

Sighing sweetly, she nods her agreement to the question and reaches down to hook her fingers at the hem of the fabric.]

Ready when you are...

[And up she pulls, slowly and taking her time, giving Jiro plenty of time to stop her if she wants, or help out with raised arms and the like. She's fairly eager to get it off, all things considered...though can you blame her, sitting here topless?]

[She's not planning on stopping Momo at all, no - nor can anyone blame her for the eagerness, either.
Jiro's happy to move and lift her arms where she needs to, even seeming a bit eager herself with the way her jacks lift up in funny little arcs once her head's free, leaving her just as bare as her friend.

Months ago, she might've been embarrassed to be sitting like this in front of someone else - maybe even apologized for not rocking anything "substantial" - but now?

Well, no, there's still a chance she'd be embarrassed.
But something about it being Momo in front of her feels... different. Or maybe it's just the moons' effects?
She's not sure, but she can't say she minds it either way.

So she ends up moving in again, slipping an arm underneath the dip in Momo's back to hold her close, and tucks her face in against her friend's neck.]

... Want me to speed things up a little more?

[Why should she apologize? Momo would probably just have blinked in confusion, but she likes her friend the way that she is. Jiro's always been the fit, sporty one of the two of them, and when she's seen her in the bath it's never struck her that Jiro should be any other way.

Her eyes widen slightly, though, as Jiro's chest comes into view. This is different than the bath, of course, and that means that there's going to be touching. That sounds nice...

Almost as nice as the kiss, and the grip on her back pulling her in close.]

Yes...I don't want to wait anymore.

Then you won't have to.

[Her tone is quiet and surprisingly warm as she says as much, and she presses one more, much quicker kiss to the side of Momo's neck before pulling away entirely.
As much as she doesn't like the idea of not holding Momo all tucked up close like that, they won't get anywhere unless she moves - so she does, shifting down the bed a bit over top her friend until she feels she's far enough.

And while one jack comes up to gently cup her breast again - the metal tip getting held gently against her nipple, just barely using her Quirk to let it buzz there against the sensitive skin - the other comes down to pull on the hem still sitting on her friend's hips.
Just enough for her to slip a paw in, with the clear intent to pull off the rest of her outfit.

She said she's gonna speed this up, so she's gonna.]

[Momo's content to let Jiro do...basically whatever she wants to speed this along, and after a line like that it's hard not to get excited. Or rather, more excited. She stares with lantern wide eyes up at her partner, watching what she's doing.

When the jack comes into contact with skin, she hisses slightly, because it's just a bit cold...but when it buzzes, she yelps excitedly.]

Oh! That!

[...Is not much of a statement, but it's confirmation that Jiro's doing good at least.

Shifting her hips, she rolls back just enough that her weight is on her back, making it very easy to slide off her bottoms. Easy peasy, she can roll with it.]

[Jiro can't help the way the ears atop her head perk forward with interest at Momo's excited little yelp, her gaze immediately flicking up at her for a moment before going back down to where she's supposed to be working.
But even with her eyes off of her, she's definitely still listening... and decides to turn that buzz up a little as she works to get off the rest of Momo's clothes. Just a little.

Once she's tossed it all to the side, though, she's quick to duck back in - wrapping her arms around Momo's legs to encourage her to spread them, and she leans in close to press a soft kiss to her inner thigh. ... And maybe a second one, too.
As she keeps her ears trained on Momo for each one, of course.]

[Jiro definitely knows what to expect from this much better than Momo. The buzzing feels good, but there's a totally different feeling when pawed, fuzzy arms begin to move her legs. She has zero difficulty instinctively parting them, possibly with the aid of the moons, and closes her eyes, preparing for what she thinks will come next.

The press of soft, wet lips to her skin draws out another sigh, gentle and sweet. It feels good, much gentler than expected, and totally different than when she's touched her inner thighs herself. Shivering, she just has to say something, anything, to make sure Jiro doesn't stop.]

...I like that a lot.

[It's true - Jiro's got the most experience between them, here. Maybe not from this end, but she has an idea of what to do with it all.
Which is why she smiles a touch when she hears that sigh from her friend. Not just because of the surprisingly warm feeling it plants in her chest, but because it means she's doing better than she thought.]

I had a feeling you might.

[Said quietly, just a small remark, while hovering near her skin - and she follows that up with another kiss further in, on the sensitive skin where Momo's thigh meets her hips.
All while her free jack reels down beside her face to press gently against Momo's folds.

Nothing sliding in just yet, simply laying flat against her skin to warm the metal tip. Won't take more than a second and besides - she figures the little touch of cold might be exciting, all things consider.]

[Momo props herself up on her elbows so she can look down with a gentle smile, just to see what's coming, and maybe get a sense of what Jiro's doing so she can try it later.

Only, there's no way she's going to be able to keep her arms from wobbling a bit when the tip of the jack brushes against her folds. The sensitive skin practically buzzes with excitement, and she nearly flops back down.]

...Wow...that...that's...

[What is it? She's not sure, not really, how to put that into words. Good? No, she can do better. Amazing? No...not good enough...]

...incredible. I...that feels really good.

[Her voice is almost clinical, like she's focusing on that so she doesn't start making a lot of noise. This is probably expected, because she is a giant dork.]

[Something about that gets Jiro to look up at her with surprise for a moment, before looking back at her jack where it's pressed to her skin...
Just that? Really? She supposes it makes sense... it's her first time, and she's more-or-less in heat. She must be incredibly sensitive right now.
But still, it's definitely surprising.

...

After a moment, though, that jack starts to buzz a bit as well. Almost like she's curious to see what happens.]

You don't need to tell me how good it feels straight up, you know. There's better ways to get that across, right?

[Momo nods and opens her mouth to reply, or she starts to, but the buzzing sensation pulls a high pitched yelp of surprise from her. She squirms a little, her hands slapping down hard onto the bedding and grabbing a fistful.

Jiro's got the right of it. It's all new and all different sensations than when she does touch herself...and the damnable moons giving her this heat is a difficult thing to deal with and remain cogent.

The one thing she does manage is to curl her knees a bit inward, pulling Jiro closer, almost insistently.]

[- That's what she was looking for. Jiro can't help the way she puffs up, hearing that sound tumble out of Momo like that - both figuratively and literally, considering the fur.
She's not exactly sure why, but she's almost proud to get something like that out of Momo, of all people.

The way Momo gathers her in with her knees, though, makes it clear she might need a little more than just a light buzz from one of her jacks... so she heeds the way Momo pulls her in, tucking in to press a kiss above where the metal tip's been buzzing away.
It's meant more as something of a prewarning, so she won't be too startled - because just a second afterward, her jack travels down just a bit to find a place it can slip in.
Not too far! Just... enough for her to get used to the sensation.

All she's got are her jacks and her mouth - she may as well use both, right?]

[That sends a jolt through Momo, a complete shock of sensation that has her back bucking slightly. The cold intruder is...interesting, but the kiss right where she's most sensitive is enough to steal away breath. This time she does moan, head tilting back, eyes closing shut as the combination of senses coupled with her heat drive her forward.]

...More...

[It's almost a rasp, almost a whisper, and it's hoarse...but it's more acknowledgement that she is feeling fantastic.]

[Alright. Now Jiro's truly annoyed at her lack of hands - hearing her friend moan like that, how could she NOT be?
If just a simple kiss feels that good to her, the thought of what she could be doing if she had the means, is...

... Unimportant, right now. Right now, if it's more she wants, it's more she gets - Jiro more than happy to oblige as she slips her tongue in between her folds, flicking it against what she imagines is truly the most sensitive right now.
It's a little clumsy, being something she hasn't exactly done before, but with the state Momo's in, Jiro's certain she couldn't care less.

But maybe the jack's a little unnecessary. Going off her own experiences, Jiro was thinking it could be helpful - but if just this is going so far, it might be more of a hindrance than anything else...
So it ends up reeled back in and away for now, sitting by Jiro's face in a little curl.]

[The tongue is definitely better than the jack. Not that the jack is bad, but the probing softness of that is heavenly. There's also an aspect of it that she finds incredibly lewd, in a good way.

Jiro...Jiro is tasting her. And that? That's just an incredible thought. It isn't something she's fantasized about, exactly, but it is something interesting to file away for later. Her friend's mouth is...right there.

She groans, and reflexively reaches a hand down to brush through her hair, softly, gently stroking the scalp with her nails.]

[Her mouth is definitely right there, and she even presses in a little further on hearing that sound; eagerly tucking in to try and get more of that out of Momo, almost selfish in the way she wants more - bigger - reactions from her.
There's even a moment where she has to pull back for half a second just to swallow, and that, in itself, she finds...
Hot. That's about the only way she could describe it - it's really hot.

Everything about it is giving Jiro a light, heady feeling, and with the way Momo starts to stroke her hair, she just melts.
She lets out a hum against Momo where she's all tucked in, fox ears laying flat against her hair as her jack reaches up to loop around Momo's wrist to keep her hand right where it is.]

[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.]

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