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[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.]

[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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