[Gives her own matching hiss, tail lashing, and slips her arms around Sabre to dig her claws into her back and nip at her collarbone, challenging and possessive. ]
[ Earning TWO hisses is like winning, right?? She's decided that equals winning.
She looks smug as can be as Req pulls her down, nipping into the kiss, pressing greedily into Kohime's teeth. The claws pressed into Kohime's side rake downward, then slip beneath her shirt. ]
[ i mean, honestly, req's Soft(tm). so the roughness of the kiss doesn't last all that long, her grip loosening so Kohime can have better access to Sabre's neck and collar, that hand instead smoothing over her shoulder to sink into the hair at the back of her neck.
The other hand slips around Kohime, behind her, to casually drag her claws over her lower back where her shirt's been lifted by Sabre's hand. ]
[For a moment her teeth sink in a little deeper, enough to leave a mark, and then she arches and sucks in a breath as they rake their claws before returning to press a couple of almost gentle kisses over the bite, like an apology.]
[ well... if Sabre's distracted with Kohime's shirt, Req can get started on pushing Sabre's up with her free hand as she smooths it down her spine, tugging the fabric with her claws as she rubs back upwards. ]
[Gives a breathy little squeak at that –– and then as soon as she realizes it, she blushes furiously and pulls her shirt off in one quick, rough motion. And then she reaches under Req's shirt, sliding her palms up her sides to rest just where it's not quite decent for polite company.]
Well then, while Kohime does the dirty work, Sabre trails those kisses higher, up Kohime's stomach. Dragging her fangs along for the ride occasionally. ]
[ she laughs, ears perked attentively forward even as her own face burns dark, squirming a little under Kohime's hands and smoothing her hand down over her sides to her thigh, instead (and perfectly willing to shift a bit if she needs to pull her shirt up, of course).
That purr ratchets up again, though, watching Sabre work. nice. ]
[She squirms and twitches a little, curling over Req as she pushes her shirt up to kiss up from her navel to her sternum, before Sabre's efforts become distracting enough that she abruptly snags her claws in her hair, pulling none-too-gently back to tip her face up and expose her neck, twisting to give her a rough kiss.]
Kissing Req is familiar territory. Thoroughly established as something desired and easy to understand. Kissing Kohime is . . . less so.
That doesn't stop the little flutter in her stomach, the soft mrrrp that drags its way out of her throat, or the way she brings one hand to side of Kohime's face, lightly dragging her claws down it as she kisses back.
[ okay well. the kisses are nice-- more than nice, ticklish, so she can't help the little squirm under it or the laugh that follows, reaching to feel through Kohime's hair--
or not, since she's gone soon enough and uhhh
listen. that is REAL hot. tits out or no she's perfectly fine watching this, cheeks dark. wao. ]
[She breaks the kiss with a gasp, hand still tangled in Sabre's hair and staring at her –– at least for a couple seconds, before she looks away, blushing darkly. She looks to Req instead, curling her remaining hand against her skin, claws scraping lightly.]
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She looks smug as can be as Req pulls her down, nipping into the kiss, pressing greedily into Kohime's teeth. The claws pressed into Kohime's side rake downward, then slip beneath her shirt. ]
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The other hand slips around Kohime, behind her, to casually drag her claws over her lower back where her shirt's been lifted by Sabre's hand. ]
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The way she shivers probably gives her away, though.
Anyway -- she tugs at Kohime's shirt, since it's there. And since Req is helping, kind of. ]
Lose this.
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Hey!
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[ laughs, pulling it up more thoroughly now. ]
Come on, like you said. Get this off~
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[Cackling in a way probably better suited to Villainous Battlefield Tactics than the bedroom. ]
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Between the two of them, and some wriggling from Sabre, they get the shirt off easily.
And with that done -- she drapes over them fur-on-fur-(on fabric). ]
If you wanted to admire me so badly, you should've just said so.
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[ Curling an arm around Sabre's waist, just feeling the fur and skin, as the other hand gives Kohime's shirt a quick jerk upwards. ]
Your turn, baby~
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What about you?
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Helping. ]
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Can't do too much with both of you sitting on me.
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Well then, while Kohime does the dirty work, Sabre trails those kisses higher, up Kohime's stomach. Dragging her fangs along for the ride occasionally. ]
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That purr ratchets up again, though, watching Sabre work. nice. ]
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Kissing Req is familiar territory. Thoroughly established as something desired and easy to understand. Kissing Kohime is . . . less so.
That doesn't stop the little flutter in her stomach, the soft mrrrp that drags its way out of her throat, or the way she brings one hand to side of Kohime's face, lightly dragging her claws down it as she kisses back.
Actually, this is hot, narcissism or no. ]
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or not, since she's gone soon enough and uhhh
listen. that is REAL hot. tits out or no she's perfectly fine watching this, cheeks dark. wao. ]
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yo i straight up never realized it was my turn oops
after a long moment of silence she says, still purring: ]
... by all means, don't stop on my account.
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