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[ Oh he really does like that shyness. He gives a brief hum of agreement, then is roughly pulling her back against him. An intense kiss follows, his tongue not holding back in exploring her mouth. ]

[ Instinctively, she flinches with a sharp breath, but as a result, her hands come to rest on his chest, fingers twisting into his shirt. Still, she can't help but moan against his lips, a faint sort of mewl - and she certainly can't resist that kiss.

His tongue makes her breath flutter. There's a touch of anxiety around having her mouth explored, as she finds her teeth so distasteful... and yet, she knows that her loves and accepts every part of her. That feels even better than the intimacy they share in this moment.

That isn't to say that she isn't wholly eager to kiss him back. ]

[ Urging her back towards the bed, he guides them carefully onto the mattress, fearful the small bed may creak under their combined weight. Then he's crawling over her, breaking his kiss only briefly. Her lips are reclaimed once he's settled and a rather hungry sort of growl comes from somewhere he wasn't even aware he had. ]

[ Thankfully, Grell catches on and assists in this delicate operation - until he's over her, and she demandingly pulls at the lapels of his coat until their lips meet once more.

Oh, but that sound he makes has her groaning in turn, fingers hastily unbuttoning his collar! ]

[ He hushes her against her ear, despite making similar sounds, himself. While he's there, he plays some kisses down her neck, pausing to suckle on what he feels may be the most sensitive spots. ]

[ Heaving a shuddered sigh, Grell licks overs her lips before her teeth catch at the bottom one to bite back any more. Her fingers become clumsier as her hits the better spots, neck craning and lids lulling-- but still, she persists on, managing to open his shirt so that she might feel the skin of his stomach and chest. ]

[ With his shirt now open, William sits up, pulling it free from his chest and discarding it to the floor. His eyes trail down her body, stopping at the tie to her trousers. They pull the bow free, then waste little time shimming them down from her waist. ]

[ The redhead doesn't question it, raising her hips enough to allow William greater ease. A hand absently settles at her mouth, knuckles against her lips; she's apprehensive to see his reaction, lashes low over her heated cheeks. Whatever he has planned, though, she's clearly intrigued. ]

[ This isn't the first time he's seen her nude, but it is the first he's laid his hands against the bare flesh of her cock. His features have always been a bit hard to read, so his own apprehension is hidden quite well. The only indication is the second of hesitation his hand makes before the takes hold of her. ]

Tell me if you like it.

[ He wants to please her, after all. And if they aren't going to fully make love, this will have to suffice for now. ]

[ Following her faint nod, Grell exhales a heady sigh, eyes briefly closing. The first touch. It sends a wave of excitement and relief through her. ]

G-good so far...

[ He can't claim to have done this to himself often. In fact, it may have been mostly in his childhood, and quite a bit less in the past years. Still, he trusts Grell to guide him, should he be wrong in assuming what she might enjoy. The palm of his hand trails down her shaft, his fingers wrapping around it once he reaches the base. Then comes a series of slow pumps. He watches her face as his hand moves, hoping to see a pleased look upon her face. ]

[ With a quiet croon, her hips shift. A hand winds into the comforter beneath her, properly rustling the neatly made linens. Her upturned brows press, certainly vulnerable - and yet, recognisably pleasured, indeed. ]

Mn... You can explore, as well... If you want.

Should that not wait until we we're taking the next step?

[ His hand remains focused where it is, jerking Grell in slow strokes. ]

[ Grell's breath becomes hotter upon her lips, hips beginning to withe beneath him just so. ]

What's this, then?

Hush. I meant until we have actual sex.

[ He speaks in a low tone, though there's a bit of lust to it. His free hand moves to the tie of his own trousers, loosening them. ]

[ The movement earns her gaze, which can't help but transfix there. ]

Do whatever pleases you, then. Within your confines.

[ Her hand trails up along his wrist with the softest moan. ]

[ Her wrist is taken, and he moves her hand to cup him, silently giving her permission to touch him as she wishes. ]

This would please me.

[ Lips parting, her eyes flicker up to his face, a smirk plucking at a corner of her mouth. ]

I should like nothing more.

[ Carefully kneading him through the fabric of his trouser, her fingertips trace over their fastenings, plucking them, one by one. ]

[ At the touch, William lets out a heavy breath, eyes blinking slowly as he focuses on the feeling. His own hand pauses a moment, moving to help Grell free him from his trousers. ]

[ At seeing him, Grell too heaves a heavy sigh. Until now, she didn't realise precisely how much she's wanted to please him. To see him desire her.

Delicately taking him in hand, she touches him from tip to base - and her other hand settles on his hip, to draw him closer and lay his cock atop hers. ]

[ With an approving hum, William follows her lead. He leans down over her, one hand resting beside her head while the other joins hers. Her hand is taken and her fingers guided around them both. ]

This is all so new to me. I will admit I'm still nervous.

[ He whispers beside her ear and he slowly strokes them along with her. ]

[ Grell watches him intently, cheeks warming as he takes initiative, lashes fluttering as his breath washes over her skin.

Licking over her lips, she gently rocks her hips to add to the friction. Just enough to get another sweetened breath out of her. ]

I would imagine that's normal. Perhaps, even, part of the fun.

[ Likewise, she speaks in hushed tones. Turns her head to nuzzle into him. ]

You best not laugh at me.

[ He somehow manages to have a serious tone in between the heavy breaths. Her movements are certainly aiding and he quickly finds himself matching them. ]

[ Wrapping her free arm about his shoulders, she rests her temple against his, teeth sinking into her lip with a stifled moan. ]

You'd have my permission to silence me.

[ He doesn't hesitate. His hand leaves them, instead roughly cupping her face and pressing a heated kiss against her lips. He doubts it will really silence either of them, but he also doesn't seem to care in this moment. ]