[Deoxys can't keep from smirking into the kiss, his lips quirking against Yako's. Every movement and noise from her is deliciously satisfying, her unhinged vocal response especially giving him a gleeful feeling in his stomach. The increasing sensation of dampness against his skin is unexpected and foreign, but he doesn't stop his pounding rhythm. His knowledge from his (dubious) education quickly catches up with the physical experience — there's still a sharp dissonance between theory and practice, but Deoxys is a quick learner, and once catches on he's all too enthusiastic to respond.
He gives Yako a final stroke before reluctantly releasing her, hoping she won't be too disappointed. He doesn't stray far; the tentacle slinks over Yako's hip, trailing across her skin until Deoxys finds the seams of her panties and hooks the tentacle into them. He starts tugging them down in a hurry, not wanting to leave Yako in suspense. At least, not for too long.]
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He gives Yako a final stroke before reluctantly releasing her, hoping she won't be too disappointed. He doesn't stray far; the tentacle slinks over Yako's hip, trailing across her skin until Deoxys finds the seams of her panties and hooks the tentacle into them. He starts tugging them down in a hurry, not wanting to leave Yako in suspense. At least, not for too long.]