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What...?

[It takes her a beat before she understands what he must be talking about. She laughs, a bit embarrassed, and her cheeks darken.]

Oh. Oh, no, that's... that's, um not sickness. It's a sign of...of arousal, in humans.

Arousal...?

[...

Oh.

It's Deoxys turn to take a puzzled moment while his brain whirrs — he knows (roughly) what arousal is, yet he's only seen her like this when she's been unwell. So were being sick and being aroused similar, or...? No, that wasn't right, was it? Eventually the cogs stop turning and he reaches the correct conclusion, breaking into laughter himself.]

Then that's all right! I'm relieved; I am sorry, Yako.

[Still grinning a little sheepishly he leans back in for more kisses — now, where were they?]

No need to be sorry; it's a, um, good thing. Really.

[Still laughing lightly, she shakes her head and moves to press a few affectionate kisses to his cheeks.]

[He chuckles, ruffling her hair playfully. He knows he's kind of thrown the mood off track, so he tries to regain a little seriousness, pressing his mouth back to Yako's in an unobtrusive kiss.]

[She responds eagerly enough, now feeling confident enough to hook one leg over his hip. She wanted to be as close to him as possible.]

[Carefully, he pushes her onto her back so that he's lying on top of her, his legs either side of one of hers. He pushes his tongue back into her mouth while his hand drifts downward to hold her waist.]

[She does her best to make it easy for him, and wraps her arms around his neck. She follows his lead with the kiss too, letting him explore on his own.]

[He begins to move his hand slowly over her body, his long fingers spread wide as he explores every inch of her, taking in every subtle curve and the the way her chest rises and falls with each breath. He continues to traverse her blouse until his hand reaches her breast.

He traces his palm over the soft curve before he presses his hand to it, squeezing it gently; there's something pleasing in the softness and how the shape yields to his touch.]

Mn...!

[A small, vulnerable noise works its way out of her throat when he does that, and she arches up reflexively into his hand. It's strange, having larger, stronger hands on her like that, but good. Definitely, definitely good.

Her cheeks are red again, and her fingers curl against his neck. She doesn't want him to stop and worry over whether he hurt her or something, so she tries to communicate her approval by taking control of the kiss and deepening it.]

[Yako's message gets through, and Deoxys dares to make his touch slightly firmer, experimenting with massaging and kneading over the fabric with his fingers. Meanwhile he further deepens the kiss, easing his other hand under Yako so it can rest at the small of her back.]

[That actually earns him a full out moan. She pulls away again, for one or two breaths, but this time immediately rejoins him. She feels dizzy, heat coiling down to pool in the pit of her belly. Her hands also begin to roam, drifting down and across his chest and back.]

[He can't help but grin into the kiss. There's something deeply exhilarating about getting such a reaction out of Yako and knowing he caused it. Her moan sends a shiver down his spine, further tingles following after from the touch of her hands all over him.

Deoxys begins unbuttoning Yako's blouse, finding doing so one handedly to be terribly fiddly despite his nimble fingers. When the last button is finally undone he immediately spreads his hand over Yako's exposed skin, warm from the blouse and the impassioned contact between the two of them; again he's entranced by how soft she is.

Again he slides his hand up towards her breast, except this time his fingers can dip under her bra and he takes the warm mound directly in his palm, grasping almost needily.]

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[She has a moment to worry that he might need help unhooking her bra, but he neatly sidesteps the issue—or perhaps he simply got impatient and decided to take the quickest route possible. Either way, feeling his fingers curl around her bare flesh elicits a needy whimper from the blonde.

Her hips buck up instinctively, and she immediately feels silly. Excellent as Deoxys's disguise may be, she doubts that it's that detailed. It's a little disheartening, remembering that he's a totally different species at a time like this.]

[In actual fact, Deoxys' disguise is a faithful replica down to every last cell and synapse. Yako might be somewhat shocked if she found out (though Deoxys isn't entirely aware of this himself) that it was her DNA — from the hugs and kisses that she had gifted him with as a child — that he had absorbed into his body and emulated. This form is his body (with its own unique DNA) mimicking the same molecular structure of human coding. ...So yes, everything is in place...but what he lacks is the innate drives to do things like eat or breathe or reproduce. He has no idea if his junk works like a human's simple because he's never felt the need to find out.

Science lessons aside, Yako need not feel as disappointed for too long — Deoxys catches on to what she's trying to do. He breaks off from the kiss, leaning very close, his lips almost touching Yako's ear as he whispers his command to her.]

Keep your eyes closed, and don't peek.

E-Eh?

[Yako blinks, a bit confused by the sudden shift in gears on his end, but shudders pleasantly at his increased proximity. She bites her lip and complies, though her pulse definitely picks up in anticipation. As a show of good faith, or perhaps a throwback to those childhood games they played together, she even places her hands over her eyes.

She honestly isn't sure why he wants her to do this, but she trusts him.]

Okay, eyes are shut.

[He can't help but smirk at her hands-over-eyes reaction and laughs slightly, giving her a humoured peck on the cheek.]

Good girl.

[He shifts his head downward, kissing her jawline and neck. In one particularly bold move he drags his tongue across the fleshy part directly below the jawline before pressing his mouth there hard in a firm kiss. Meanwhile, his hand slides out from under her bra.

Unseen to Yako Deoxys holds his arm out, which in one almost instant motion splits into two thick, blue and orange tentacles. The tips of both alight briefly below Yako's collarbone to give her a hint as to what's happening before he begins to slide the serpentine appendages over her body. One tentacle curls around Yako's breast and dips back into her bra while the other continues its journey downward. It trails over Yako's stomach and over her hip before eventually slipping over her thigh and coiling around it tightly. Deoxys caresses Yako's inner thigh with teasing strokes while still kissing and sucking at her neck.]

Ah...!

[Her hands are now fully twisted in the cover, but her eyes remain squeezed shut. It's not out of obedience, however; she would like very much to stare at him after this latest turn of events, but his ministrations leave her decidedly...incoherent at the moment.

It's not like she doesn't know what he's done. Embarrassing as it might be to admit (which she will never, ever do, ever) she had actually wondered about that, back in high school when she had been introduced to less than innocent shows. She's just surprised that he would think to do it. That doesn't stop her from rubbing up against him again, almost pleadingly.]

[Do you know what makes space great? It gets all the channels...

Again Deoxys gives a pleased little shudder at Yako's insistent reaction, this time gasping a little as well and clutching her tighter to him. It's not a sexual reaction, but it's intense all the same. Having her so close makes his own heart pound and his head spin, and when she rubs against him it feels so validating.

He takes this as his cue to make the tentacle at Yako's thigh slip upward over her skin and under her skirt, snaking up over her abdomen and then downward. He feels the fabric of underwear against his own smooth and firm skin; in swift motion he hooks his tentacle around Yako, pressing firmly over all the areas he knows to be sensitive, with the tip curled snugly against where her opening lies under the fabric. This should give Yako something much better to grind against; he keeps the pressure steady, further attempting to tease her by rubbing her with firm but very slow movements.]

[The sounds she makes that maneuver are horribly wanton. It's a shameless response, but she can't find it in herself to be embarrassed. If anything, she becomes more plaintive. This is Deoxys, after all, and he's never been able to deny her much for very long.

She rocks down, mewling in frustration when she can't speed up his steady pace. She kisses him again, hot and desperate and plainly full of desire for more.]

[He's determined to force her to wait a little longer, but it's true that he can never resist giving her everything she wants. Especially when she's being so excitingly needy about it. He stubbornly keeps the pace as it is despite Yako's increased desperation, but it doesn't take much longer before he cracks and gives in. It's becoming almost painful not to when she keeps making sounds that make his head reel and his stomach tie in knots.

As he thrusts his tongue deep into her mouth he pulls the tentacle up against her in a particularly forceful grind, before settling into a steadily increasing rhythm, desperate to elicit more thrilling moans from her.]

[It's so wonderfully frustrating, being kept on the edge like that. Her grip on the duvet tightening even more, her fingers twisting and clenching in a manner that, were she in a more rational state f mind, would make her worry that it might rip. When he finally ives into her pleading, her fingers go slack for a second, before gripping even tighter.

She groans into his mouth, a low, primal sound that conveys just how much she appreciates what he's doing. Her hips twitch and roll, desperately trying to match up with the tentacle's pace. He might notice that she has finally soaked through her panties, creating a semi-slick friction that makes her shudder.]

[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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[Yako pulls back, panting hard; partly out of a lack of oxygen and partly out of the state of arousal he had worked her up into. Her eyes flutter open, dark and a little unfocused. It takes a bit of an effort, but she manages to pull her thoughts together again around the time he tugs down her panties. It sends a thrill of something hot and electric through her when she realizes that this is really happening.

She slides her hands up to cup his face, brushing her thumb over his cheek fondly.]

Deoxys...

[The sudden change in mood on Yako's end is a little disorientating when he was about to move things to the heated next step. He pauses and looks at her, his face full of confusion before the excitement fuelled daze slowly melts away. The tentacle that had been at Yako's chest now coils up her arm affectionately as Deoxys smiles down at her.]

Hm? What is it?

Love you.

[She says it simply, as though it's just a normal fact, as blatant as the color of the sky. And perhaps it is; she's loved him dearly for so long that it's as natural as breathing to her. So she leans up and seals her words with a kiss, light and warm and sincere.]

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