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She pressed in against him, her breasts against his chest briefly and then she's pulling back, eyebrows raised and he feels the blush across his cheeks, down under his.ar, darkening.

"Sorry," he says. "Didn't get the memo about above the waist, apparently?"

"No, no, it's okay," she says with a giggle, reaching up to tuck her hair behind her ear as she looks at him. His cheeks are flushed, eyes glassy and lips swollen, and Rapunzel puts her hand on the side of his face. It feels complicated, being with him like this, but easy at the same time. She just doesn't want to go too fast.

"Is it?" She asks, suddenly nervous as her fingers card through the hair at his temple. "Okay that I'm not ready for that, I mean."

He turns his head, pressing a kiss to the inside of her wrist.

"I'm okay with whatever you're okay with," he says, his dark eyes fixed on her face. "Whatever you're ready for. I just..." He smiles, quietly mortified for a moment. "Can't help that." He traces the sharp point of her chin with one finger, down her neck. "But I can wait. Promise. And if you're never ready? That's okay too. We'll figure it out."

His words soothe her worries and she smiles, relieved and affectionate. He seems genuine, and Rapunzel believes him. She knows that she doesn't have to be concerned that she'll feel pressured.

"You're very sweet," she says again, eyes crinkling at the corners as she thumbs at the dip just under his lower lip. "And it's okay, I don't expect you not-- well, you know. It's flattering."

She giggles and presses another soft kiss to his mouth, pitching her voice low and flirty. "I don't know about never, but you'll at least need to take me on a proper date first."

That voice definitely isn't helping things below the waist, and he groans softly, shifting slightly against the sofa. He trails that finger slightly lower, just brushing the soft curve of one breast above the neckline of her tanktop. He tries not to notice the points of her nipples under the thin fabric.

"Any time you want," he says. "Where do you want to go?"

Now that they've acknowledged the whole below the pants situation, Rapunzel feels okay with relaxing against him again, feeling him pressed against her hip. His hand dips lower, inching under her shirt, and Rapunzel knows that if she were to move his hand or tell him to stop, he'd do it.

That's reassuring, so she checks in with herself and decides that no, she doesn't want him to stop. She did say above the waist, after all, and her nipples are so hard that they ache. Keys has to notice them too, because his gaze keeps gliding down only to jump immediately back to her face, and she finds it deeply charming. He's being such a gentleman about all of this when from what she's heard, a lot of men wouldn't be.

"Surprise me," she says in that same teasing voice. His eyes dip again and Rapunzel giggles, leaning in to press her lips to his ear. "You can look at them. It's okay."

"Surprise you. I can do that," he says. His breath catches in a soft, strangled sound at what she says next.

"What if I want to do more than look at them?" he asks.

The sound he makes paired with the question makes her flush, thighs tensing as she shifts enough to press their foreheads together. Their lips brush as they share air between them and Rapunzel swallows, curling her hand around the back of Keys' neck.

"Like what?" She asks quietly, letting out a shuddering breath and kissing his chin.

His hand trails lower, gently cupping one breast. He can feel her nipple pressed against his palm. He squeezes, just softly, his mouth brushing against hers.

"Like that?" he asks.

Keys' hand slips down into her shirt and covers her breast, squeezing gently, and Rapunzel's breath catches at the friction to her nipple. It feels good but the angle is a little awkward, so she reaches up to grab gently at his wrist.

"Mm, no," she breathes out, leaning her side against his chest as he she pulls his hand out of her shirt. She bites her lip and nudges her nose against his as she guides his hand up under her shirt instead, smiling coyly at him. "Like this."

For a moment, a split second, he thinks he's misjudged, fucked up again, but then she's guiding his hand back under her shirt at a different angle, her breast small and hot in his palm and he squeezes again, still gently. He shifts his hand so that he can graze his thumb across the hard bud of her nipple.

Somehow it's hotter that instead of kissing her, Keys just stares down at her face as his hand works over her breast. It's slow and sensual and she gasps softly as his thumb traces her nipple, arching up a little as she leans her head against his shoulder. She presses her thighs together again and shivers, hesitating for a brief moment before dragging her shirt up over her breasts.

"That feels good," she breathes out, feeling a flush spread down across her chest as she slides her hand encouragingly up and down his forearm.

She tugs her shirt up out of the way and Keys leans back a little so that it can just look at her for a moment, take in how beautiful she is. He's definitely hard now, but it feels like the least important thing in the world. He lifts his other hand, so that he's cupping both breasts at once, teasing both nipples with the pads of his thumbs.

"Oh." She swallows hard and stares up at him, squeezing her legs together and twisting her hips in a way that probably makes it clear that she's aroused, but that's okay. It's pretty evident for him, too.

She lets out a breathy little moan because her nipples really are very sensitive, and it's been such a long time since she's felt like this. She's barely even touched herself in the past year, so maybe it all feels a little more intense because of that, or maybe because it's all so exciting and new.

God, he could get used to this. She's luminous, gorgeous, gazing up at him like that, all but squirming in place as he touches her. He's seized, suddenly, by an uncharacteristic desire to take her apart completely, to see all of the different ways he could make her face look just like that. He might never have been good at serious relationships, but he's slept with enough girls to know what he's doing. Still squeezing, still gentle, he scrapes the edge of one thumbnail then the other over her nipples.

The sharp edge of his thumbnail catches her nipple and she yelps quietly, jerking a little and then lifting her head to kiss him again, more sure of herself this time. She grabs the back of his neck and kisses him deeply, groaning softly and arching up against him.

She breaks the kiss with a gasp and lets her head tip back, arching her chest up toward him as she rocks a little in his lap.

She kisses him hungrily and he likes that reaction -- he likes it a lot. Dropping one hand to her hip to keep her steady in his lap, he takes one nipple between forefinger and thumb, rolling it, pinching lightly.

"Tell me what feels good?"

"God, all of it," Rapunzel says with a breathless laugh, biting her lip as he toys with her nipple. Her gaze drops to his mouth and her blush deepens as she tugs slightly at the back of his neck.

"I-- um." She lets out a low, nervous giggle and shifts her hips. "You could-- um, you could use your mouth."

"Oh, could I?" he says, smiling, but he also lets her guide him with her hand on the back of his neck. He plumps her breast with one hand and then licks a stripe across her nipple before he wraps his lips around it and sucks.

"Oh." Her body jerks at the first touch of Keys' tongue and she whimpers as he sucks, arching up against him and practically hugging his head against her chest. Wildly, she wonders if the hands above the waist boundary doesn't count for herself, because she kind of really wants to shove her hand down into her pants right now.

She's wet and pulsing between her legs and she smiles, because she was so sure this part of her was broken. But no, here she is, warm and alive.

"Keys," she breathes out, turning her head to press her face against his neck, whimpering and pressing kisses there.

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He wants to hear her say his name like that, over and over again. He wants to hear her sob it. Light headed for a moment, he thinks he might want to hear her beg. Remembering how she'd reacted to this thumbnail, he teases with the edges of his teeth.

The scrape of teeth surprises her and she gasps, moaning at the suction of his mouth. His cock is so hard against her hip and she rocks a little, wanting to give him a little friction.

She breathes out his name again, head tipping back against the arm of the sofa, thighs pressing together hard. He's good with his mouth, good with his hands, and she wonders if he'll be good at everything. For a moment, she considers taking his his hand and putting it between her legs, but she knows that's her libido talking, thrilled at being so suddenly resurrected.

No, they should wait and she shouldn't make any decisions until she's clear-headed. It's already gone farther than she thought it would, but that's okay. That's more than okay, because it feels so good, so she just clenches her thighs and lifts his knees, curling in on herself a little in obvious arousal.

She grinds against him and he rolls his hips once in answer, pressing closer. He told her it was okay -- and it is -- but that doesn't also mean that he isn't going to need to spend some focused time alone later.

"God," he murmurs, his mouth drifting, pressing kisses against her smooth skin. "I want to do filthy things to you."

The words surprise her enough that she opens her eyes and looks around like she's wondering how they got here. She giggles and strokes his cheek, cupping his chin to drag his head up enough for her to kiss him.

"Oh, you are dangerous," she teases, giggling again and shifting enough to sit up and curl her arms around his shoulders, kissing his mouth again and again. "And very talented."

"I've barely done anything yet," he says, between kisses, his hand coming up so that he can thumb her spit-damp nipple. "Believe me, I'm going to start a list for when it's time."