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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."

"A whole list, huh?" She smiles at him, blushing warmly and then biting her lip, petting her fingers through his hair. "You're sure that you're okay with waiting?"

She kisses his cheek, and then his mouth, feeling a little like she ran ahead of herself. "You're only the second person that I've ever--" She laughs almost nervously and wraps her arms around his shoulders in a hug, sitting up in his lap. "I think I'm overwhelmed."

Hopefully it's clear from her tone that she doesn't think it's a bad thing, and she doesn't regret what happened at all, but she wants to pause to catch her breath and clear her head.

"I meant what I said," he says, curling his arms around her and holding her against him for a moment. He turns his head, kissing her temple. "That was... Intense. Do you want me to go?"

He strokes his hand up her spine, reassuring her. He'd like to stay longer but he'll give her space if she needs it.

"Yeah, it was," she says with a laugh, but the question takes her a little by surprise. She hadn't thought that putting pause on what they were doing would mean that he needed to leave, and her mouth turns down into a confused pout.

"I-- no. Do you want to go?" She asks, tugging her shirt back down as she sits up a little straighter. "I-- didn't mean that you had to leave."

The thought of him leaving after what they'd just done doesn't sit right with her, but he's rubbing his hand soothingly up and down her back, looking at her sweetly, and she hopes that this is just her own insecurities getting the better of her.

"I absolutely don't want to leave," he says, shaking his head, pressing a kiss to the corner of her pout. "Honestly, I'm hoping you'll let me go for round two once we've both had a chance to calm down a little." He lifts one of her hands and grazes his lips over her knuckles. "I just want to give you the option. I'm here for at long as you want me to be."

“Round two,” she repeats, chuckling a little and smiling fondly as he kisses her hand.

She’s fairly confident of the answer, but she asks teasingly anyway, walking her fingertips across his shoulder. “And what if I just want to play Scrabble?”

Keys pretends to think about that for a long moment, both hands resting on Rapunzel's hips.

"Then I guess we'll see how many words I can remember how to spell," he says.

The answer makes her grin, nose wrinkling in fond amusement, and she takes his face in her hands, thumbs stroking over his cheeks as she gives him a soft kiss. This one is a little chaste, more affectionate than sexy, and she kisses his forehead before climbing off of his lap.

“Oh, wow,” she says with a giggle, feeling a little lightheaded. “I’m going to go get us some water.”

Considering where his head had been an hour ago, this is...It's unbelievable. She kisses him -- his lips, his forehead -- and then she climbs out of his lap. Which is when he realises how embarrassingly hard he is. Flushing deeply, he grabs a cushion and tugs it into his lap, his legs curled onto the sofa with him.

"Yeah," he says. "Water sounds like a solid choice right now."

“Just a sec,” Rapunzel says before heading to the kitchen. Once there, she leans back against the counter and takes a moment to breathe, putting her hands on her cheeks. She wasn’t expecting that at all and as good as it felt, she’s glad that she put a stop to it for now.

She likes Keys a lot and what he’d done has felt amazing, but Rapunzel doesn’t want to rush into anything, not with how fragile she feels.

After pouring two glasses of cold water, Rapunzel carries them into the living room and grins at the sight of Keys with a pillow in his lap, looking flushed with his hair all messy from her hands being in it.

“Here,” she says with a knowing smile, holding a glass out to him as she sits next to him. “Maybe it’ll help you cool down.”

"Honestly, I think it might take more than one glass of water," he says, taking it from her gratefully and taking a long, cold swallow. When he's done drinking, he holds the cook glass against one cheek. She sits next to him and it's the easiest thing in the world to drape his arm around her shoulders.

Rapunzel laughs happily at his antics and leans against him when his arm goes around her, resting her head on his shoulder. His glasses are still hanging from his sweatshirt and Rapunzel reaches out to slide her fingertip along the frames.

"You flatter me."

Peter helped her a lot, but she still sometimes finds it hard to believe that someone could like her in this way, not just to want to touch her, but to spend time with her and hear her thoughts and ideas. Gothel did a real number on her, and she's really not sure that she'll ever recover.

"The woman who took me-- she was very... unkind," she tells him, then realizes that might seem like a rather abrupt change of subject, so she puts her hand on his chest and tries to explain. "Sometimes I don't really know how to react to compliments."

He hates that, honestly -- that someone could have done a number on someone like her, someone not list beautiful but kind and sweet and funny and all of those other things, too. He covers the hand on his chest with one of his, squeezing gently.

"I guess..." He thinks about it for a moment. "When I give you a compliment you can just ask yourself if you trust me. And, if the answer is yes, then why would I lie to you?" He lifts the hand on his chest to his lips. "We can keep practising until it's easy."