[ Luna watches him, and she can't help but let her lips purse in reply, a smile curling at the corners of her mouth. It's kind of fascinating to her, in a way. Seeing those responses in him to what she does, what she says. It's... exciting. That runs in the undercurrent of it all, the giddy excitement of something new. Knowing she's having this effect on him, and in turn how he affects her. And it's exciting because of the freedom they have within this moment, so rare and precious.
His hips shift, and he sighs. It's easy to get swept up in it all. But his words are sobering for a moment: If you want to— stop. If anything's not comfortable anymore. It's okay. This might be about him, but it's... about her too, isn't it? It's about them. And it's there— either of them can stop if they want, if it's too much. Luna's eyes soften at that, her lips unpursing. She looks at him for a long moment with that softened gaze, warmth and affection and love.
She leans in to press her mouth to his, a small, chaste kiss. Her voice soft for a moment when she pulls away. ]
I know. And... good, that's what I want. What I'm aiming for. [ The gentlest of chuckles, a little breathy. But she means that, joking aside. She's glad it feels good for him, already. Luna wants this to feel good for him, hopes that they can start what they finish. That it won't be too much. She wants that.
And she's aware of how his body reacts to her touch, a slow rousing that neither of them are in any hurry to speed along. Time, for once, is their friend. They can take their time with it, enjoy it. Still, she presses on at his suggestion — the gentlest curve of her fingers against him as she applies a little more pressure. Slow, deliberate movements but still quite leisurely in pace. Her eyes flutter slightly, a thought coming to her mind, remembering something: the shape of it a little different but certainly related to this moment. This... technically isn't the first time she's done this. She can't help but chuckle a little at the realisation. ]
... I have to admit something— [ She looks sheepish, almost apologetic. But there's a good humour to her tone. ] I realise I put you at a bit disadvantage, I do have quite a good idea of what I'm doing. [ There's a brief moment or two as she tries how best to explain what she means. ] I... admittedly got a little curious, back when I changed into a boy last year.
[ There's a little inhale, her shoulders shrugging easily. ]
But... I, well... had this in mind, you in mind. I wanted to make sure this felt good for you, for whenever we got to this. I suppose it was a kind of... research.
[ Trust the Ravenclaw to look into the techniques of masturbation. This might not be some other essay she has to write, or some assignment or exam she has to take — but there's something of it there, in spirit. Although in truth, whatever Luna found was enjoyable and what Peter might find enjoyable are two very different things. Learning how to go about things is one thing, actually putting it into practice is another. Not that it was so terrible, with this. They can work things out together, and she very much likes the idea of that.
That being said, she does resume her concentration on the task at hand. Unhurried, careful and attentive. She's enjoying this, enjoying this moment with him — trying very hard not to let herself get too carried away. The emotions within her intense, and the excitement is almost intoxicating. Her hand moving against him with purposeful pressure, fabric tightening against her palm. Her kisses are slow, lingering things. She doesn't deepen them too much, wanting to keep an eye on his reactions as time goes on.
She's checking in with him here and there with silent looks, raised eyebrows of questioning if he's still alright in those long, lazy moments that follow. Each time resuming with her kisses once more; it's comfortable. And then, when she next pulls away, her hand shifts to his waistband and then no further. Her fingertips rest against fabric. She swallows thickly, a little breathless, her heart fluttering as she looks at him — waiting for permission. ]
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His hips shift, and he sighs. It's easy to get swept up in it all. But his words are sobering for a moment: If you want to— stop. If anything's not comfortable anymore. It's okay. This might be about him, but it's... about her too, isn't it? It's about them. And it's there— either of them can stop if they want, if it's too much. Luna's eyes soften at that, her lips unpursing. She looks at him for a long moment with that softened gaze, warmth and affection and love.
She leans in to press her mouth to his, a small, chaste kiss. Her voice soft for a moment when she pulls away. ]
I know. And... good, that's what I want. What I'm aiming for. [ The gentlest of chuckles, a little breathy. But she means that, joking aside. She's glad it feels good for him, already. Luna wants this to feel good for him, hopes that they can start what they finish. That it won't be too much. She wants that.
And she's aware of how his body reacts to her touch, a slow rousing that neither of them are in any hurry to speed along. Time, for once, is their friend. They can take their time with it, enjoy it. Still, she presses on at his suggestion — the gentlest curve of her fingers against him as she applies a little more pressure. Slow, deliberate movements but still quite leisurely in pace. Her eyes flutter slightly, a thought coming to her mind, remembering something: the shape of it a little different but certainly related to this moment. This... technically isn't the first time she's done this. She can't help but chuckle a little at the realisation. ]
... I have to admit something— [ She looks sheepish, almost apologetic. But there's a good humour to her tone. ] I realise I put you at a bit disadvantage, I do have quite a good idea of what I'm doing. [ There's a brief moment or two as she tries how best to explain what she means. ] I... admittedly got a little curious, back when I changed into a boy last year.
[ There's a little inhale, her shoulders shrugging easily. ]
But... I, well... had this in mind, you in mind. I wanted to make sure this felt good for you, for whenever we got to this. I suppose it was a kind of... research.
[ Trust the Ravenclaw to look into the techniques of masturbation. This might not be some other essay she has to write, or some assignment or exam she has to take — but there's something of it there, in spirit. Although in truth, whatever Luna found was enjoyable and what Peter might find enjoyable are two very different things. Learning how to go about things is one thing, actually putting it into practice is another. Not that it was so terrible, with this. They can work things out together, and she very much likes the idea of that.
That being said, she does resume her concentration on the task at hand. Unhurried, careful and attentive. She's enjoying this, enjoying this moment with him — trying very hard not to let herself get too carried away. The emotions within her intense, and the excitement is almost intoxicating. Her hand moving against him with purposeful pressure, fabric tightening against her palm. Her kisses are slow, lingering things. She doesn't deepen them too much, wanting to keep an eye on his reactions as time goes on.
She's checking in with him here and there with silent looks, raised eyebrows of questioning if he's still alright in those long, lazy moments that follow. Each time resuming with her kisses once more; it's comfortable. And then, when she next pulls away, her hand shifts to his waistband and then no further. Her fingertips rest against fabric. She swallows thickly, a little breathless, her heart fluttering as she looks at him — waiting for permission. ]
Do you want me to keep going?