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[ It's just a moebius strip of confusion as Shura starts working his cock as well? This is nice, but super unexpected. ]

I want to kiss you, [ Strange clarifies, as if it's obvious. ] I'm not going to do it in you or your mouth, at least with kissing you'll be getting something while I, erm, take care of myself.

[ Strange has just realized there's no dignified way to say 'blow his load.'

Is this his fault? This has to be his fault, things didn't go slightly weird until they started talking. Strange hesitates for a little before asking. ]

Should I do something else?

You like it that much?

[Did it cross from being a feelings kind of thing to being a kink? Shura's not certain what to make of this, though she vaguely understands that whether or not Strange got more out of kissing than she did, he was trying to make sure she got something out of it. Her mouth works as she tries to consider what to do, what kind of answer to give him. Because he asked and she's trying her best with this entire thing.

Finally, she'll just move in to kiss him, just one hard kiss before she answers him.]

Kiss me everywhere.

[Or as everywhere he can get while sitting like this. She doesn't expect much so close to the end.]

[ The more time he spends with Shura, the more Strange realizes he knows absolutely zero of her kinks. He's going to have to work on this if he wants the relationship to work. Because he has a sneaky suspicion that her kissing him is more for him than it is for her.

Still, he does so. Giving her a quick little nod, Strange moves towards Shura's neck. And it's less of 'kissing' and more of 'out and out trying to give her a hickey' because that nagging feeling of self-consciousness hasn't yet gone away. ]

[Okay, that wasn't quite what she wanted, but it's a start.]

Better not leave a mark.

[Shura growls at him, but she doesn't move to pull away from him. It says a lot about this that Shura's bothering to tell him to change anything, since she'd usually just take the hit and deal with the marks in the morning. She turns her head, moving just enough to brush her lips against his hair.]

Don't be nervous.

[Because it's weird that he's suddenly doing something so juvenile when he otherwise hadn't been bad?]

[ He pulls away from her neck with a little frown. ]

I'm not being nervous, [ Strange says, despite the fact that he's a little bit nervous. And honestly, he hates it. He hasn't been nervous in ages, why the hell is he so nervous now? ] I just don't know what you'd like.

[ But alright, if she doesn't want him to leave a mark, he'll just go some place that won't leave a visible mark: her boobs. One hand goes to her nipple as Strange pinches it lightly before massaging it a little. The kissing will resume but he kind of wants to see how or if Shura will respond to him.

He's continuing to jack off as he does so, though Strange can feel that he's going to come in probably a few seconds or so. ]

[And maybe there's one of the differences between sleeping around with strangers and sleeping with just one person. It didn't matter if the other person was completely satisfied, you never had to see them again!]

You don't have to do it all--[A sharp inhale as he pinches her nipple, then continuing as if nothing happened,]--at once!

[So fine, his stamina is better than Shura expected! But he's getting her riled up like this, and he's bound to come soon and probably just pass out after, leaving her like this!]

Well what should I—

[ Strange accidentally cuts himself off because yep, he's coming. He lets out a little moan of excitement before blowing his load, aiming more for the sheets than for Shura herself. A little part of his mind points out that shit, he should help with the laundry later, but that's a problem for future Strange. Present Strange is spent.

Still, while he's content, he honestly doesn't know if Shura is. And so, he picks up from where he left off. ]

What should I do, then?

[And there he goes, jizzing all over her clean (if a little covered in lion hair) bedding. In the future, she might tell him that it's easier to wipe cum off of bare skin than it is fabric, but that's for another time. He is too old to have this kind of energy!]

You're fine, worry about it next time.

[It's like a having an overeager puppy. Shura doesn't know if she should tell him she's had much worse sex. This might be awkward, but it hasn't been bad, strictly speaking. She kisses his forehead, not sure if she's trying to be comforting or not, because the next thing she says comes out in a mildly threatening sort of way.]

Don't get something started that you can't finish.

[ Strange has the energy of someone at least ten years younger than him, a fact that's simultaneously endearing and aggravating. He looks over at Shura with a little frown. She says that he's fine, but he knows he can do better and he wants to do better. Shura's forehead kiss placates him a bit, but it doesn't fully get rid of his slightly nervous energy. ]

I could try to finish what I started, [ he points out, knowing full well that he's pretty spent. ] Or, we could wait and I could do better next time.

[ She said next time. That, in Strange's mind, means that there will 100% be a next time, ]

[Yes, she said next time, good to see that Strange immediately latches on to that bit of hope.]

If you fall asleep on me in the middle of it, I'll kill you.

[Meaning yes, next time. That probably doesn't help with his nervousness, but whatever, hopefully it gets the point across that she isn't interested in a second round if he really have the energy for it.]

Then I'll do better next time, [ said without a moment's hesitation.

Thankfully for Shura, it gets the point acrsoss. Though they're done with the love-making, Strange is fine with some post-coital cuddles. He shifts slightly, so that he's sitting next to Shura instead of across from her, before Strange tries to put his arm around her shoulders. ]

[ ~~it wasn't making love damn it!!~~

So having feelings during sex was one thing, but post-coital cuddles with feelings? That's something Shura's actively avoided all of her life and she has no idea what to do. She'll tolerate Strange's arm around her shoulders for a moment before getting to her feet.]

Next time.

[She repeats, as she makes her way to the sort of kitchenette type area, grabbing a rag and dipping it in a bucket of water before tossing it at Strange's head.]

Clean your mess up before they wake up.

[The dragons, who were sure to crawl into bed the moment they realized that Shura and Strange were in it.]

[ they were totally making love and Shura can suck it!!!

Strange is about to enjoy some cuddling but then Shura gets out of the bed. He gives her a slightly petulant pout before she tosses the rag on his head and okay, she's got a point there. Fortunately, he's awake and active enough to clean, and so he does.

He'll tease Shura a little bit while cleaning, of course. ]

You know, I think you might be the only person I've met who's got a distaste for cuddling.

[ she kinda already did?? ]

That’s not—

[ Shura could try to explain herself and why she really doesn’t know if she’s completely averse to snuggling or if it’s something she can learn to tolerate, but that would require explaining herself and she’s tired. Instead, she gets a drink of water and sasses. ]

You haven’t fucked enough people if you think I’m bad about it.

[ She hasn’t kicked him out of her bed yet, that was something! ]

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And no offense, I'd like to keep it that way.

[ Unfortunately for Shura, Strange is annoyingly monogamous. He continues to clean up his mess, though he occasionally steals a glance in Shura's direction. ]

I do love you, you know. I know I've said it before, but might as well say it again.

[Why does he keep saying that and how is she supposed to reply? Is he going to say it until he hears what he wants to hear, or is this just something she's going to learn how to live with?]

I know.

[Because what is love?? Shura has no idea. But even if his insistence on saying I love you more than once makes her feel weird, it isn't as if she doesn't have some weird and vaguely pleasant feelings towards him.

Since this whole thing's new to Shura, she'll just carry on and pretend that he didn't just say that. The idea of letting him stay with her after sex is a a big enough challenge for her tonight. She has to steel herself before she gets back to bed and slips under the covers.]

[ As he finishes cleaning up his mess, Strange holds the dirty washcloth out to the side. Hmm. What the heck is he supposed to do with this?

While Shura slips under the bed, Strange looks around, frowning a little as he holds up the washcloth. He really wants to cuddle with her under those covers! (Or at least sleep). But what the heck is he gonna do with this washcloth. ]

What should I do with this?

Over there.

[She motions vaguely before realizing that this probably isn't helpful. She'll just reach over to take the rag from him and toss it in an appropriate corner. Things like laundry baskets are way overrated.]

[ When Shura gives him the vague hand motion, Strange just looks at her entirely confused. Over where? Just on the floor somewhere? Shouldn't there be a laundry basket oh no wait she's just throwing it in the corner.

He gives her a smile that's equal parts charmed and 'I can't believe this' before he moves to get underneath the sheets as well. ]

We'll deal with that in the morning.

[Of course he can believe it, it isn't as if he didn't see the neighborhood she lives in. A laundry basket would have been just another thing to cram into this tiny place.

But now here comes the problem. He was in her bed. What did she do with him now?? This wasn't going to just be a matter of both of them trying to do her best to sleep on the edge of the bed so they could afford the other some privacy. No. it was the complete opposite!

So Shura just lies down on her back, tugging the blankets up. Strange can do what he wants, she'd figure something out.]

[ Strange is perfectly comfortable with the whole 'sharing a bed' sort of thing. He's done this before, this is the part of the night that he's super confident about! Now's the time for cuddling and spooning and oh shit, there's no way in hell Shura would do any of that, would she.

As she lies down on her back, he lies down on his as well. There's a moment's pause before Strange rolls over to his side getting in a position for Shura to spoon or cuddle him if she wanted. ]

[She expects him to be up in her business as soon as he's comfortable. But he isn't. He's... giving her space? This is weird, and Shura doesn't know if she's doing something wrong. She looks over to him, vaguely confused.

After a second, she'll turn on her side to face him, not quite meeting his eye.]

I've never stayed with anyone, so...

[So.]

[ So.

As Shura turns to look at him, Strange makes a concerted effort not to outright stare at her as they lay together in the bed. He briefly wonders what she means by that: 'never stayed with anyone.' Has she never slept together with someone she had sex with? That's kind of sad, in an odd way. ]

Usually this part involves more cuddling, [ he says, in an apologetic tone. ] But if you don't want to do that, we can just sleep near each other.

So why aren’t you doin’ it?

[ Lots of things about Shura’s life are pretty sad. But she really had expected Strange to just cuddle up to her, and he hasn’t, so what’s up? ]

I thought you wouldn't like it.

[ But, if Shura is asking him about it, then she must want it, right? So, he scoots closer towards her, cuddling up and moving his arm so that she could rest her head on it if she wanted. ]

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