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Then I will have to be even more attentive with my hands, since you can not see.

[ theres shuffling as he pushes his shorts away]

And I suppose it WOULD be cruel, since you went through the effort of finding this place...

[ The shuffling makes his ears perk and his tail wiggle. ]

Indeed! Think of my hard work! Hmm, though I suppose I can't simply sleep if I did do all that work.

[ He leans back on his hands, his ears flipping back a little shyly but he is letting Cacao look. ]

[A pleased hum as he looks his love over. He's seen him, as he said. But looking unabashedly with what he now can recognize as hunger? That's new. He's so cute with his fluffy wool. But under that cuteness is an alluring leanness, a softness that makes his hands yearn to touch. A noble sweep to his features that would be even finer if he was at a healthier weight.]

You... are a delight.

[ Oh he knows how he looks. He's too thin, only somewhat offset by his shorter stature, marked with the reminders of the things he's done and learned. But Cacao's words make him blush, tilt his head a little shyly.

Yes, his Staff opens to look as well, the best it can with sand in the way. He reaches up to twist his fingers into Cacao's hair, tugging on the strands a little. ]

I could say the same for you, my heart. I have never seen someone as truly magnificent as you.

You flatter me.

[He reaches out to trace those magical scars. Not so different from his own tattoos. Marks of who they are and the power they choose to wield]

[ And like before the touch makes him shiver, the scars always sensitive. ]

You deserve to be flattered all the time.

[ With a cheeky smile he moves his arms to wrap them around Cacao's neck and pull with his monster strength, forcing the other down with him with a soft giggle. ]

Come here, my love.

Oof, ha!

[He laughs into Vanilla's shoulder, the sounds turning into a soft moan as they press together.]

[ The laughs makes him beam, and he works his hands into Cacao's hair, exhaling hard as well to the way they press together. A little shift of his hips is all it takes to rub up a little, his skin flushing. Enjoy the soft touch of sheared down wool. Fuzzy. ]

Ah- if only I had thought ahead.

[It's a little ticklish, but he finds he quite likes the soft wool against his erection. Enough to even rub a little more, sighing]

Well, while watching your husband fail at swimming is not usually the time most would expect to need... supplies.

[ That makes him snort out a little laugh, which turns stuttering as his cock throbs to the rub, making him arch his hips up in return to rub again. His words are turning breathy and a little excited. ]

Y-yes, well... I should have expected the beach to be romantic...

Hmmm. Perhaps. But there is still things we can do other than... that.

[he's not normally a shy cookie, but even saying it aloud is still a bit embarrassing. So foreign to their natural reality.

That doesn't mean he's not excited to eventually get there. Far from it. But there are many fun things to do with these bodies]

Privacy is in short supply but... I have had a few chances to experiment a bit.

[ Hearing it out loud makes Vanilla embarrassed as well, but also if the way his cock twitches against Cacao's, far more interested than he says. ]

Oh? Tell me?

[ His voice is soft as he asks but his expression - despite being tomato red - is interested. And cheeky. And he tugs on Cacao's hair to bring him down for a quick kiss. ]

... I think I would like to show you, actually.

[Oh, voice drop, even while still blushing a bit]

Oh... My love, how naughty.

[ He reaches out to fumble grab his staff and set it upright properly. There. And gives Cacao a heated smile. ]

[ That makes him smirk, and his hands slide down to the v of Vanilla's hips, digging in the fuzz]

Have you... done the same?

[Curious!]

[ And here comes the reason for being called Pure, because the question makes him blush furiously and clear his throat. ]

Ah, I must admit, I have not really... I am curious but...

[ Exploring himself has not been high on his list of priorities. ]

I can not blame you for it... this place is both more quiet and more chaotic than what we are used to.

[He stops rubbing against his husband, sitting back on his haunches instead, cock jutting out rather blatantly.

...and spits on his palm]

It is...

[ It's sighed out in agreeance and Vanilla tilts his head as he gets a nice full view of Cacao's cock, and Cacao will watch that red creep down further along Vanilla's body cause oh. My.

Then he's surprised out of his reverie of how uh large Cacao is by the palm spitting. It makes him jump, bleat a little, then laugh. ]

Oh, I see.

It hurts a little if your hand is too dry. It's quite sensitive.

Hm...

[ It takes a moment of shuffling to get to his knees, his hands coming up to Cacao's shoulder to push him back. One of the delights of minotaur strength, he can wrestle with Cacao and sometimes win. ]

You could ask for assistance from your loving husband, my love.

[ After all, it's not hard to know what to do. Too dry? Sliding his hands down Cacao's body - he loves it and likes touching - he shuffles himself back along Cacao's legs to be in the right position, then dips his head. If he gets attacked by a case of the shys while bent over that's between him and Cacao's cock. And he gives the tip the shyest little lick. Oh, that's not a bad taste, but he's fighting not to giggle like he's 2000 years younger. ]

Hnn?

[Excuse you sir??? He doesn't fight back though, laying back down... and realizing what was about to happen a bare moment before it does]

O...oh.

[ The giggles win for a moment over the "Oh", Vanilla feeling silly. He's an old man for crying out loud, and he's giggling over a dick. This is as far as his knowledge goes, however, other than than fumbling touches they've done before, but he can drag his tongue against Cacao's shaft to slick it up for him. The taste is stronger when he does that, thicker. Musky and earthy and slightly bitter. ]

Hmmm, Witches... is it too bitter?

[he tasted his hand after once and found it curious, and maybe not to a sweeter cookie's taste]

Not at all! [ He shifts his hand to take it, careful to brush sand off first so there's no uh grit, angling it a little as he thoughtfully drags his tongue over the tip again. ] It's bitter, but it's... you. I like it. Hm, perhaps not the sexiest thing to say.

[ As if they're discussing the taste of tea, and he smiles apologetically before licking his lips, his voice softening. ]

I do like it, though.

[He smiles at that, petting his head]

You couldn't say anything more appealing. What cookie wouldn't want to hear their partner likes their flavor?

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