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[ He follows along as she moves, propping himself up over her. There's a vague plan forming but just like before he has every intention of taking it slow and easy, give himself time to work things out and for her to give him needed instructions.

Leaning in to kiss her neck, Jughead starts on a slow trail down her collarbone, further down over her sternum, slowly working over her soft skin. ]

[ She draws in a steady breath when his lips graze her neck and then slowly work their way downward. For a moment, she isn't sure what to do beyond lay there and enjoy it. But she does let her hand move to touch his hair, fingers combing restlessly through it, enjoying the sensation as well as the feeling of his lips against her skin.]

[ Her laying there and enjoying it is kind of what this is about to some degree, so he's certainly not complaining. He's emboldened by her fingers in his hair and decides to explore the options a bit more instead of just going for it, moving to the side to kiss along the curve of her breast, narrowing in on the nipple. ]

[ She draws in a sharper breath when his mouth closes in on her breast, goosebumps forming over her skin as she shivers at the sensation. Shifting beneath him, her back bows a little, encouraging him further because the feeling of his lips against that sensitive peak is certainly new and very welcome. She hasn't really felt anything like it.]

Oh.

[ That's a good reaction and it makes him bold enough to continue, see what other reactions he can get out of her. He closes his lips around her nipple, gently sucking and lapping, eyes glancing upwards to catch her reaction. ]

[ It's a strange but... amazing sensation. Completely foreign. Her eyes flutter shut, however as he becomes bolder, as he concentrates his energies on it. She lets out a fluttery laugh, her skin already flushing with the heat she's feeling.]

It feels really good.

Good. [ He gives the nipple another affectionate swipe of his tongue. ] Tell me, okay?

[ When he finds a good spot, or if he slips into a bad one. He wants to do this as well as he can for a first timer, and right now that means moving over to the other nipple to give it some attention before he continues downwards. ]

I will, [ she murmurs, nodding as she lets her teeth tug at her bottom lip as his mouth slides over to the other side of her chest. Her eyes fall shut again and she smiles to herself, her words a little distracted:]

Yeah, definitely will.

[ He smiles against her skin as he carefully shifts further down her body, taking a moment to get comfortable between her legs. A little bit of nervousness is sparking back up, but it's nothing he can't handle. Leaning in close he makes a trail of light kisses down her stomach, continuing over her upper thigh, working inwards where he pauses briefly to steady himself and also get her go-ahead, or at least give her a chance to say no. ]

[ It's not exactly a leap to think that as he moves down her body, he's got a certain destination in mind. She shifts and arches into his lips and their journey downward, soft humming sounds escaping her lips. Even still, she feels her own nerves start to return to the surface, her fingers curling a little tighter in his hair. And when he works his way along her thigh, she shivers.

His gaze meets with her own and she looks down at him with a gentle nod.] Yeah.

[ He smiles back up at her, full of love and adoration. Consent fully confirmed Jughead gets to work, descending on her with gentle care, making a few initial experimental swipes with his tongue. ]

[ At first, like most of this experience, the sensations are almost too foreign to enjoy. Betty is a healthy teenage girl, she's done her own exploring but this is definitely the first time someone has had their mouth between her thighs.

She knows the mechanics of it, she thinks, but right now, she's getting used to the fact that her boyfriend is going down on her and the jitters she feels due to that are getting in the way of her focusing on how it can be pleasurable. For now, her fingers curl in his hair and she gives him an encouraging hum when he just goes for it.

She wants to ask for more but she's going to give him a minute because, well, it has to be a little overwhelming and daunting, it's her body and she doesn't even know works for her half of the time.]

[ It's something alright. He finds himself in a bit of a daze, allowing emotion and instinct to guide him because if he thinks about this too much he's going to mess something up. Growing a bit more bold, he moves with more purpose, experimenting with pressure and where he's supposed to put his mouth to get the best response out of her. ]

[ After a few moments, the novelty gives way to inklings of pleasure. Every so often, he hits a spot that sends a jolt through her and she lets him know it with a soft or the tightening of her fingers.

And when he does find a particular spot or rhythm that works, she tells him breathlessly.] There... right there... like that... yeah.

[ He's nothing if not attentive and all these little signals help him immensely to hone in on what she likes. Of course, nothing is as good as verbal cues - he follows them obediently, working on her with increased determination. ]

[ He's a quick learner and it doesn't take long for her to get completely over the awkwardness and fall straight into pleasure. He may notice it in the way she pants his name in between breathless affirmations. Or maybe he'll notice the subtle shifts of her body as she tries not to rock her hips, her fingers curling in his hair, the other hand alternating between tangling in the sheets beneath her or grabbing at the pillow beneath her head. Or maybe it's obvious in the way her body reacts, her skin flushing and the way she gets wetter.

But yeah, she's feeling good.]

[ It's intoxicating to get this kind of response out of her and while they've been intimate before, emotionally and now physically, this is on a whole different level. Every gasp and moan, every tug at his hair makes his nerves tingle with a sense of accomplishment.

Continuing the movements, he slips an arm under her leg, reaching for her hand. ]

[ He should feel quite accomplished, it doesn't take long for her to go from feeling awkward to having to keep her hips in check so she doesn't break his nose while he's down there.

His hand seeks out hers and when it finds it, her fingers tangle with his, her leg delicately draping over his shoulder. Her breath hitches and she feels something big coming, she feels that familiar swell of pleasure, that wave that threatens to pull you under.

She moans his name in warning (or maybe it's encouragement), her back bowing as she feels herself teetering on the edge.]

[ Please, no broken noses. He's not sure if explaining how that happened would be the best or the worst, but he's leaning towards the latter.

And of course he won't stop, not when he feels her tense like this. If anything he doubles his efforts, eyes closed and brows furrowed in concentration. ]

[ His hard work and persistence are rewarded a few moments later when her whole body goes tense, like a bow being drawn back as far as it can go. And when it's released, she moans low, shivering and shuddering. Her fingers tighten in his and in his hair as she falls over that edge, as she's swept away by her climax, his name a quiet whine on her lips.

All without breaking any noses. Sorry Jughead, you'll have to brag about satisfying your lady the normal way.]

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[ Yeah, he's probably going to keep this between the two of them. No one needs to know what they get up to in their alone time, even less now that there are no worried parents to report back to.

He remains where she is, letting her ride out her climax before easing off, propping himself up on his elbows to get a better look at her. His hair is more messed up than usual and he's flushed beyond belief, but oh so very happy. ]

[There are fireworks and heat and tingles and all those cliche things that people talk about. It's not her first orgasm but it's definitely the best one she's ever had, if only because Jughead is the reason for it. And yes, she might still be a bit sore from before but the mixture of the pleasure and pain was actually... intoxicating.

When she starts to come down from it all, she lets out a fluttery sort of laughter. Her eyes finally slip open so she can look down at him, her breathing still uneven. However, she's probably glowing in the figurative sense, a smile curving her lips.]

Okay, Jug, that... [ she lets out another nervous sort of laugh, hand moving from his hair to his shoulder in an attempt to tug him back up with her.] That was so good.

Yeah? [ She doesn't have to ask him twice - he scootches back up, flopping down next to her with a happy sigh. This is probably the best day of his life, for many reasons. Maybe leaving Riverdale really was all they needed to get their lives together. ]

So, not disappointed?

What? [ She turns over onto her side, reaching out to touch his face with one hand. She's breathless still as she speaks, leaning in to press a few kisses to his lips and cheeks.] Jughead, no. Of course, not. It was amazing. This was all amazing.

[ He kisses her back, seemingly unable to stop smiling. ] Good, because you're amazing. [ So that matches up. ]

We should do this more. I mean... not that- [ but also that ] -but just hang out, watch a movie. We have a lot of catching up to do.