Oh. Her response is visibly surprising as Tyler almost jolts himself back into place, had been ready to walk away at the first hint of holy protest. Only then does he try to rethink what he's seeing. The nun getup is less convincing now that he's stopped reacting off his initial thoughts of completely dismissing religion from his immediate vicinity.
He notices all the other discrepancies rapidly after she winks at him, punctuated by the dark mark shaped like a Club.
Right, this is a ruse. A... very arousing one.
With one glance back at the slot machine's very sexual suggestion, he exhales sharply and seems to surrender. There's still a weirdly arousing vibe to getting nasty with a nun in a confessional, even if none of the scenario is genuine. Tyler has a great imagination and for now can suspend his need to dig down into why it feels so arousing.
"After you," he eventually says, gesturing with a hand to invite her to step in first.
Marina just loves to surprise and fluster a man. Her smirk is perfectly devious to juxtapose her pious attire. She slips an arm around Tyler's to press herself up against him.
"I must insist you go first," said as they approach an open confessional and there's definitely just enough room for someone to sit and someone to be on their knees (in prayer... of course.......) in front of them.
Marina will angle Tyler to be the one sitting, if not really push him along for it. She's open to negotiations, but definitely has a preference she's not afraid to voice.
"Will you confess your name to me, handsome sinner?"
He's stubborn but this seems like a dumb hill to die on. Especially when he has more inexperience than he figures anybody his age should have. He might not be a virgin anymore thanks to elevator romps but that means exactly nothing right here and now.
So he's pliant as he takes a seat on the stool, legs parted just out of natural preference to be casually seated as always without being obnoxious enough to manspread. He looks up at her briefly through dark lashes, mouth loosened by her charm and lips damp with attention from his tongue.
"Tyler." Not his first or second name in his 22 years, but the one that's become his over the course of the last few years. He eyes the outside world for a moment from the confessional and then slides his gaze back to the faux nun with a small grin.
"If I ask you yours, is it gonna start with 'Sister'?"
"Hahaa... Ew," Marina giggles, cheerfully dismissing that idea. She closes and flicks the little lock to shut them into the space together. Not at all one for public fooling around, but she is fine with this semi-public, scarcely hidden thing. That's very thrilling, actually.
Not wasting time, when Tyler sits onto the bench at the back of the small box, Marina is quick to crawl forwards onto his lap. She seats herself on his thighs, straddling him. This fully reveals the waist high slits up each side of the costume dress, allowing Marina's long legs to be exposed as they wrap around him. Mostly bare legs that are softly smooth, the young woman wearing mid-calf socks pulled up all the way.
"Just Marina will do, o handsome sinner," she coos once she's made herself quite comfortable on top of him.
Hands sliding around Marina as she crawls onto his lap, his fingers rest at the small of her back as they're suddenly very close to each other. His gaze drops down to her lips, unable to help the horny thoughts of where she might be putting her mouth sooner rather than later. It's barely possible to forget that given how his clit is tingling with anticipation, hard already in his boxers.
"Sure, 'Just Marina' it is," he says, joke mildly ruined just from his delivery being so thick with his arousal. He's trying not to surrender to his lungs' demand for a sharp breath in, but it's difficult to try keep himself in check across the board with a beautiful woman taking up residence in his lap.
There's no way Marina spends an hour each morning putting her make up on to perfection to not have it admired. Her lips are a lovely shade of pink-red today, dotted around the edges with three natural beauty marks, which she would never try to cover up. If her lips somehow didn't look supple enough, those three are ideal kiss targets to anybody she's getting this close with.
"Bit of a mouthful for you to cry out in pleasure," she jokes along, "feel free to shorten it to some... to Just."
Har har!
She wraps both her arms around Tyler's shoulders and splayed fingers tickle up the back of his neck. She cards through his hairline with elegant fingers, soft as her legs, if he cares to reach out for them. Tyler might have noticed, now that it's not so much an act, that Marina has a very thick, interesting accent. Partway Italian and partway Eastern European. Everything is just a bit off where she's from- Europa- but the influence comes through the instant translation all the same. Grants her voice and dark tone of speaking some added flavor.
If only he was more experienced with trysts like this he might angle for a mouthful joke. Something leaning hard into filthy euphemism. Turns out he's too busy staring at her mouth with his hands frozen in place to come up with anything witty or flirtatious. Eventually his eyes lift again to catch her gaze, lips already tugged into an amused kind of grin. Silly and way beyond any hope of being cool in the face of her joke.
"Where are you from?" He asks as her accent catches his ear, the light conversation a precursor to something far heavier like the arousal in his veins. It pumps hard through his body, making him feel alive and very present within himself. It's a fun feeling, one that he's getting comfortable with seeking out.
"Why, the Church, of course," she teases sternly, as if straightening back out the game. It isn't actually untrue, present costume aside, Marina was born and raised with the eye of the Church over her. First in Prehevil, then at the Ministry of Darkness for her studies.
She just never intended to stick with it. Certainly not enough to earn this kind of attire. So, it's fun to make a mess of it.
"Heard of the Vatican City in Europa, o handsome sinner?" Just a little bit off from what Tyler might have a frame of reference on, but close enough to grasp.
"Yeah, definitely heard of Vatican City," comes the amused response, half for the question and half for her consistent (and honestly flattering) repetition of this new nickname. He'll take being called handsome and a sinner with an easy kind of grace.
It's vaguely confusing as to whether she's actually got ties to religion or not, but his brain shortcircuits into not really caring since she's taken up residence on his lap. Later he might consider what he knows and ask her actual position on organized religion.
For now, his eyes move between them, catching on the expanse of her legs briefly and hovering newly moved fingertips at the outside of her thigh. Feeling brave, he rests his warm hand against the soft skin of her leg and squeezes lightly.
"Oh? You don't sound like you're from Europa..." The Americas, as any number of countries or states, don't exist in her timeline of things. They had never been colonized. It's literally too scary over there for anybody to stay. Tyler's own accent completely escapes her for placement, she's only heard similar since arriving at the hotel.
Wait, focus up, she's on top of a man. No getting distracted with her curiosity!!
"Define here," Marina pries, giving a receptive wiggle of her thighs and hips into him, glad Tyler is feeling bold enough to grab her. She likes it, "the casino, the confessional, or the hot guy's lap?"
It takes a moment, the wiggle distracting to a level Tyler doesn't even pretend to not get affected by. But eventually he digs deep for "I would've remembered you if you'd been on my lap before." Half impressive considering he's not well-practiced and only now does it start to occur to him that he should definitely tell her she's not going to find the average size dick straining in arousal for her in his pants. His enlarged clit is aching and hard for her but even the effects of testosterone aren't ever going to give him an averagely sized cock.
"Uhm, also... I don't have a dick."
That part comes out in a real rush, the kind that might be easily confused for embarrassment. He's definitely not ashamed about being trans, but he is wary. Maybe that vigilance is easy to read in his expression that seems to be laser focused on Marina for her reaction.
Now, Marina does look genuinely surprised. Not in anything of an upset way. Just. Processing.
Tyler is looking at her very focused. She looks right back at him that same way. She's told plenty of people about herself in more or less rushed ways, but only since arriving at the hotel. Never back home. The look she has for him definitely isn't a look of scrutiny or judgement. Understanding, really, though that's probably difficult for him to read on her.
Takes a moment to really click. Marina hasn't met anybody like her in this way. Marina doesn't even know the word trans, it wasn't in the vocabulary of her world and time period. Sure, she always presumed others like her must exist, but people didn't talk about it. Not in her whole life has she met another trans person and known that about them, at least. There's a sudden washing over of her to really, truly find out she's not alone.
Marina's expression shifts around to just pure delight. Her hands pull forward and grasp into Tyler's clothing to anchor herself. With a near childish excitement, she bounces up and down on his lap, giddy-
"Oh! Oh!!" as abruptly as Tyler had, but more alight with rapid ignition enthusiasm, Marina blurts out loudly, "I'm a woman, I do have a dick!"
"Oh shit, easy--" he starts to advise as she bounces like this isn't her first almost literal rodeo. Except then he actually hears what she's saying and oh shit, she's trans too?
His hands both reach to grip around her waist, supportive in their framing of her body as she enthusiastically rides his lap like they're already deep in fucking territory. There's a spike of deeply wholesome excitement that rears its head amongst the mess of his arousal and this bizarre setting for his freshly anointed career in sex and all things sex-adjacent.
"You do? That's awesome..?! It's really cool there's other trans people here. I've never met anybody like me before in person until I got here. Didn't realize I needed that..." 'as much as I do' is silent but not all too hard to guess at considering his general sentiment. The guardedness he feels around so many others is evaporating into the ether from how deeply connected he feels just by way of community.
She'll stop the bucking bronco thing when Tyler heeds her to, loosening her grip on his clothing to smooth back over his shoulders. Marina gives Tyler, just, such a big hug! And squeeze! She has thin, little arms so there's a surprising strength to it for someone her size, even if it isn't all that hard. When she pulls back she gives him a muah! muah! kiss on each cheek, very European of her, indeed.
"You're the first one I've met! Ever! Oh! Is trans the word you use? We don't even have a word, back in Europa-" her hands pull up to cup Tyler's jaw on each side, running her thumbs over his scruffy chin, "-do you use magic? Are you also a Changeling Soul-?"
Tyler immediately getting asked his supernatural affinity and horoscope. These are the important questions. The fact Marina is an occultist promptly takes all priority in what she wants to ask him.
There's a moment where Tyler's jaw tightens and despite everything else going on in his body right now, he feels overcome with emotion. Marina's arms around him, holding him in a way he didn't realize he needs holding - it's all a lot to deal with in a moment he's wildly underprepared for.
It's mostly Marina's follow up questions that pull him back to rails he momentarily falls off of, the words not really making a lot of sense to a guy who's from a world without magic, as far as he knows. What he can do with Alyson doesn't really feel like magic, just is the nature of being a twin.
"A... what? What's a Changeling Soul?" So... probably not, all things considered. This whole situation is turning more bizarre than he could have guessed.
"Oh? You don't know about soul types? Must be from somewhere else..." she mutters, catching herself and her big reaction. Marina bats her eyelashes at Tyler again, but it's more doe-ish this time. It makes her a bit self conscious, rare because Marina is so overflowing with confidence, when she acts too childishly. Growing up how she did, the Great War in Europa, everybody there had to grow up too fast. She doesn't like to seem immature.
Still, she rallies, emboldening herself to speak to him softer and more level.
"It doesn't matter!" A bit astonished still, "I'm so happy to meet you, Tyler, let's be friends." So funny of her to be at this point in a hook up and declare them friends, but that's Marina. She meets someone she likes these days and doesn't want to let them go. Party up!
Blinking in more of a lost kind of way, Tyler's enthusiasm to make friends is always slotted behind a wall. He's amiable enough, friendly even so long as people aren't being assholes. But the idea of straight up declaring somebody a friend within five minutes of meeting them feels like looking up at Denali and guessing it'll take ten minutes to reach the peak. He's Denali in this picture.
Not that he isn't completely charmed by her, even if he's curious to know what the enthusiasm is covering up. There must be something. Nobody's just like this for no reason.
He voices none of that, preferring to focus on what he can genuinely say without it being a bare faced lie.
"Happy to meet you too. Kinda crazy to think we just... met each other like this. Probably wouldn't have said anything if we weren't about to uhm. Y'know."
"That's how this place is! Welcome!" she coos, pulling herself back up from a sappier mood back to flirtatiousness. There's still some of that deeply joy lingering, a new found comfort and understanding in Tyler for who he is. Her hands fall down over his neck and rub his shoulders again appreciatively. Marina is so pleased she decided this man was who she would tease today.
"Oh, y'know, hee hee," she echoes with a giggle. Marina leans in to nose at him, running hers along his with a bump and nuzzle of their foreheads together. Her lips are very close to Tyler's, he can feel the fog of her breath against him when she palyfully commands, "kiss me, handsome sinner,"
For all his inexperience at this, he's not shy even if he has explicit moments of insecurity. All the thoughts about how people probably assume a guy his age has fucked before are easier to put aside when given such firm direction. Marina asks for a kiss and he absolutely wants to provide.
At least he's pretty sure he's not a terrible kisser. He's done that before and plenty of it. In fact, almost exclusively that before he arrived here. He tilts his chin and angles his mouth so it slots against Marina's perfectly. He doesn't know if he's managed to hit any of those beauty marks she's got but his mouth opens for her and he slides his tongue boldly forward to taste her.
Marina has gotten most of her practice with kissing in since arriving. Enthusiastic practice! Sometimes too much so. She's learning to pull herself back and be more measured, not overwhelming right away. So, she mirrors what Tyler does, pressing in to meet his action. Reciprocating with an open mouth kiss, letting him take the lead on pressing his tongue into her mouth. Dancing her mouth against his with slow, appreciative motions. The kiss is definitely not chaste, but there's a deeper connection there than just lust, at least now. A wholesome comfort to a very unwholesome act, just how Marina like it!
All while she slides in closer to Tyler's groin. Her excitement to better understand him didn't exactly translate to arousal, but the flirtation beforehand had started to work her up. Marina sways her hips into his, letting Tyler feel the bulge of her panties beneath her pious costume. She thinks the disconnect there is very fun, having just no respect for her own attire about now. The wrongness is the appeal, Marina also loves that.
It's when he feels the suggestion of her arousal that his own becomes more audible. A quiet breath in, sharp only thanks to the speed at which he processes his desire for her. He's spent so long avoiding being in a position like this - even a more toned down version - for so many reasons. Now that the proverbial floodgates are open, he can feel the tide coming.
Regardless, he appreciates and can interpret that she's giving him the time and space to lean into this in a way that doesn't feel too much. Grateful for that leeway, he uses both hands to scoop her by the ass further up his lap. Beneath his pants and boxers he's aching for her and rather than find some excuse not to follow through with this, he can't imagine feeling more safe right now than with a fellow trans person.
"Never realized it was on my bucket list to uhm... get horny with a 'nun'".
Given the slits up the sides of the costume, Tyler could easily swoop his hands beneath her skirt and cup Marina's ass more directly. She's got on lacey panties beneath, having immediately taken to wearing cute lingerie wherever she went. Given how available it is around the resort, why not always be in something fit for a sexy occasion? Of course, Tyler might be able to feel the lace even if his hands are outside the costume, it's not exactly made of the thickest fabric.
"Hee hee, I'll have you know it's not that much of an act," which makes it more fun and wrong, "I just left the Church behind, studied there a long time,"
So, not a nun proper, but Marina can definitely tick off the naughty, pseudo-catholic schoolgirl fantasy.
Not knowing exactly what to make of the confession, he considers how many layers of humor are available simply thanks to their current location. Her confession in a confessional, dressed as a nun, actually a former(?) church person. It's hard to tell how deep into the churchy vibe she was and honestly, as much as he's curious to get to know her more, right now he's not thinking with much beyond the arousal hot in his blood.
Thanks, testosterone.
His hands do find the gaps in fabric and invite themselves in, warm fingertips disappearing beneath the slit in the costume and grasping gently at her thighs. In unison they slide up to her ass again, sliding beneath the lacy panties to keep skin on skin contact.
"Guess we're not studying church stuff now," he murmurs, eyes briefly dipping to her mouth again before he leans in to another kiss.
His bold touch makes Marina arch her back all the more, wanting to fill Tyler's hand. She's very slim and small, but not at all shy. Or, at least, in this moment she feels far away from any creeping bashfulness. A low moan murmurs back into the kiss he grants her, separating, albeit reluctantly, to answer,
"Oh, I do want to study with you," said with nothing but heat, so Tyler can guess the study would be something far more lustful than typically allowed for a church girl.
"We have a task to accomplish, after all," as she'd always intended when dragging him away from the slot machines. A bite to her lower lip, wet from his mouth, before she asks explicitly, "how does my head between your legs sound, handsome sinner?"
Not remotely used to dirty talk but game to try it - and he's trying real hard not to sneak any puns in despite the intense temptation to do so - he grins despite the fact his cheeks are pink. Her suggestion sounds to him as though it's the only thing he needs in this moment. Later it might strike him as honestly sad (and maybe weird) that this is the most fun he's had in a long time beyond just the fact it involves having sex. It's the playfulness of all of this that he's been missing for such a long time.
"Yeah," he breathes out with pupils blown wide and lips equally damp with evidence of their kisses. Not that he seems to be relinquishing his hold and even though they've had clear instructions on what's expected here and now, he's reluctant to let her off of his lap.
"Studying for an O, though... not an A."
...t e r r i b l e dirty talk, but that just means he has a big potential to improve, right? At least he's layered in a few different levels of what that could mean.
"A what- Oh... pfff..." Marina stifles a laugh, dramatically rolling her eyes with a smile on her face. Cheesy, but funny, one of those kind of guys. Marina is a person who connects best with humor, she can't be genuinely annoyed by Tyler's goofiness. Coming from where she had been, levity is a necessity. Without that, she's sure she'd just go insane.
"Let's see if you can muster up jokes when I've got you moaning," a fun challenge, she thinks! Marina pulls herself back from Tyler after one more languid kiss to his lips. Shifting down, she rests on her knees in front of him. No resisting her own joke, she puts her hands together in prayers, mockishly reciting,
"O lord, grant us both a bounty of pleasure and shopping money, amen," her hands part and move to Tyler's pants to unbutton them!
The joke isn't lost on Tyler who doesn't join his hands together but does chime in with an 'Amen' in unison. He doesn't yet have the experience to wonder if she's going to be angelic or devilish when it comes to sex.
As far as he's concerned, what happens next is exhilarating and terrifying and he holds it all inside as he helps her slide his trousers down and off once they're unbuttoned.
Considering he's had plenty of experience of his T-dick rubbing against the inside of his pants the more it's grown, he doubts he'll ever be in a position to go commando. So his boxers are still keeping Marina from her prize and Tyler, for his part, can't help the hint of pink in his cheeks again.
"You could have taken this all off at once, you know," Marina teases, voice playful and bright. She smooths finger tips of each hand to Tyler's knees and then up, up, up his inner thighs, wishing to part his legs to fit between them. Fingers that on one side move to his groin, rubbing down along the fabric covering his pussy.
That's so curious to her! Fingers grope and feel out his T-dick within his boxers, Marina giving him such a thrilled look. Not like she's aware of the effects hormones can have on the body, not being from a time or place they're available. Modern medicine does just look like magic to her. She presumes this is something he's been blessed with, somehow.
"Oh, what do you have here?" a rub of her thumb, boxer fabric dragged along with the touch, to the notable length Tyler has to his hardened clit, "Can I see? Or do I need to show you mine, first?"
"Probably," comes the ready agreement that yeah, the boxers could have come off with the jeans. Though maybe there's part of him that's still feeling a touch vulnerable like this. His heart is thumping like a fist against his ribcage, pulse at his throat jumping in his nervous excitement. His legs part for her like they're on well-oiled hinges.
"Ah fuck," he groans as her fingers trail the length of his hard clit, expression shifting almost immediately into distracted pleasure. It's like her touch has a voltage, the twitch of excitement at the physical attention something he immediately wants to chase. His thumbs are tucking into his boxers and starting to pull them down over his hipbones before she's even finished her question.
"You can see it... and if you want to show me yours I'm not gonna say no..."
It takes a bit of shifting, but eventually his boxers are falling down his thighs and pooling at his ankles leaving him bare from the waist down, clearly hard for her. He's trying his best not to look like he's trying to understand her reaction as though his life depends on it, but he's not doing that well.
Further good fortune for Tyler, the mask of restrained disinterest that Marina could put on at times has now been cast aside. Here with him, she just looks excited at every reveal he's got. Her face is flush pink, but there's no shyness to the hunger in her expression. He can search her reaction and all he'll find is a... pleasantly shallow thrill behind her eyes.
Marina is so pleased she's just not thinking that hard. Head empty. Only desire and the urge to tease him with compliments.
"Hoooi, yours is so big," she's never seen a T-dick before and her tone is of raw delight. No way she would imagine a clit could look like that. Whole other realm of possibilities is flashing before her eyes. She wants to bite him-
Marina will settle for licking. Mercifully. She presses her tongue direct to Tyler's T-dick and gives a long lap with a hum. Just a taste, before a bat of big eyelashes up his way and a swipe across her lips to wet them, "Mmmnnh, that's so manly, hee hee! That must feel good, huh?"
Her mouth is back against him to ask, rubbing her lips and tongue along the head and hood. She wants Tyler to just squirm and moan for her like she's his one, true goddess. So much for her not being overwhelming towards him, whoops...
Two words smashed into one, exhaled heavily and all wrapped up in a needy little moan. Oh. Fuck. It would feel incredible if it was just the sensation alone, the wet heat of her tongue bathing his hard t-dick in attention in a way nobody ever has before. But it's the thrill in her expression and the promise of simplicity that really works into his awareness. The beauty of something that had been such a source of concern... vanished.
"Feelsgoodyeah," he says on his next breath out as his hands press against the bench, fingernails digging in as though he just needs a little sensation to balance out the intense pleasure. The affirming words of encouragement don't go amiss either.
His clit throbs and it feels so good with the way it aches. Her mouth so welcome against him that if he was a slightly different man he might cry from how great it feels. If Marina wants him to squirm, she's already most of the way there.
Oh, those reactions from him are truly priceless. Marina smirks so devious to continue, wanting to get him all the way to squirming. No half measures from her!
Her mouth is quick to work against him. Her tongue rubs and flicks in place. Her lips press down harder, forming a tight seal to suck on his clit. Marina gives a light bob of her head back and forth, greatly enjoying for herself the size of his T-dick. Just enough to really make a display of sucking him off. Such fun that way.
Not that she should ignore the rest of his pussy. Marina moves fingers in a V shape to fall beneath the doting attention of her mouth. No pressing inside of him, not without express permission, but she drags along his outer lips, feeling up the warm and wet skin between folds. Tyler's burning hot beneath her touch and she's trying to stay tuned in to if he's giving her any instruction or... just writhing from the pleasures she tosses his way. Her own arousal aches beneath her skirt. She's leaned too far forward for Tyler to see how she's tented up her costume, desperately hard for him. That'll need some attention in a moment. Marina is sure she could stroke herself, too, once she gets a feel for what Tyler enjoys from her. She's only so selfless a partner for so long, really.
Writhing against her mouth, Tyler's inexperience could be the driving factor behind the way his fingers wrap around the habit adorning her head. If he had full access to her hair, his fingers would have looped between strands instead. With Marina blowing him so well and this being one of the few times anybody else has gotten anywhere close to his clit, it's hardly going to take long to push him over the edge.
Though it won't be difficult for her to feel the way he's rocking his hips into her face, his pussy meeting her lips in rhythmic thrusts as his pleasure builds. Her fingers framing the way his t-dick pokes out to greet her sends shivers up his spine, skin nothing but goose flesh as he rests the back of his skull back against the backboard. He's not handing her the reins completely, even with his inexperience, especially with the way his hands rest against her head.
"Your mouth feels awesome," he groans and somehow it's the loudest whisper, as though amplified in the confessional. It feels awesome enough that it's not just her saliva that's getting him wetter, the way her fingers keep brushing past a hole he hasn't really played with before are making him curious.
Tyler reaches out for her hair and the habit wouldn't be difficult for him to slip off of her. It isn't like she actually feels precious about it! Just for show. If Tyler would prefer to pat her dark, fluffy hair beneath it, or even grab a pigtail of hers, Marina isn't going to mind. That just sort of fits the vibe of what they're doing; a messy, passionate fuck in a place people should be confessing their sins. Instead, they're here doing the sinning. It really couldn't feel better.
When he rocks his hips up against her, Marina will fall in line with what sort of grinding rhythm Tyler sets. The act is a push and pull of desires, so Marina can loosen her own reigns of taken initiative to give him more room for control. She's definitely getting the feel for being a more considerate lover and not just a selfish dom-type. Which is her first instinct to be! Though.... not necessarily what Marina is finding she likes most. An equal match is much more satisfying.
She can't much speak back, not without parting from his pussy, and she won't be doing that. Marina instead moans against him, smirking to do so. All as her lips and tongue and fingers continue to work Tyler towards getting off.
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He notices all the other discrepancies rapidly after she winks at him, punctuated by the dark mark shaped like a Club.
Right, this is a ruse. A... very arousing one.
With one glance back at the slot machine's very sexual suggestion, he exhales sharply and seems to surrender. There's still a weirdly arousing vibe to getting nasty with a nun in a confessional, even if none of the scenario is genuine. Tyler has a great imagination and for now can suspend his need to dig down into why it feels so arousing.
"After you," he eventually says, gesturing with a hand to invite her to step in first.
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"I must insist you go first," said as they approach an open confessional and there's definitely just enough room for someone to sit and someone to be on their knees (in prayer... of course.......) in front of them.
Marina will angle Tyler to be the one sitting, if not really push him along for it. She's open to negotiations, but definitely has a preference she's not afraid to voice.
"Will you confess your name to me, handsome sinner?"
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So he's pliant as he takes a seat on the stool, legs parted just out of natural preference to be casually seated as always without being obnoxious enough to manspread. He looks up at her briefly through dark lashes, mouth loosened by her charm and lips damp with attention from his tongue.
"Tyler." Not his first or second name in his 22 years, but the one that's become his over the course of the last few years. He eyes the outside world for a moment from the confessional and then slides his gaze back to the faux nun with a small grin.
"If I ask you yours, is it gonna start with 'Sister'?"
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"Hahaa... Ew," Marina giggles, cheerfully dismissing that idea. She closes and flicks the little lock to shut them into the space together. Not at all one for public fooling around, but she is fine with this semi-public, scarcely hidden thing. That's very thrilling, actually.
Not wasting time, when Tyler sits onto the bench at the back of the small box, Marina is quick to crawl forwards onto his lap. She seats herself on his thighs, straddling him. This fully reveals the waist high slits up each side of the costume dress, allowing Marina's long legs to be exposed as they wrap around him. Mostly bare legs that are softly smooth, the young woman wearing mid-calf socks pulled up all the way.
"Just Marina will do, o handsome sinner," she coos once she's made herself quite comfortable on top of him.
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"Sure, 'Just Marina' it is," he says, joke mildly ruined just from his delivery being so thick with his arousal. He's trying not to surrender to his lungs' demand for a sharp breath in, but it's difficult to try keep himself in check across the board with a beautiful woman taking up residence in his lap.
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"Bit of a mouthful for you to cry out in pleasure," she jokes along, "feel free to shorten it to some... to Just."
Har har!
She wraps both her arms around Tyler's shoulders and splayed fingers tickle up the back of his neck. She cards through his hairline with elegant fingers, soft as her legs, if he cares to reach out for them. Tyler might have noticed, now that it's not so much an act, that Marina has a very thick, interesting accent. Partway Italian and partway Eastern European. Everything is just a bit off where she's from- Europa- but the influence comes through the instant translation all the same. Grants her voice and dark tone of speaking some added flavor.
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"Where are you from?" He asks as her accent catches his ear, the light conversation a precursor to something far heavier like the arousal in his veins. It pumps hard through his body, making him feel alive and very present within himself. It's a fun feeling, one that he's getting comfortable with seeking out.
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She just never intended to stick with it. Certainly not enough to earn this kind of attire. So, it's fun to make a mess of it.
"Heard of the Vatican City in Europa, o handsome sinner?" Just a little bit off from what Tyler might have a frame of reference on, but close enough to grasp.
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It's vaguely confusing as to whether she's actually got ties to religion or not, but his brain shortcircuits into not really caring since she's taken up residence on his lap. Later he might consider what he knows and ask her actual position on organized religion.
For now, his eyes move between them, catching on the expanse of her legs briefly and hovering newly moved fingertips at the outside of her thigh. Feeling brave, he rests his warm hand against the soft skin of her leg and squeezes lightly.
"Come here often?"
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Wait, focus up, she's on top of a man. No getting distracted with her curiosity!!
"Define here," Marina pries, giving a receptive wiggle of her thighs and hips into him, glad Tyler is feeling bold enough to grab her. She likes it, "the casino, the confessional, or the hot guy's lap?"
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"Uhm, also... I don't have a dick."
That part comes out in a real rush, the kind that might be easily confused for embarrassment. He's definitely not ashamed about being trans, but he is wary. Maybe that vigilance is easy to read in his expression that seems to be laser focused on Marina for her reaction.
"I'm a trans man, so... I have a pussy."
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Tyler is looking at her very focused. She looks right back at him that same way. She's told plenty of people about herself in more or less rushed ways, but only since arriving at the hotel. Never back home. The look she has for him definitely isn't a look of scrutiny or judgement. Understanding, really, though that's probably difficult for him to read on her.
Takes a moment to really click. Marina hasn't met anybody like her in this way. Marina doesn't even know the word trans, it wasn't in the vocabulary of her world and time period. Sure, she always presumed others like her must exist, but people didn't talk about it. Not in her whole life has she met another trans person and known that about them, at least. There's a sudden washing over of her to really, truly find out she's not alone.
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Marina's expression shifts around to just pure delight. Her hands pull forward and grasp into Tyler's clothing to anchor herself. With a near childish excitement, she bounces up and down on his lap, giddy-
"Oh! Oh!!" as abruptly as Tyler had, but more alight with rapid ignition enthusiasm, Marina blurts out loudly, "I'm a woman, I do have a dick!"
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His hands both reach to grip around her waist, supportive in their framing of her body as she enthusiastically rides his lap like they're already deep in fucking territory. There's a spike of deeply wholesome excitement that rears its head amongst the mess of his arousal and this bizarre setting for his freshly anointed career in sex and all things sex-adjacent.
"You do? That's awesome..?! It's really cool there's other trans people here. I've never met anybody like me before in person until I got here. Didn't realize I needed that..." 'as much as I do' is silent but not all too hard to guess at considering his general sentiment. The guardedness he feels around so many others is evaporating into the ether from how deeply connected he feels just by way of community.
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"You're the first one I've met! Ever! Oh! Is trans the word you use? We don't even have a word, back in Europa-" her hands pull up to cup Tyler's jaw on each side, running her thumbs over his scruffy chin, "-do you use magic? Are you also a Changeling Soul-?"
Tyler immediately getting asked his supernatural affinity and horoscope. These are the important questions. The fact Marina is an occultist promptly takes all priority in what she wants to ask him.
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It's mostly Marina's follow up questions that pull him back to rails he momentarily falls off of, the words not really making a lot of sense to a guy who's from a world without magic, as far as he knows. What he can do with Alyson doesn't really feel like magic, just is the nature of being a twin.
"A... what? What's a Changeling Soul?" So... probably not, all things considered. This whole situation is turning more bizarre than he could have guessed.
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Still, she rallies, emboldening herself to speak to him softer and more level.
"It doesn't matter!" A bit astonished still, "I'm so happy to meet you, Tyler, let's be friends." So funny of her to be at this point in a hook up and declare them friends, but that's Marina. She meets someone she likes these days and doesn't want to let them go. Party up!
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Not that he isn't completely charmed by her, even if he's curious to know what the enthusiasm is covering up. There must be something. Nobody's just like this for no reason.
He voices none of that, preferring to focus on what he can genuinely say without it being a bare faced lie.
"Happy to meet you too. Kinda crazy to think we just... met each other like this. Probably wouldn't have said anything if we weren't about to uhm. Y'know."
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"Oh, y'know, hee hee," she echoes with a giggle. Marina leans in to nose at him, running hers along his with a bump and nuzzle of their foreheads together. Her lips are very close to Tyler's, he can feel the fog of her breath against him when she palyfully commands, "kiss me, handsome sinner,"
What else are friends for?
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At least he's pretty sure he's not a terrible kisser. He's done that before and plenty of it. In fact, almost exclusively that before he arrived here. He tilts his chin and angles his mouth so it slots against Marina's perfectly. He doesn't know if he's managed to hit any of those beauty marks she's got but his mouth opens for her and he slides his tongue boldly forward to taste her.
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All while she slides in closer to Tyler's groin. Her excitement to better understand him didn't exactly translate to arousal, but the flirtation beforehand had started to work her up. Marina sways her hips into his, letting Tyler feel the bulge of her panties beneath her pious costume. She thinks the disconnect there is very fun, having just no respect for her own attire about now. The wrongness is the appeal, Marina also loves that.
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Regardless, he appreciates and can interpret that she's giving him the time and space to lean into this in a way that doesn't feel too much. Grateful for that leeway, he uses both hands to scoop her by the ass further up his lap. Beneath his pants and boxers he's aching for her and rather than find some excuse not to follow through with this, he can't imagine feeling more safe right now than with a fellow trans person.
"Never realized it was on my bucket list to uhm... get horny with a 'nun'".
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"Hee hee, I'll have you know it's not that much of an act," which makes it more fun and wrong, "I just left the Church behind, studied there a long time,"
So, not a nun proper, but Marina can definitely tick off the naughty, pseudo-catholic schoolgirl fantasy.
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Thanks, testosterone.
His hands do find the gaps in fabric and invite themselves in, warm fingertips disappearing beneath the slit in the costume and grasping gently at her thighs. In unison they slide up to her ass again, sliding beneath the lacy panties to keep skin on skin contact.
"Guess we're not studying church stuff now," he murmurs, eyes briefly dipping to her mouth again before he leans in to another kiss.
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"Oh, I do want to study with you," said with nothing but heat, so Tyler can guess the study would be something far more lustful than typically allowed for a church girl.
"We have a task to accomplish, after all," as she'd always intended when dragging him away from the slot machines. A bite to her lower lip, wet from his mouth, before she asks explicitly, "how does my head between your legs sound, handsome sinner?"
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"Yeah," he breathes out with pupils blown wide and lips equally damp with evidence of their kisses. Not that he seems to be relinquishing his hold and even though they've had clear instructions on what's expected here and now, he's reluctant to let her off of his lap.
"Studying for an O, though... not an A."
...t e r r i b l e dirty talk, but that just means he has a big potential to improve, right? At least he's layered in a few different levels of what that could mean.
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"Let's see if you can muster up jokes when I've got you moaning," a fun challenge, she thinks! Marina pulls herself back from Tyler after one more languid kiss to his lips. Shifting down, she rests on her knees in front of him. No resisting her own joke, she puts her hands together in prayers, mockishly reciting,
"O lord, grant us both a bounty of pleasure and shopping money, amen," her hands part and move to Tyler's pants to unbutton them!
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As far as he's concerned, what happens next is exhilarating and terrifying and he holds it all inside as he helps her slide his trousers down and off once they're unbuttoned.
Considering he's had plenty of experience of his T-dick rubbing against the inside of his pants the more it's grown, he doubts he'll ever be in a position to go commando. So his boxers are still keeping Marina from her prize and Tyler, for his part, can't help the hint of pink in his cheeks again.
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That's so curious to her! Fingers grope and feel out his T-dick within his boxers, Marina giving him such a thrilled look. Not like she's aware of the effects hormones can have on the body, not being from a time or place they're available. Modern medicine does just look like magic to her. She presumes this is something he's been blessed with, somehow.
"Oh, what do you have here?" a rub of her thumb, boxer fabric dragged along with the touch, to the notable length Tyler has to his hardened clit, "Can I see? Or do I need to show you mine, first?"
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"Ah fuck," he groans as her fingers trail the length of his hard clit, expression shifting almost immediately into distracted pleasure. It's like her touch has a voltage, the twitch of excitement at the physical attention something he immediately wants to chase. His thumbs are tucking into his boxers and starting to pull them down over his hipbones before she's even finished her question.
"You can see it... and if you want to show me yours I'm not gonna say no..."
It takes a bit of shifting, but eventually his boxers are falling down his thighs and pooling at his ankles leaving him bare from the waist down, clearly hard for her. He's trying his best not to look like he's trying to understand her reaction as though his life depends on it, but he's not doing that well.
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Marina is so pleased she's just not thinking that hard. Head empty. Only desire and the urge to tease him with compliments.
"Hoooi, yours is so big," she's never seen a T-dick before and her tone is of raw delight. No way she would imagine a clit could look like that. Whole other realm of possibilities is flashing before her eyes. She wants to bite him-
Marina will settle for licking. Mercifully. She presses her tongue direct to Tyler's T-dick and gives a long lap with a hum. Just a taste, before a bat of big eyelashes up his way and a swipe across her lips to wet them, "Mmmnnh, that's so manly, hee hee! That must feel good, huh?"
Her mouth is back against him to ask, rubbing her lips and tongue along the head and hood. She wants Tyler to just squirm and moan for her like she's his one, true goddess. So much for her not being overwhelming towards him, whoops...
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Two words smashed into one, exhaled heavily and all wrapped up in a needy little moan. Oh. Fuck. It would feel incredible if it was just the sensation alone, the wet heat of her tongue bathing his hard t-dick in attention in a way nobody ever has before. But it's the thrill in her expression and the promise of simplicity that really works into his awareness. The beauty of something that had been such a source of concern... vanished.
"Feelsgoodyeah," he says on his next breath out as his hands press against the bench, fingernails digging in as though he just needs a little sensation to balance out the intense pleasure. The affirming words of encouragement don't go amiss either.
His clit throbs and it feels so good with the way it aches. Her mouth so welcome against him that if he was a slightly different man he might cry from how great it feels. If Marina wants him to squirm, she's already most of the way there.
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Her mouth is quick to work against him. Her tongue rubs and flicks in place. Her lips press down harder, forming a tight seal to suck on his clit. Marina gives a light bob of her head back and forth, greatly enjoying for herself the size of his T-dick. Just enough to really make a display of sucking him off. Such fun that way.
Not that she should ignore the rest of his pussy. Marina moves fingers in a V shape to fall beneath the doting attention of her mouth. No pressing inside of him, not without express permission, but she drags along his outer lips, feeling up the warm and wet skin between folds. Tyler's burning hot beneath her touch and she's trying to stay tuned in to if he's giving her any instruction or... just writhing from the pleasures she tosses his way. Her own arousal aches beneath her skirt. She's leaned too far forward for Tyler to see how she's tented up her costume, desperately hard for him. That'll need some attention in a moment. Marina is sure she could stroke herself, too, once she gets a feel for what Tyler enjoys from her. She's only so selfless a partner for so long, really.
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Though it won't be difficult for her to feel the way he's rocking his hips into her face, his pussy meeting her lips in rhythmic thrusts as his pleasure builds. Her fingers framing the way his t-dick pokes out to greet her sends shivers up his spine, skin nothing but goose flesh as he rests the back of his skull back against the backboard. He's not handing her the reins completely, even with his inexperience, especially with the way his hands rest against her head.
"Your mouth feels awesome," he groans and somehow it's the loudest whisper, as though amplified in the confessional. It feels awesome enough that it's not just her saliva that's getting him wetter, the way her fingers keep brushing past a hole he hasn't really played with before are making him curious.
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When he rocks his hips up against her, Marina will fall in line with what sort of grinding rhythm Tyler sets. The act is a push and pull of desires, so Marina can loosen her own reigns of taken initiative to give him more room for control. She's definitely getting the feel for being a more considerate lover and not just a selfish dom-type. Which is her first instinct to be! Though.... not necessarily what Marina is finding she likes most. An equal match is much more satisfying.
She can't much speak back, not without parting from his pussy, and she won't be doing that. Marina instead moans against him, smirking to do so. All as her lips and tongue and fingers continue to work Tyler towards getting off.