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"Like what you see, Red?"
"Red always likes seeing Frostleaf. But-"
"Shhhhh, just relax. Do what I do."
Frostleaf smiled and leaned back, exposing more of her nude body to her girlfriend, enjoying the way Red focused on every movement she made.
A hard rule when dealing with Projekt Red is that touching is something she tries to avoid whenever possible. Touching requires proximity, and in Red's life until now proximity was nothing but a prelude to violence. A brief touch is allowed, provided Frostleaf gave her sufficient warning (she learned this the hard way early on, when she tried to give her a quick peck on the cheek only for Red to pull a knife on pure reflex), but prolonged contact will quickly make her uncomfortable.
Getting around this required a bit of... creativity.
Frostleaf and Red both sit in her room; Frostleaf on her bed, Red in a chair (her coat hanging off of it, instincts screaming at her if a knife isn't in arms reach at all times). Even if touching isn't allowed, that doesn't mean they can't watch each other.
The Vulpo started off, bringing a hand to one breast and slowly rubbing her nipple. Red watched closely, pointed ears twitching at each sigh Frostleaf gives off. She cautiously tried to copy Frostleaf's movements, only to flinch and draw away as soon as she grazed her nipple, staring at her hand as if it had suddenly become a branding iron.
"Are you okay, Red?" Frostleaf sat back up, looking at Red with concern. "If you aren't comfortable, we could always stop for now."
"No! No." Red shot up straight, nearly leaping from her chair entirely, before meeting Frostleaf's eyes. "Red... wants this. Wants to be with Frostleaf. Red is just... not used to... touching Red."
"Alright, we can take our time. Don't try to push yourself."
They continued like this for several minutes; Frostleaf running her hands across her body to give Red something to look at, while Red gritted her teeth as she tried to follow along and adjust to the foreign sensations, a lifetime spent treating herself solely as a hunter and not a person causing even the lightest touch to overwhelm her.
Frostleaf started to pant, needing more after putting on a show for her girlfriend.
"H-hey, Red." Yellow eyes instantly pulled away from the rest of Frostleaf's body. "Watch closely, okay?"
Hands making their way to her member, Frostleaf's breath hitched as she ran a thumb over the tip, Red's gaze making each touch feel so much sharper. She wrapped a hand around her dick, lazily stroking herself off.
Red was enraptured as the Vulpo spread her legs to show off as much as possible, as she hooked a finger around the base of her knot, as she tilted her head back and softly squealed as she came. The room filled with a new scent as cum spilled across the bed, completely unknown to Red yet somehow unequivocally Frostleaf.
“Did you enjoy the show?”
Red jumped at the sound of Frostleaf’s voice, too focused on the last drops of white slowly sliding down the Vulpo’s shaft. She tried to speak, but found her voice had failed her.
“That’s fine, you don’t have to force it. But...” Frostleaf giggled as she stretched out on the bed. “You can try it yourself, if you want.”
That got Red to finally tear her gaze from Frostleaf, looking down at her own painfully hard dick. She shivered nervously. She could barely touch her breasts without flinching, and for her to do even more than that?
But when she thought of Frostleaf, of the way all the tension seemed to just drain out of her body when she came...
Red slowly began to experiment with touching her dick. Pumping its full length, running a finger along it, focusing on the tip, wrapping her hand around her steadily swelling knot. Each time, she's only able to endure a few moments before she’s forced to pull away. Each time, her breathing gets a bit more erratic as she unwillingly edges herself. Her eyes were wide as she stared at Frostleaf, as if she'd finally be able to push through if she was able to empty her head of everything that wasn't the Vulpo across from her.
Eventually, Red stopped completely, lowering her gaze. She shifted her hands to grip the chair as she stared at her cock, twitching and dripping pre, in a mixture of frustration and self-loathing.
"Do you..." Red flinched as Frostleaf speaks up, already knowing what she's going to ask, "want me to help you?"
A minute passes in silence. Red opened her mouth, only to catch herself before she can get a word out. Two minutes. Three. Finally-
"...please."
Frostleaf got up from the bed and crossed the room, before crouching down in front of Red.
"If you want me to stop, just say the word."
She gently laid a hand on Red's thigh, watching carefully as yellow eyes screwed shut and Red's entire body tensed at the contact. The Vulpo waited as Red slowly relaxed, ingrained instincts pushed down through sheer burning need.
Finally, finally, Frostleaf puts a hand on Red's cock, forcing a needy whine from Red as she starts to stroke it.
"Damn, you must really be at your limit, huh?" Frostleaf spoke softly as Red jerked erratically, torn between wanting to pull away and wanting to thrust into Frostleaf's grip. "Do you want more?"
Red simply growled in place of an answer, no longer able to put words together.
"Alright, alright. Let me just..." Frostleaf wrapped her other hand around Red's knot, giving it a gentle squeeze and-
"Ah!"
Red howled as she came, bucking into Frostleaf's hands. Frostleaf barely reacted, instead slowly pumping Red's cock as her girlfriend went through her first orgasm. Eventually Red went slack, eyes drifting shut as she tried to catch her breath.
Slowly, Red opened her eyes. She looked down at Frostleaf, face marked by a few errant shots of her cum but still smiling up at her.
“Well, was it good?”
The Lupo raised an unsteady hand, and hesitantly placed it on Frostleaf’s head, gently rubbing her ears.
“...yes.”