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Sucrose is always nervous. That’s a fact — she’s always stammering or scurrying away from any manner of social interaction. But of course, there’s an exception to every rule in reality.
Who knew that Sucrose would be most confident during sex? Albedo certainly didn’t; which is why he’s surprised to be pinned to the mattress on his back. Sucrose straddles him with a focused expression, but it’s not the one reserved for her experiments — this one is paired with parted lips and flushed cheeks.
Albedo is startled enough by the sudden change that he can’t stifle a cry as she sinks down onto his cock. She’s surprisingly wet — he thought there would have to be foreplay before this, but it seems she’s been waiting for this moment.
Albedo tries to sit up, but Sucrose pushes him back down with surprising strength. “Don’t move!” she says firmly. “I’ll do it.”
Before Albedo can argue that it takes two to tango, she rolls her hips once, twice, three times before finding a steady rhythm. With every undulation of her hips, Albedo can see Sucrose get more and more confident, and he finds that he likes this side of her quite a bit.
Sucrose has surprising stamina to the point that Albedo wonders if she’ll outlast him. He opens his mouth to speak, but a moan comes out instead. Sucrose gives one of her own.
When Albedo feels that he’s getting close, he warns her, but Sucrose shakes her head. “I want you to come in me,” she states. “I want you to breed me.” Her tone is as rational as when she reads experiment results, and Albedo can’t help but chuckle a bit.
“Alright,” he says between moans. “I can do that. Can you?”
Sucrose nods right as they both come in unison.