(11) Exploration (Lewd)

Star quietly hummed as she stepped through the doorway of the Diaz household, performing a balancing act as she struggled with an array of bags from various clothing boutiques that jostled against the door frame. Behind her, Jackie followed with two small bags in one hand, snickering at her friend's swear as she knocked her hip against the doorknob in her fidgeting. Marco looked up from his spot on the couch and hopped over the back, taking hold of some of Star's bags as she finally found her balance.

"Thanks," she said with a quick peck against his lips as she set the fruits of her latest mall expedition down, the dizzying array of pastel colors leaning against each other. "I think I might need to bring a rack next time." Marco and Jackie rolled their eyes in unison.

"You could also just not grab everything that looks cute," Jackie spoke. "Half the time I see you, you're wearing the same black dress anyways."

"Figures that the girl with six of the same shirt would say that," Star casually replied with a wave of her hand. Jackie suppressed another eye roll and gave Star a quick goodbye hug before stepping out, strapping her helmet on as the door closed. Marco set her bags up on the coffee table as the girl began collating her purchases into a few bags. Marco unmuted the basketball game he'd turned to as she went, paying full attention to neither the TV or Star as she went.

"What's that?" he asked, pointing to a rather plain white plastic bag, devoid of any logo. "Is that your new weird indie brand?"

"Oh, that's nothing!" she spat out quickly. Marco raised one brow and grabbed the bag off the table just before her hand could reach it. "Hey!"

"Well now I'm just curious after that kind of reaction," he nonchalantly droned as he pulled the bag away, his other brow rising in inquiry.

"A weight scale? Why did you buy this?"
he asked. "You're definitely not fat or anything." Star glowered at him for a second before letting out a tight breath.

"That's not the problem," she began. "It's... well, I don't really put on weight anywhere but my tail, and I don't want to have to get my clothes re-tailored." Marco silently nodded as he put the scale down on the floor.

"So your tail's getting fat?" he teased, punctuating his sentence as he reached out and pinched the end with two fingers. Star let out a small noise as she felt a tingle run up into her tailbone.

"H-Hey! It's not funny!" she protested, even as her face reddened. Marco laughed at her soured expression and hooked her around the waist with one arm, pulling her down onto the couch with a yelp. She squirmed for a bit at his continued touch before relaxing, letting herself sink against him with a sigh as the addictive heat of his hoodie began to flow into her. "You're lucky you're a good pillow."

"Oh come on, it's a joke. Besides, your tail being a bit thicker isn't the worst thing in the world," he replied. "It's even a little softer, too!"

Star's reply was abruptly cut off by a strangled noise as he grabbed her tail with his entire hand, her nerves engulfed with what felt like a muted fire at the contact. His digits sunk into the tender flesh, and she bit back a moan as her skin drank in the feeling.

"What's wrong?" he asked with a slight tinge of worry. Star looked up at his troubled expression. "Did that hurt?"

"No, it wasn't painful, but... intense," she said after a pause, picking her words carefully. "I've never felt like that from just a light grab."

"Don't tell me the fat makes it more sensitive," he deadpanned. Star giggled and pressed herself against him. He was always cute when he was blunt.

"That's the other big reason," she spoke. "I had this problem once before, and it made any kind of pain really uncomfortable." Marco quizzically reached out and took her tail in his hand again, running his palm along the length, and Star shivered against him.

"Huh. That kinda sucks. This thing is really fun to play with," he replied. Star scoffed and slapped him weakly. "Whatever, I guess. You wanna watch something? I recorded that new Arcana film you were interested in." Star nodded and reached under the coffee table, pulling out the giant comforter they'd taken a liking to for couch time, and threw it over them.

"Go ahead."

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Twenty minutes later, after an exceedingly lazy exposition dump at the start of the film, the two teenagers finally settled into an embrace as the film began to pick up. Star let out a contented sigh as her body greedily took in as much of Marco's heat as it could, the bundled layers of comforter above them forming a lovely chrysalis. Marco had stripped his hoodie and shoes out of experience, and disinterestedly watched as the CGI mess in front of him droned on about four mages - something about Gatekeepers, he thought - and a pale Cthulhu expy they were fighting.

"This took a while to get going," he muttered. Star grunted in agreement and shifted her head further up on his chest. His eyes wandered back down to her tail as it peeked out from the covers, and he smiled as he mischievously reached downwards, slowly inching towards the appendage. Star gasped as she felt his fingers snake around and squeeze down, and muddled a moan as she looked up at him. She turned herself around and let the comforter fall to the side, and her eyes widened as he took ahold of her by the waist and pulled her into his lap.

"M-Marco?" she managed to squeak out before he kissed her, arms winding around her abdomen as he pressed her close to him. She leaned into him and mewled softly, her tongue meeting his shyly, gasping into his mouth as her tail was in his hands again. Her face reddened at this sudden advance, even as she moaned into the kiss at his fingers sliding down to the base and coiling around the flesh.

"What's with you and my tail tonight?" she inquired as they pulled away for breath. "I mean... not that I'm complaining about this. You usually don't get this proactive about cuddling." Marco giggled at her embarrassed look as she idly twirled a strand of her silver hair between her fingers. Her next sentence was abruptly cut off by a loud, sharp moan as his palms squeezed down into her tailbone, cupping both her pert rear and her tail, the rest of her shaking.

"You're just really cute when you're embarrassed," he replied, his calm complexion a feeble lie as he felt his pants tightening quickly as her squirming pressed her against him. Her ragged breath filled one ear with soft pants and moans as he moved one hand upward to play with both halves of her tail, the limb flicking and turning against his ministrations, greedily searching for more pressure. He felt her grind into his thigh, hot, soft flesh rubbing through layers of thin cotton, moist with need, and he paused, his face finally cracking into the look of nervousness Star was used to seeing. She pulled herself from his shoulder to look him in the eyes again as his hands slowed to a stop.

"You're... okay with this, right?" he asked, his own cheeks turning crimson as Star smiled softly at him.

"Remember what I said last week?" she replied. Marco gulped and nodded as vivid memories of their hands exploring each other fully filled the forefront of his mind. Star giggled at his all too familiar embarrassment before she kissed him again. "Thank you for asking, though. You're really too sweet sometimes." Her flushed face curled into a blissful smile as his hands snaked back to her sides, slowly traveling up to her dress zipper, holding back another laugh at the burning red his ears had turned.

"The one time I try to be proactive," he muttered as he pulled the nickel tab down, Star snickering as her back was exposed to the cool air.

"I guess we both have our shy moments," she softly crooned as she led one of his hands to her chest, sighing as he eagerly pressed his palm into the small, soft mound. His hesitance was annoying sometimes, but she could ever be mad at him for it, especially with how cute he was when flustered. She bucked her hips low and let herself grind against his leg, a bolt of raw sensation traveling up her spine as his other hand looped around to her back and massaged the tender sinew of her wings. Her own fingers slipped down between them and under the waistline of his pants to find his erection throbbing, and blushed at the heat bleeding through. "Oh my."

"S-Star," Marco sputtered out as his thoughts scattered at the contact, his hips convulsing. Star hooked her thumbs into his waistline and rose up off of him slightly, pulling down the fabric to reveal him.

"That looks... painful," she whispered, her eyes transfixed upon his sex as her hand slowly traveled up and down. Marco threw his head back as Star slid down his body to get a better look, her legs resting on the floor as she came to eye level with him. Her hand gripped him tighter, and a single clear head came forth from the tip, running down onto her index finger as her blush burned her face. Her free fingers found her own sex and pressed in as her hot breath came heavy, rubbing quickly as Marco's moan filled her ears.

"H-Harder," he said, his strained voice cracking as his balled fists gripped the couch cushions for dear life. Star's hand impatiently pulled down her panties as she let go of him and pushed him down across the couch, climbing back up to rest beside him, her bra pulled up as she wordlessly resumed stroking. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth in the wake of the heat that seemed to consume her thoughts, and she grabbed his hand and led it to her labia, Marco immediately responding with a heavy pant as his fingertips pushed and moved around. A single, slightly calloused finger pressed in, and Star bit her lip as it slipped inside her, wriggling back and forth.

Marco could barely recognize what was going on past the haze of lust in his head, but he spat out a quick warning before he released with a spurt, Star gasping and rocking against him as she saw a small jet of fluid shoot out onto her hand. She followed right after as his thumb pressed down on her clit, and the coil in her lower abdomen snapped. She buried a scream in Marco's lips as she shook violently, riding her orgasm out in jagged bursts. The two slumped against each other as they brought their hands up.

"You really let out a lot," Star quietly said as she turned her coated hand, her face bright red as Marco handed her a tissue from the end table. Muttering a word of thanks as she cleaned herself up, she joined Marco in propping herself up against the armrest, her head planted on his chest as she heard his heartbeat begin to slow.

"You are really something else," Marco sighed, idly playing with her hair. "Can we keep this thicker tail around? Seems like it could be fun."

"Do you want to pay to have my underwear re-hemmed?" Star replied as she rolled her eyes. Marco gave a mild grunt in disapproval, and she laughed before the two of them pressed themselves closer, basking in the intimacy of silent love, exhausted after their joint climax.

They promptly shot up as a loud explosion sound came from the film they had ignored, Star angrily grabbing her wand off the end table and blasting the television apart with a word and a flash of magic. Marco shrieked and brought his hands up to shield himself before he realized that, no, he was not being attacked. He found himself pushed back onto the couch as Star laid back down on top of him in the same position as before.

"Stupid Earth machines," she muttered. Marco let out a loud laugh and wrapped an arm around her.

"You know you're gonna have to fix that, right? You're lucky Mom and Dad are visiting family right now."

"Pillow now, repairs later," she quipped as she pulled the oversized comforter over the two of them. Marco let it go with a shrug as he relaxed against the armrest.

"...Hey, Marco?"

He looked down to see Star's blushing face.

"I love you."

"I love you too," he said with a smile as he squeezed her softly. He still wasn't entirely comfortable with using such strong terms, but she was too cute to deny sometimes. He could save that talk for later, when she wasn't naked and cuddling him.

He gulped as the realization of her state caused a response in other parts of him. Star's eyes widened as she felt it press into her abdomen, and she looked up at him.

"What was that about not being proactive?" she said with a cheeky grin.

"S-Shut up."