[She gets her wish not too long after; Jester's writhing against the duvet, head thrown back, gasping for breath before long, her nails scrabbling against Beau's scalp. She's so close, she can feel it, but there's something she needs, but can't name. Her voice is a rough, shaky whine:]
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Beauuuu, gods, I'm really close, I just needβ!
[Something, seven hells. Anything.]