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icarusalsoflew) wrote2013-12-24 01:52 pm
icarusalsoflew) wrote2013-12-24 01:52 pm
003. and in every raindrop... // open post.
Take a prompt, take some time, drop in as you like. If you're from Eudio, though, mosey on down here.
Take a prompt, take some time, drop in as you like. If you're from Eudio, though, mosey on down here.
[ There's a murmur muffled against that pillow now. You'll also feel the way his torso shifts beneath your touch so much that you get the nicest view of how tightly he's gripping that pillow, those sheets.
It's a tell as large as a billboard if there ever was one, but you're free to press what exactly he mumbled into the fabric he's used to hide his face in. ]
It's a tell as large as a billboard if there ever was one, but you're free to press what exactly he mumbled into the fabric he's used to hide his face in. ]
I love you too.
[ In a way, that's a gross understatement. Everything about you makes his heart hum, but it's the little things that always end up undoing him. Take, for example, the texture of your thumb, the barest tease of it close to the back of his finger; it's soft and alive, in contrast to the perpetually cooler and sturdier metal of the promise ring you have given him. Consider, as well, the way your arm fits almost impeccably around his waist, as if it has always belonged there. Then there is the warmth of your breath, the unique register of your voice against every other sound in the room, your smell (sunbaked sand, sunlight, brine, the sea).
He sinks down to fit himself perfectly against the curves of your body, and there's a hiss of breath from this one the moment he feels the heat of your crotch close to his own. You might have caught, as well, the slight shiver beneath his skin the moment your fingers wrapped around the back of his neck. You're not the only one who needs this.
He doesn't say anything else because he doesn't have to. What he does, instead, is pitch forward, hungrily seeking out your lips, hands reaching for your face. If you open your mouth to his, he's immediately going to respond with his tongue attempting to coax yours out to play. ]
[ In a way, that's a gross understatement. Everything about you makes his heart hum, but it's the little things that always end up undoing him. Take, for example, the texture of your thumb, the barest tease of it close to the back of his finger; it's soft and alive, in contrast to the perpetually cooler and sturdier metal of the promise ring you have given him. Consider, as well, the way your arm fits almost impeccably around his waist, as if it has always belonged there. Then there is the warmth of your breath, the unique register of your voice against every other sound in the room, your smell (sunbaked sand, sunlight, brine, the sea).
He sinks down to fit himself perfectly against the curves of your body, and there's a hiss of breath from this one the moment he feels the heat of your crotch close to his own. You might have caught, as well, the slight shiver beneath his skin the moment your fingers wrapped around the back of his neck. You're not the only one who needs this.
He doesn't say anything else because he doesn't have to. What he does, instead, is pitch forward, hungrily seeking out your lips, hands reaching for your face. If you open your mouth to his, he's immediately going to respond with his tongue attempting to coax yours out to play. ]
[ A thoughtful hum, deep in his throat. His fingers, still kneading gently at the skin of your neck. ]
What was that? You'd like me to get off of you so that you can start your day right?
[ He's teasing you, of course. It's tempered with that gentle undercurrent of tell me everything, I won't ever think less of you, I love you. ]
What was that? You'd like me to get off of you so that you can start your day right?
[ He's teasing you, of course. It's tempered with that gentle undercurrent of tell me everything, I won't ever think less of you, I love you. ]
[ And he's arching up into your touch, turning his face back towards you so that his cheek is resting against that pillow. ]
Stay, please. [ Give him a bit to take a breath and reach backwards to caress your thigh with his fingers. ] I want you again.
[ Once upon a time he would have been a touched embarrassed to voice it, but recent events have had either of you baring your souls to each other; and as strange a concept as it might be to others, there's a comfort in knowing that you could shatter him with very little effort but choose not to. He's seen you fight, seen you take things apart if it so suited you and your cause, but he knows, deep in his bones that you'd never do that to him unless it was to his ( and your ) benefit.
There is a terrifying sense of security in knowing that you can put yourself in someone else's hands and know that they'll do right by you. ]
Stay, please. [ Give him a bit to take a breath and reach backwards to caress your thigh with his fingers. ] I want you again.
[ Once upon a time he would have been a touched embarrassed to voice it, but recent events have had either of you baring your souls to each other; and as strange a concept as it might be to others, there's a comfort in knowing that you could shatter him with very little effort but choose not to. He's seen you fight, seen you take things apart if it so suited you and your cause, but he knows, deep in his bones that you'd never do that to him unless it was to his ( and your ) benefit.
There is a terrifying sense of security in knowing that you can put yourself in someone else's hands and know that they'll do right by you. ]
[ There is that smile of his right before your lips meet, his own parting to welcome you instinctively. You taste of flavors that bring to mind home and hearth, a fire burning through pine logs to keep the chill away, of evening and moonlight and cinnamon and apples.
His hands smooth over the fabric of your clothes, a sigh leaving him as he nudges your face upwards so he can suck at your pulse. Once this is all over, provided that Christmas hasn't come and gone in the Fifth World, he's going to hunt up a proper Christmas tree and drag you along for the holidays. You have, after all, had a hand in making his family whole again -- and he wants you to be part of that. He wants all of it, with you. ]
Have I told you lately how happy you make me?
[ A teasing nip, at the lobe of your ear, one hand snaking between your bodies and tugging your robe open so he can take you by the hilt. He's feeling you up now, thumb teasing the tip of you, the warm and callused texture of his hand stroking you up with the kind of tenderness and familiarity that'll reflect in the look he sends your way and says without words how much he craves only you. ]
His hands smooth over the fabric of your clothes, a sigh leaving him as he nudges your face upwards so he can suck at your pulse. Once this is all over, provided that Christmas hasn't come and gone in the Fifth World, he's going to hunt up a proper Christmas tree and drag you along for the holidays. You have, after all, had a hand in making his family whole again -- and he wants you to be part of that. He wants all of it, with you. ]
Have I told you lately how happy you make me?
[ A teasing nip, at the lobe of your ear, one hand snaking between your bodies and tugging your robe open so he can take you by the hilt. He's feeling you up now, thumb teasing the tip of you, the warm and callused texture of his hand stroking you up with the kind of tenderness and familiarity that'll reflect in the look he sends your way and says without words how much he craves only you. ]
[ The way he's sucking you off slows deliberately, because he's become aware of the signs that point towards you moving towards that crest. When he releases your cock for a bit, he still as well those fingers inside of you, half-withdrawn from your asshole as he folds his legs underneath him. You'll hear the sound of his fingers working to tug loose his own pants, the sigh that he breathes over your cock as he finally touches himself. And then his lips kiss the head of your dick again, the tip of his tongue teasing the slit as he lets a third finger join the other two and pushes back in so the cool metal of the engagement ring you gave him is pressed against your skin.
He picks up where he left off at that, but this time, the way he's loving you down is in a fashion that lingers, as if he were relishing the taste/shape/feel of you in his mouth and timing the way he jerks himself of in tandem.
Yes, this is deliberate. Yes, he might want to drive you more than just a little up the wall. ]
He picks up where he left off at that, but this time, the way he's loving you down is in a fashion that lingers, as if he were relishing the taste/shape/feel of you in his mouth and timing the way he jerks himself of in tandem.
Yes, this is deliberate. Yes, he might want to drive you more than just a little up the wall. ]
[ There's what he was hoping for: that look, that particular note in your voice. To keep teasing you would be a terrible thing to do, and it isn't as if he doesn't want you right now, spread around him and all over him, either.
Withdrawing his hand, pulling back, folding his legs beneath him. ]
Why don't you turn around so that I can get a look at you?
[ He does love to look at you. (He did something like this the other night too, only you were stretched out and spread out wide, wrists cuffed to the headboard, ankles cuffed to little rings on the floor, on either side of the bed. There had, as well, been a ring set right at the base of your cock. He had watched you, he had not touched you again once he had worked you up into a frenzy, not until you had started begging.) ]
Withdrawing his hand, pulling back, folding his legs beneath him. ]
Why don't you turn around so that I can get a look at you?
[ He does love to look at you. (He did something like this the other night too, only you were stretched out and spread out wide, wrists cuffed to the headboard, ankles cuffed to little rings on the floor, on either side of the bed. There had, as well, been a ring set right at the base of your cock. He had watched you, he had not touched you again once he had worked you up into a frenzy, not until you had started begging.) ]
[ And he yields to you, of course, in the way he moves exactly how you want him to move, in the shuddered gasp fleeing from his lips, the fluttering of his eyelids at your touch, the bitten back whimper, the teeth worrying at his bottom lip once you have him in your hand. When he manages to look back at you, you'll be able to see how you've started to replace every coherent thought he might have. You are, after all, the only thing written in his eyes now.
His hands have moved now, because his arms need to feel the solidity of your body around them, and his fingers need to grasp for purchase right at your back, close to your shoulder blades. It hasn't been all that long since the two of you last fucked, but it has, in his opinion, been long enough. ]
I think you've shown that to me often enough.
[ It is, at least, an attempt at wit, even if it's coming out a little huskier and a lot more dazed than he intends it to. ]
His hands have moved now, because his arms need to feel the solidity of your body around them, and his fingers need to grasp for purchase right at your back, close to your shoulder blades. It hasn't been all that long since the two of you last fucked, but it has, in his opinion, been long enough. ]
I think you've shown that to me often enough.
[ It is, at least, an attempt at wit, even if it's coming out a little huskier and a lot more dazed than he intends it to. ]
[ The entirety of him arches up at that, matched, simultaneously, by the way his legs finally unfold again in a bid to spread himself wider. It'll likely be a delicious contrast to the way the inner walls of his ass clench and grasp at the fingers you have pushed into him. He's crying out even louder now, and each sound that leaves his lips is strangled by pleasure and a desperate need for release.
A few heat-stained moments after, he has his cheek pressed hard against the pillows, and his hands are clenching hard enough to make his fingernails dig near-painfully into his own skin. His hips are bucking up with new found vehemence, and all of the little noises that leave his lips are pleading.
He's trying, desperately, to hang on, to not teeter over that edge. His body, however, has incredibly different inclinations from his will. ]
A few heat-stained moments after, he has his cheek pressed hard against the pillows, and his hands are clenching hard enough to make his fingernails dig near-painfully into his own skin. His hips are bucking up with new found vehemence, and all of the little noises that leave his lips are pleading.
He's trying, desperately, to hang on, to not teeter over that edge. His body, however, has incredibly different inclinations from his will. ]
Edited 2015-04-05 01:39 (UTC)
[ His grip is tightening around you just enough to make you squirm but not enough to be satisfying. There are, after all, benefits of teasing and working you up ( that's your doing, by the way ) and he hasn't quite had the opportunity to repay you for the first time you ever cut loose and fucked him so soundly ( that time after Kaz's purification of the Wings doesn't count; that was for something else altogether. )
Let him just worry at your lower lip now, free hand curling fingers right along the curve of your ass. He doesn't seem to be any hurry to strip you completely. You see, he's realized that he likes getting you all hot and bothered enough to make you beg. ]
That so? [ He's shifting beneath you deliberately, the movement of his hips sudden and rough enough to imply impatience. He's also nipping a bit more at your mouth, as if he's hungry for the whole of you and nothing will quite ever be enough. ] One more won't hurt.
Let him just worry at your lower lip now, free hand curling fingers right along the curve of your ass. He doesn't seem to be any hurry to strip you completely. You see, he's realized that he likes getting you all hot and bothered enough to make you beg. ]
That so? [ He's shifting beneath you deliberately, the movement of his hips sudden and rough enough to imply impatience. He's also nipping a bit more at your mouth, as if he's hungry for the whole of you and nothing will quite ever be enough. ] One more won't hurt.
Edited 2015-04-05 10:36 (UTC)
[ He obeys without protest, even as the motions make him tremble. It's difficult to move with a sense of grace when he's as turned on as he is.
His eyes falter from yours only a moment and then he's lifting them back to look into yours.
No words, just the unspoken cues of anticipation in the way the muscles of his stomach flex, the sudden shallow quality of his breath, and the way his tongue chases the dryness on his lips. ]
His eyes falter from yours only a moment and then he's lifting them back to look into yours.
No words, just the unspoken cues of anticipation in the way the muscles of his stomach flex, the sudden shallow quality of his breath, and the way his tongue chases the dryness on his lips. ]
[ He can feel his own cock swelling in his hand, and as the fire in his own gut builds, so does the way he's sucking you off become erratic.
There's a soft moan from him as he withdraws shakily his tongue licking his lips before he leans in to press open-mouthed kisses over your stomach. The oil he used to slick his own dick up has sunk past his skin and into his nerves and bloodstream -- and as much as he would like to wait, he can't anymore. ]
Let the rope go. [ That comes out more as a plea than anything else. ] Hold onto me.
[ His fingers have withdrawn and his palm is pressing one of your thighs open as he guides the head of his shaft to your ass. His teeth are also back at your neck as he covers your body, leaning into you for both support and contact.
Forehead to your shoulder now as he breaches you, a soft and cut off expletive leaving him because fuck, you're so tight. ]
There's a soft moan from him as he withdraws shakily his tongue licking his lips before he leans in to press open-mouthed kisses over your stomach. The oil he used to slick his own dick up has sunk past his skin and into his nerves and bloodstream -- and as much as he would like to wait, he can't anymore. ]
Let the rope go. [ That comes out more as a plea than anything else. ] Hold onto me.
[ His fingers have withdrawn and his palm is pressing one of your thighs open as he guides the head of his shaft to your ass. His teeth are also back at your neck as he covers your body, leaning into you for both support and contact.
Forehead to your shoulder now as he breaches you, a soft and cut off expletive leaving him because fuck, you're so tight. ]
[ Squirm is precisely what he does, and it's matched with a hitched breath that bleeds out into a tiny noise of discomfort. It's the sort of discomfort, though, that comes with being way too turned on for one's good.
By the time you're telling him that, he's slumping against you, trembling just a little over your body, forehead pressed against your forehead (if he could set it against the crook of your shoulder, he would), breath a little short and getting all the more ragged with each passing second.
He wants you so badly right now. All of this is just emphasizing how, because of your own respective preoccupations and the crowd, you had felt so distant and out of reach to him the entire night, even if you had been right there. Sometimes, having to keep up appearances can be so grating. ]
I really hope that involves fucking me on this couch.
[ Or on the floor. Or the bed. Or against the wall. Or... ]
By the time you're telling him that, he's slumping against you, trembling just a little over your body, forehead pressed against your forehead (if he could set it against the crook of your shoulder, he would), breath a little short and getting all the more ragged with each passing second.
He wants you so badly right now. All of this is just emphasizing how, because of your own respective preoccupations and the crowd, you had felt so distant and out of reach to him the entire night, even if you had been right there. Sometimes, having to keep up appearances can be so grating. ]
I really hope that involves fucking me on this couch.
[ Or on the floor. Or the bed. Or against the wall. Or... ]
Edited 2015-04-06 02:05 (UTC)
[ Seeing you not being able to quite look at him sends a pang of need straight to his gut so sharp that he nearly forgets to breathe.
Nearly. He'll cut loose soon enough. He'll show you, yet again, how he can let go with you. The first step in that direction involves sinking a bit more, hovering just over your body, pressing his nose close to your ear and breathing you in. ]
I like the way you smell right now. [ He's moving back to face you now, and tipping your chin up with just two of his fingers. He's also looking straight in your eyes. ] It's a mix of you and me and the beginnings of this morning.
Nearly. He'll cut loose soon enough. He'll show you, yet again, how he can let go with you. The first step in that direction involves sinking a bit more, hovering just over your body, pressing his nose close to your ear and breathing you in. ]
I like the way you smell right now. [ He's moving back to face you now, and tipping your chin up with just two of his fingers. He's also looking straight in your eyes. ] It's a mix of you and me and the beginnings of this morning.
[ Now, because of your request, one of your boy's arms is wound tight about your body, and his other hand has crawled up into your hair, fingers pressing against your scalp. His legs have also wrapped themselves around your waist, locking you in so close that it might be difficult to tell not just where either of you begin or end, but whether it's him who's shuddering, or you.
He's giving a little more with each passing second, and his lips are right against one side of your face, crying out/whining/whimpering into your ear.
Every time with you is much like the first: overwhelming and wrecking, equal parts nervous energy and crushing certainty. It never fails to leave him hotter and dizzier the further you press into him. ]
He's giving a little more with each passing second, and his lips are right against one side of your face, crying out/whining/whimpering into your ear.
Every time with you is much like the first: overwhelming and wrecking, equal parts nervous energy and crushing certainty. It never fails to leave him hotter and dizzier the further you press into him. ]
[ Each thrust he pushes into you wears at him, breaking him down into wordless breaths and kisses that falter over your lips and skin. His hands have let you go: one grasping instead at the sheet beneath you, while the other seeks purchase on that headboard. His thoughts are a mess filled with how he's seen you tonight -- skin as luminescent as moonlight, features so beautiful and deadly he would not mind in the least that you rent him to shreds if it meant that he would be like the stains on a blade that endures.
You are breathtaking to him in a way that makes him crave and need, but if the world were to strip away all that, he would love you still. Because you have his heart and you always will. ]
You are breathtaking to him in a way that makes him crave and need, but if the world were to strip away all that, he would love you still. Because you have his heart and you always will. ]
[ That's him swallowing in the hopes of getting his voice back and then parting his lips and finding that he needs a little bit more before he can actually be coherent. The sight of the way you're looking at him combined with what you've just said is a lance of lust straight to the gut. You've drawn in so close, made him so painfully aware of the way your body fits against his that when he takes in a breath, it does nothing for him except remind him how lightheaded he suddenly feels. ]
Babe... please.
[ Those are the muscles of his stomach flexing again, blood rushing all the way to his nether regions. ]
Babe... please.
[ Those are the muscles of his stomach flexing again, blood rushing all the way to his nether regions. ]
[ He's breathing you in at that, hovering his lips close and watching your face. Your eyes, love, have always been his favorite; mesmerizing and so utterly unique. The sight of them this close reminds him of your earlier exchange after Titania had offered him her gift, and how you'd hit his thoughts on the nose, even if his natural reaction had been sheepishness and the kind of embarrassment that is akin to getting caught with a hand in the proverbial cookie jar. That him touching you like this leaves you trembling in his arms only makes this whole image close to perfect.
Close, but not quite. ]
That's a given. [ Hands skimming up over the lines of your robes and nudging that fabric to bare your shoulders now. There are lines and angles to you that often remind him of the blades you use -- deadly, but ultimately beautiful because of it. ] You're tense.
[ He says that as if he weren't the cause behind it, but he touches you with the kind of weight that promises comfort. And then he's dipping his head and pressing a lingering kiss over your heart, his gaze turning up to take in the look of you again, your noses nearly touching. ]
I've a mind to give you a massage.
[ He draws you in at that, the faint hint of roughness in the way he drags your ass over where he's beginning to grow hard. Did his hips just rise a little? Why, yes they did. ]
Close, but not quite. ]
That's a given. [ Hands skimming up over the lines of your robes and nudging that fabric to bare your shoulders now. There are lines and angles to you that often remind him of the blades you use -- deadly, but ultimately beautiful because of it. ] You're tense.
[ He says that as if he weren't the cause behind it, but he touches you with the kind of weight that promises comfort. And then he's dipping his head and pressing a lingering kiss over your heart, his gaze turning up to take in the look of you again, your noses nearly touching. ]
I've a mind to give you a massage.
[ He draws you in at that, the faint hint of roughness in the way he drags your ass over where he's beginning to grow hard. Did his hips just rise a little? Why, yes they did. ]
Edited 2015-04-06 08:56 (UTC)
[ And he doesn't get any closer, not even to let you maybe kiss him. What you're getting, instead, is the soft glow of those rings in his eyes, and a crooked smile. ]
Turn around, go on your knees, and bend forward with your hands on the headboard, wrists together.
[ Everything else can wait. He'd like to fuck you several ways to Sunday all over again now. ]
Turn around, go on your knees, and bend forward with your hands on the headboard, wrists together.
[ Everything else can wait. He'd like to fuck you several ways to Sunday all over again now. ]
[ And it's when each thrust of yours starts getting harder and going deeper that his voice crests up towards a different pitch, hitting a high and desperate that he only ever gets when he's truly losing control/losing himself in you. When he tumbles off the edge of climaxing a bit afterward, he's momentarily losing all voice and sense before he truly begins to writhe beneath you. His grip also tightens to an unapologetically painful degree, with his insides clenching around you and his fingernails digging into your skin.
He's slow on the descent, and he doesn't get back down to where he was before either of you started. In fact, when he releases you, it's only because he needs to sprawl out, weak and boneless, over the sheets. He hears nothing but the thrum of his own blood in his veins and his heartbeat. He sees nothing but this place, and you. ]
He's slow on the descent, and he doesn't get back down to where he was before either of you started. In fact, when he releases you, it's only because he needs to sprawl out, weak and boneless, over the sheets. He hears nothing but the thrum of his own blood in his veins and his heartbeat. He sees nothing but this place, and you. ]
[ Did you feel the way his heart's ramming in his chest out of need for you, and how his pulse only quickened further from the way that you're close, and the way that you're touching him? Did you hear how his breath hitches, thinning out into something rather close to a whine.
You're right there with him, but you're also very, very far away. Every inch of him is starting to follow you, inasmuch as he can. Just look, for one, at how his lips quiver and stay parted, as though they thirst for yours.
And by Elaine, the way you feel beneath him. ]
You could also fuck me.
[ The "please" is in how young his voice sounds. ]
You're right there with him, but you're also very, very far away. Every inch of him is starting to follow you, inasmuch as he can. Just look, for one, at how his lips quiver and stay parted, as though they thirst for yours.
And by Elaine, the way you feel beneath him. ]
You could also fuck me.
[ The "please" is in how young his voice sounds. ]
[ Have a kiss then, because he misses your mouth just as much as you miss his and hearing you sound like that is such a goddamn turn-on.
There's something so breathtakingly beautiful about you when you're like this: needy, trembling, wholly attuned to him. You make him want more than he thought he could ever want and that only makes his desire to give you everything within his power so much greater.
He's smiling against your mouth as he draws your hands to his chest to settle your fingers over the clasps of his own tunic. Then he's pulling at those robes, pushing them aside until you're as bare and naked as he can get you without you leaving his lap.
He'll cup your ass now, slip his hands beneath what remains of those robes to palm your flesh. Those lips of his are pressed, once more, over your beating heart. ]
No. [ He isn't going to fuck you just yet. He wants you helpless and consumed by sensation first befoe he gives in and offers you release. There's a unique high in watching you come apart in his arms. He wants that tonight. ]
There's something so breathtakingly beautiful about you when you're like this: needy, trembling, wholly attuned to him. You make him want more than he thought he could ever want and that only makes his desire to give you everything within his power so much greater.
He's smiling against your mouth as he draws your hands to his chest to settle your fingers over the clasps of his own tunic. Then he's pulling at those robes, pushing them aside until you're as bare and naked as he can get you without you leaving his lap.
He'll cup your ass now, slip his hands beneath what remains of those robes to palm your flesh. Those lips of his are pressed, once more, over your beating heart. ]
No. [ He isn't going to fuck you just yet. He wants you helpless and consumed by sensation first befoe he gives in and offers you release. There's a unique high in watching you come apart in his arms. He wants that tonight. ]
[ He's pliant in your grip throughout that, gaze shifting first to where you've drawn his hands and then later towards the quick work you've made of his clothes. He's fighting for calm, because the need is starting to claw at his insides and his lungs are starting to feel like they're on fire. As such, while he knows that he ought to help you out of his clothes, it's incredibly hard for him to focus on that task.
No, he won't be able to stop the way his expression breaks a little at your words, nor will he be able to stop the small noise of protest that hums out from behind his lips and how he's pressed them tightly together. ]
Then...?
[ Please tell him what to do. He's yielded to you: every little gesture he's making now - every slight shift - and the note in his voice plus the look in his eyes all point towards submission. ]
No, he won't be able to stop the way his expression breaks a little at your words, nor will he be able to stop the small noise of protest that hums out from behind his lips and how he's pressed them tightly together. ]
Then...?
[ Please tell him what to do. He's yielded to you: every little gesture he's making now - every slight shift - and the note in his voice plus the look in his eyes all point towards submission. ]
[ Just as he'd hoped.
Have an affectionate peck at the corner of your mouth as he lets his hands move up your back, heavy and starved over muscle and flesh. The contrast is deliberate. He wants you to let him love you down and take you however high he can manage. ]
Strip, and stretch out on the lounge. [ Casual, easy, as he's letting his fingers come around to knead at the flesh above your navel. ] I just need to fetch something from one of the bags.
Have an affectionate peck at the corner of your mouth as he lets his hands move up your back, heavy and starved over muscle and flesh. The contrast is deliberate. He wants you to let him love you down and take you however high he can manage. ]
Strip, and stretch out on the lounge. [ Casual, easy, as he's letting his fingers come around to knead at the flesh above your navel. ] I just need to fetch something from one of the bags.
[ ...Hopefully, you're not going to take the fact that he actually turned his cheek a little at that kiss, all in the hopes of you catching more of his lips and less of his skin. Hopefully.
He isn't so far gone as to wonder what exactly you're going to get. But he isn't going to ask: he's going to do as he's told the moment you release him, unfolding from your lap, shifting off the robes that you've already loosened, letting them pool on the floor as he steps out of them. Once he's naked underneath your gaze, however, your finacee is moving in to kiss you full on the mouth just for a few heartbeats before he's glancing back at the lounge you're still seated on. ]
Should I lie on my front, or on my back?
[ Asking, as he's letting his fingers skim down the length of your arm, over the cloth of your sleeve. His cock is stirring between his legs, by the way, and it's all your fault. ]
He isn't so far gone as to wonder what exactly you're going to get. But he isn't going to ask: he's going to do as he's told the moment you release him, unfolding from your lap, shifting off the robes that you've already loosened, letting them pool on the floor as he steps out of them. Once he's naked underneath your gaze, however, your finacee is moving in to kiss you full on the mouth just for a few heartbeats before he's glancing back at the lounge you're still seated on. ]
Should I lie on my front, or on my back?
[ Asking, as he's letting his fingers skim down the length of your arm, over the cloth of your sleeve. His cock is stirring between his legs, by the way, and it's all your fault. ]
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