Don't move. [ He presses his nose into your skin right before he pushes off the bed to rummage around. You're free to watch just how getting interrupted like this when he wants you affects him: the tension along the shoulders, how each drawer that doesn't yield what he wants makes him a little bit more impatient--
--yeah, he'll check the bathroom. Okay. There.
Marching back now with a pinched look to his face before he covers you and drops the lube onto the mattress, mouth fastening onto your neck. ]
I will never understand this place, but at least they come well-stocked.
[ That's muttered as one hand massages the small of your back, his breath warm right by your ear. He manages to squeeze out a generous amount enough of the lubricant onto his free hand, stray drops of that gel falling on your ass as he feels you up. ]
no subject
--yeah, he'll check the bathroom. Okay. There.
Marching back now with a pinched look to his face before he covers you and drops the lube onto the mattress, mouth fastening onto your neck. ]
I will never understand this place, but at least they come well-stocked.
[ That's muttered as one hand massages the small of your back, his breath warm right by your ear. He manages to squeeze out a generous amount enough of the lubricant onto his free hand, stray drops of that gel falling on your ass as he feels you up. ]