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finalflight2024-09-12 10:58 am
retroductions) wrote in finalflight2024-09-12 10:58 am
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[With a motion like that, she nearly does. He can feel the slide of her cunt against his palm, warm and slick. It's tempting to just slip a finger inside of her again, though he miraculously keeps on track with his original intent, smiling a little lopsidedly.]
Will you be kind enough to help me remove my shirt, then, dear girl?
Will you be kind enough to help me remove my shirt, then, dear girl?
Da.
[ she falls upon him eagerly, with hands far less skilled than his own. clumsily fumbling buttons while her tail wends around between her legs and begins to coil about his wrist. ]
[ she falls upon him eagerly, with hands far less skilled than his own. clumsily fumbling buttons while her tail wends around between her legs and begins to coil about his wrist. ]
[He's more than willing to be patient and allow her all the time she needs to fumble his shirt open. It gives him leeway to lean back against the back of the chaise again—a satisfied exhale upon doing so—while still keeping his hand cupped between her legs, just to feel. No reason other than that, beyond the fact that she appears to encourage it with the winding of her tail around his wrist.]
Thank you...
[And yet, given the opportunity, he can't help himself: he pushes up a little with his palm, a gentle rub.]
Thank you...
[And yet, given the opportunity, he can't help himself: he pushes up a little with his palm, a gentle rub.]
[ to see him recline like that is erotic in its way; she likes to see him relax, she likes the way he sounds so pleased, and yet he's unable to want, even to ask, to draw his hand... away...
ahh. she spreads both hands on his sternum and widens her stance. just a little. ]
You make it difficult to undress you.
ahh. she spreads both hands on his sternum and widens her stance. just a little. ]
You make it difficult to undress you.
[Likely she'll never see him as relaxed as he is now, that's for certain. Sholmes is always full of energy, and even when he's moping there's still a sharp edge of awareness to him. Now? He might as well be a useless blob lying on the chaise, and one that presses his back into the cushions with equal ease as she pushes against his chest.]
Hm. Do you want me to stop?
[Touching her. He very much doubts it, and the tiniest curve to his lips suggests it.]
Hm. Do you want me to stop?
[Touching her. He very much doubts it, and the tiniest curve to his lips suggests it.]
That much is very true.
[They're talking about a woman who dug up a grave to properly cast the facade of a dead man, after all. But maybe that part isn't worth mentioning for now.
Instead, Sholmes hops on on the display next to her.]
But her devotion to her craft is evident, is it not? A handsome face, hm?
[They're talking about a woman who dug up a grave to properly cast the facade of a dead man, after all. But maybe that part isn't worth mentioning for now.
Instead, Sholmes hops on on the display next to her.]
But her devotion to her craft is evident, is it not? A handsome face, hm?
[ hers is not a voice suited to giggling, but that is what she does, and slips forward to straddle his lap.
his clothes are abandoned. she's tired of standing. ]
You are very smug young man.
his clothes are abandoned. she's tired of standing. ]
You are very smug young man.
[The press of her is warm and welcome, the nearness strangely exciting even if it’s not the first time she’s been so close. Also, he’s still not making the effort to move his hand unless urged otherwise, even if that means it’s now sandwiched between both of their bodies.]
Not at all.
[Sometimes.]
Am I not being accommodating enough?
Not at all.
[Sometimes.]
Am I not being accommodating enough?
[ one hand, nearly impish, toys with his nipple through the fabric of his half-opened blouse. ]
Truly accommodating man would be on his hands and knees begging to taste what you cannot stop touching.
Truly accommodating man would be on his hands and knees begging to taste what you cannot stop touching.
[Oh. She'll watch realization shift into a bright smile across his features.]
My dear, it's true very little can compare to the original, but to flatter me in such a way... You'll have me blushing.
My dear, it's true very little can compare to the original, but to flatter me in such a way... You'll have me blushing.
[Feels nice... he exales pleasantly. The luridness of her request doesn't seem to even register just yet.]
Oh, if you want me on my hands and knees right now, I doubt I'd be able to stay very much upright.
[Look at how useless he is.]
But that's never a reason to not try.
Oh, if you want me on my hands and knees right now, I doubt I'd be able to stay very much upright.
[Look at how useless he is.]
But that's never a reason to not try.
[ not as much reaction as she'd hoped. but, still... she toys at him. the room feels very exposed with her body bare to it. ]
You are barely upright now.
You are barely upright now.
[Don't worry. It's simply because it has no registered in his addled mind, taken over instead by the challenge of trying to sit up.]
Watch me...
[Tries with great effort to sit up!! He manages with a wobble, but ends up just leaning forward against her instead.]
Watch me...
[Tries with great effort to sit up!! He manages with a wobble, but ends up just leaning forward against her instead.]
Ha! [His usual bright bark of a laugh.] Nor my intellect? But most importantly of all, an array of people most important to him. That is where the true joy lies.
[ wobbles, too. and pushes him back with a faint laugh, all curled up close against him. ]
Stay as you were...
Stay as you were...
[Oof. Back against the chaise again.]
Ah… I could have done it.
Ah… I could have done it.
[ PUN OPPORTUNITY SPOTTED ]
But you can... you should... I am wanting you to also do me.
But you can... you should... I am wanting you to also do me.
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