[ she did want to help him out of his yukata eventually, but not right now . she'd like to unwrap him slowly, like the presents he'd been sending her to make up for that one mishap. wriothesley then beats her to it and she squirms in his touch, slightly craning her head to one side to give him more more access to her neck. it's one thing thing to be desired, but quite another to feel so relentlessly desired by the one guy she never knew she wanted all along....
she has to show him her appreciation somehow, in a way that cannot be simply conveyed with words alone. so as much as it pains her, she places her hand over the one that's groping her boob, silently telling him to stop for a moment before leading him towards her slightly disheveled bed and urging him to sit so that she can straddle his lap and gently push him down on the mattress. they are NOT fucking while standing up again, okay :/ ]
Tonight's a special occasion, you know.
[ something something about a certain couple. she looms over him, her hair falling down around them like a veil. she shifts her hands so that they're both positioned at the sides of his head, causing one of her sleeves to slide off and reveal a bare shoulder and a tit. ]
You'll let me lead this time, won't you?
[ surprise, this is her one favor all along. pleaseeeeee let her top this one time, she'll be good ]
[ can't believe she doesn't want the leg workout from standing up and also straddling him at the same time? :/ just kidding
He doesn't mind giving and is more than used to it, so it's a nice surprise when Ishmael turns things around on him, the forceful push of her hand against him and the sudden weight of her on his lap more than enough to increase the already quick beat of his heart—and the affection in his chest that isn't rooted entirely in desire.
He wraps his hand around hers for a brief moment, fingers squeezing hers, and then he's falling back onto the sheets as her shadow covers him, her hair a waterfall obscuring him from view. It would be a lie to say he isn't interested in her offer, cock starting to stir in the confines of his underwear, and though he's used to playing coy in his own way in the bedroom, his interest in her taking the lead and the opportunity to watch her move on top of him is more than genuine. ]
I can hardly say no to such a generous offer, now can I?
[ His hands reach for her legs, fingertips trailing up the back of her calves and pushing the fabric of her yukata up more and more. ]
Sure. Show me what you can do. Make me lose myself in you.
[ she blinks, her heart skipping a bit at those words. many years ago, she was lamenting at her own inability to leave an impression on others, only to fast-forward to the present where she now has someone who wants to be let into her world. the thing is, she's hardly romantic compared to him. she has no idea where to begin with making him lose his mind over her. but she may as well damn try while pretending that she knows what she's doing.
so she begins with leaning her head down to kiss him gently with tongue, licking away the one strand of drool that connects their lips together when she pulls away, her hand coming up to caress his cheek like he usually does with hers. she's slowly coming to terms that appreciating beauty isn't all that bad, but -- ]
You know, [ she leans down again, this time to kiss the scar under his right eye. ] has anyone ever told you how easy you are on the eyes?
[ he's got to know, right? he is rather popular, after all. but if not, she'll just tell him through actions as she moves further down to plant more kisses on his neck, lave her tongue alongside one of the scars that go further down his throat before biting and sucking the skin between the marred flesh on his collarbone. ]
You're so cute sometimes, Wriothesley. [ she hums against his skin, her voice low with lust as hand reaches down his yukata to massage his growing hardness between his legs. ] I've always wanted to see you fall apart.
[ Has anyone ever told him that he's good-looking? Probably about as much as Ishmael has, with her striking hair and smattering of freckles. He'd basked in the compliments when he was younger and then slowly tuned them out the more the years passed, but now the words are crawling underneath his skin again and going straight to his head.
The press of her hand against him, on the other hand, is going straight to his baser urges, the teasing motions easily coaxing his cock into full hardness underneath the thin fabric of his underwear. ]
Is it that exciting of a prospect?
[ He sounds calm still, but there's a certain breathiness entering into his voice the longer she stays atop him and the more her lips and teeth tease at his skin. Being pinned down by her weight means he has less range of motion than he'd like, but that doesn't stop him from tracing circles into the back of her thighs with his fingers or grinding his hips more into her hand. ]
I'll try not to let you down. [ Though she's already well on her way to tugging him loose. ] Any other requests I should keep in mind?
[ He's basically putty in her hands right now. Might as well take advantage of that. ]
losing it at the whiplash between our recent threads
[ of course it's exciting?? wriothesley has always been so cool, calm and collected no matter the situation, so being able to see him slowly lose his mind but will always fascinate her. right now she's distracted with his body as she shrugs off the sleeves of his yukata to have more access to his chest, her mouth busy with leaving more marks across his collarbone and kissing her way further down his abdomen. be grateful that she's made it so that the hickies will be hidden underneath his clothes.
as to other requests, let her think about it as she sucks on a nipple, leaving a lovebite around there too. sorry not sorry. ]
Well, you could afford to moan a little louder for me. I don't think anyone's around to hear tonight. [ she herself moves further down until she positions herself between his legs. ] Or you could just fuck me ragged until my hair comes apart again. Up to you.
[ maybe that's why he wished she has her hair up more often.......
anyway, enough teasing. she can already feel how pent up he is from tracing the outline of his cock alone, so she'll push up the hem of his yukata and free him from the confines of his underwear, wrapping her roughened hands around his length and giving it a few good strokes. ]
But I guess in the end, [ she leans down to kiss his wet tip, dragging her tongue down the shaft and back up again while keeping her half-lidded gaze on him ] I still want you to keep your eyes on me.
[ and that's the last thing she says before she wraps her lips around the tip and lowers her mouth on him, carefully taking his cock while softly moaning around him until he almost hits the back of her throat because she's had.... practice......... please clap ]
[ She doesn't have to tell him to keep his eyes on her when his gaze always drifts towards her naturally. When they're alone, when they're part of a crowd, when she's on the opposite side of a room minding her own business.
His eyes are fixed on her now and the wealth of red hair that's still in its updo, silently wishing that yeah, he really would like to fuck it until it's hanging loose past her shoulders again. Maybe in a bit, after she's sucked him off. Not like they have anywhere else to be for the rest of the night. ]
Why not both? We've got time.
[ And he's got the stamina.
Though her first wish is far more likely to come true sooner, the heat of her mouth enveloping him and sinking down towards its base enough to prompt the first of (probably) many moans for the night. He's gotten used to taking the more proactive role in bed, but he can't deny how good it feels now to have attention lavished on him. His hips shift again against her, wanting to be deeper inside, and one hand pulls away from the sheets to tangle fingers in her hair, keeping her in place. ]
[ this always happens -- she'd tell him to keep her eyes on her, and the intensity of his gaze would overwhelm her that she usually ends up looking away instead. not that averting her gaze is doing her any favors when her lips are all over his cock anyway. the hand on her hand and his husky voice are encouraging enough though, and she does her best in taking him deeper into her mouth before coming back up to breathe.
and she goes for it again. ishmael moans softly around his length, her movements slow and exploratory. he wouldn't want her to rush and choke on it anyway, so she takes her sweet time down here, cheeks reddening as one hand wraps around his cock while the other makes its way down between her legs. she's getting a little bit more into it now, her mind completely shutting out the more rational side of her brain as she loses herself to pleasure.
he might have to intervene if he wants it somewhere else, though. can't really blame her for getting distracted when he tastes so good like this. ]
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she has to show him her appreciation somehow, in a way that cannot be simply conveyed with words alone. so as much as it pains her, she places her hand over the one that's groping her boob, silently telling him to stop for a moment before leading him towards her slightly disheveled bed and urging him to sit so that she can straddle his lap and gently push him down on the mattress. they are NOT fucking while standing up again, okay :/ ]
Tonight's a special occasion, you know.
[ something something about a certain couple. she looms over him, her hair falling down around them like a veil. she shifts her hands so that they're both positioned at the sides of his head, causing one of her sleeves to slide off and reveal a bare shoulder and a tit. ]
You'll let me lead this time, won't you?
[ surprise, this is her one favor all along. pleaseeeeee let her top this one time, she'll be good ]
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He doesn't mind giving and is more than used to it, so it's a nice surprise when Ishmael turns things around on him, the forceful push of her hand against him and the sudden weight of her on his lap more than enough to increase the already quick beat of his heart—and the affection in his chest that isn't rooted entirely in desire.
He wraps his hand around hers for a brief moment, fingers squeezing hers, and then he's falling back onto the sheets as her shadow covers him, her hair a waterfall obscuring him from view. It would be a lie to say he isn't interested in her offer, cock starting to stir in the confines of his underwear, and though he's used to playing coy in his own way in the bedroom, his interest in her taking the lead and the opportunity to watch her move on top of him is more than genuine. ]
I can hardly say no to such a generous offer, now can I?
[ His hands reach for her legs, fingertips trailing up the back of her calves and pushing the fabric of her yukata up more and more. ]
Sure. Show me what you can do. Make me lose myself in you.
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so she begins with leaning her head down to kiss him gently with tongue, licking away the one strand of drool that connects their lips together when she pulls away, her hand coming up to caress his cheek like he usually does with hers. she's slowly coming to terms that appreciating beauty isn't all that bad, but -- ]
You know, [ she leans down again, this time to kiss the scar under his right eye. ] has anyone ever told you how easy you are on the eyes?
[ he's got to know, right? he is rather popular, after all. but if not, she'll just tell him through actions as she moves further down to plant more kisses on his neck, lave her tongue alongside one of the scars that go further down his throat before biting and sucking the skin between the marred flesh on his collarbone. ]
You're so cute sometimes, Wriothesley. [ she hums against his skin, her voice low with lust as hand reaches down his yukata to massage his growing hardness between his legs. ] I've always wanted to see you fall apart.
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The press of her hand against him, on the other hand, is going straight to his baser urges, the teasing motions easily coaxing his cock into full hardness underneath the thin fabric of his underwear. ]
Is it that exciting of a prospect?
[ He sounds calm still, but there's a certain breathiness entering into his voice the longer she stays atop him and the more her lips and teeth tease at his skin. Being pinned down by her weight means he has less range of motion than he'd like, but that doesn't stop him from tracing circles into the back of her thighs with his fingers or grinding his hips more into her hand. ]
I'll try not to let you down. [ Though she's already well on her way to tugging him loose. ] Any other requests I should keep in mind?
[ He's basically putty in her hands right now. Might as well take advantage of that. ]
losing it at the whiplash between our recent threads
as to other requests, let her think about it as she sucks on a nipple, leaving a lovebite around there too. sorry not sorry. ]
Well, you could afford to moan a little louder for me. I don't think anyone's around to hear tonight. [ she herself moves further down until she positions herself between his legs. ] Or you could just fuck me ragged until my hair comes apart again. Up to you.
[ maybe that's why he wished she has her hair up more often.......
anyway, enough teasing. she can already feel how pent up he is from tracing the outline of his cock alone, so she'll push up the hem of his yukata and free him from the confines of his underwear, wrapping her roughened hands around his length and giving it a few good strokes. ]
But I guess in the end, [ she leans down to kiss his wet tip, dragging her tongue down the shaft and back up again while keeping her half-lidded gaze on him ] I still want you to keep your eyes on me.
[ and that's the last thing she says before she wraps her lips around the tip and lowers her mouth on him, carefully taking his cock while softly moaning around him until he almost hits the back of her throat because she's had.... practice......... please clap ]
we did this to ourselves
His eyes are fixed on her now and the wealth of red hair that's still in its updo, silently wishing that yeah, he really would like to fuck it until it's hanging loose past her shoulders again. Maybe in a bit, after she's sucked him off. Not like they have anywhere else to be for the rest of the night. ]
Why not both? We've got time.
[ And he's got the stamina.
Though her first wish is far more likely to come true sooner, the heat of her mouth enveloping him and sinking down towards its base enough to prompt the first of (probably) many moans for the night. He's gotten used to taking the more proactive role in bed, but he can't deny how good it feels now to have attention lavished on him. His hips shift again against her, wanting to be deeper inside, and one hand pulls away from the sheets to tangle fingers in her hair, keeping her in place. ]
Just like that....
[ You're doing great, sweetie, keep going. 🥺 ]
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and she goes for it again. ishmael moans softly around his length, her movements slow and exploratory. he wouldn't want her to rush and choke on it anyway, so she takes her sweet time down here, cheeks reddening as one hand wraps around his cock while the other makes its way down between her legs. she's getting a little bit more into it now, her mind completely shutting out the more rational side of her brain as she loses herself to pleasure.
he might have to intervene if he wants it somewhere else, though. can't really blame her for getting distracted when he tastes so good like this. ]