You're sure that's what you want? You don't sound sure.
[ she knows he's just being polite, he's being safe, but she plans on doing so anyway, so. she'll tease him about it, even as her hand slides under his jumpsuit to wrap around his cock ]
Oh, my. You sound a bit frustrated, love. [ she knows he's not mad, and she's also said it like she's asking something really kind of amusing, delightful, even. maybe she likes it when he gets wound up ] You're not getting antsy, are you?
[ well that makes her break into a wide grin, and she bumps her nose against his before pulling away ]
Lay back.
[ because she's reaching with both hands to tug at his sleeves, excited and rushing to get his jump suit off before she's crawling back over him, her hands planting on either side of his hips on the mattress as she leans down to slowly lick up the underside of his cock ]
[He yelps, loud and undignified, and immediately bites on the back of his hand. He's never felt anything like this before, so hot and wet and Jesus-- and she's barely begun, but he doesn't know that--]
[ she smiles up at him, a quiet shh, just relax finding its way out before she's biting her lip because oh right, okay, she should probably take it slow. take it easy, rather, make it last. her hands slide in to hold onto his hips now, just as her tongue curls against him, face bowing just for a second, so she can take him in her mouth. only a little bit though, and mostly so it's easier to lav her tongue against him. her thumbs move against his hipbones, trying to soothe even while her lips tighten around him ]
God, but you're brilliant-- always, I should s-say it more but I don't--
[He mumbles whatever comes to mind, each thought praising and grateful in turn (that is, what thoughts aren't some iteration of I can't believe this is really happening). His fingers twist against the sheets and he tilts his head back, moaning softly.]
[ she peeks up at him again as her mouth dips a little lower, cheeks hollowing out, pulling him in deeper. it's probably.. a weird time to be thinking about how smitten she is with him, how much she adores him, but he's got her thinking about it even as she focuses on moving her tongue against his cock, trying different things.
her hand seeks out his, fingers curling over the back of his palm. she hums, then, a little moan, sucks a little harder ]
[He grips her hand tightly, his eyes closing as he slumps against the bed. She's obviously had practice at this, but the thought doesn't bother him; it's simply an admiring thought, something delighted as she works.]
[ she hums, 'mhmm', her free hand finally moving to wrap around the base of his cock, just to hold him still while she starts to move her mouth up and down over him, sucking and licking. anything to pull a reaction from him. ]
[He pushes up against that hand, not so much trying to force her as simply get more-- more of her tongue, more of her mouth, more of that hot wet pressure against his cock-- and he keens softly, his fingers knotting in the sheets again, his eyes closed tightly. Close, so close, and he doesn't even think of warn her; he just relishes the feeling as his body goes tight, as his breathing goes fast and sharp-- and then he's there, with a strangled moan, and he thrusts his hips up eagerly--]
[ she grunts softly when she feels him start to finish, tiny bit startled, but she pauses long enough to swallow so she doesn't have to pull back. she tries to coax him through it, though everything dials down a bit, how fast she moves and how hard she sucks. she gasps once she sits up, ends up just sort of watching him while she catches her breath. though she can't stop touching him, apparently, her nails lightly dragging up and down his thighs ]
[He stares hazily up at her, lost in his own world-- but he reaches for her soon, sitting up so he can push his fingers through her hair, so he can cup her face and tilt her head up. And maybe it's not right to kiss, maybe he should wait (maybe he shouldn't be so turned on by the taste of himself on her lips)-- but he can't help it. And then, against her mouth:]
[ she's all about kisses right now, that's perfectly clear. her arms wrap around his neck so she can pull herself closer to him, scooting around until she's sitting in his lap, kinda, her legs over his, hooked behind him. but then he thanks her and she laughs, breaking the kiss so she can lean back enough to look at him properly ]
You don't have to thank me, I love you, I like- making you feel good. [ her hands are up in his hair again, as always, combing through it. mmmaybe tugging a bit ]
You're like a puppy. [ which she's called him before, for this exact reason, but it's still amusing to her when he reacts that way. her fingers rake upupup before she ruffles his hair ] I could play with your hair all day..
A wolf puppy, then. They're still called pups, right?
[ but she's just teasing him, and it's obvious by her tone she isn't even going to follow through on it, quietly distracted. her hands move to rest on his shoulders, her head tilting a little bit as she watches his face. which. is probably unnerving, but, well, she's doing it. she's gazing. ]
[ Raven makes sure to let that kiss go on for a little while, soft and slow, before- ] --oh, mhm, so fierce- [ she's purposely being quiet, pretty much whispering, just to make sure this is basically the softest moment in the history of the whole world ]
[ Raven sort of starts - oh! - as she lays back under him, squirming only because she's laughing but can't actually curl up or anything with him holding her down ]
I respect you! Whoever said puppies aren't respectable-?
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[ she knows he's just being polite, he's being safe, but she plans on doing so anyway, so. she'll tease him about it, even as her hand slides under his jumpsuit to wrap around his cock ]
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[The peevishness of that statement is rather negated by the way his voice shakes.]
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[He whines softly and pushes his hips up, rutting against her hand.]
You're being obtuse-- and utterly frustrating--
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Say please.
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[He whines against her mouth, his hips working up--]
Please--
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Lay back.
[ because she's reaching with both hands to tug at his sleeves, excited and rushing to get his jump suit off before she's crawling back over him, her hands planting on either side of his hips on the mattress as she leans down to slowly lick up the underside of his cock ]
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[He mumbles whatever comes to mind, each thought praising and grateful in turn (that is, what thoughts aren't some iteration of I can't believe this is really happening). His fingers twist against the sheets and he tilts his head back, moaning softly.]
More--
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her hand seeks out his, fingers curling over the back of his palm. she hums, then, a little moan, sucks a little harder ]
SORRY SORRY FOR THE DELAY
[He grips her hand tightly, his eyes closing as he slumps against the bed. She's obviously had practice at this, but the thought doesn't bother him; it's simply an admiring thought, something delighted as she works.]
P-please-- Ravne, please, keep--
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[He pushes up against that hand, not so much trying to force her as simply get more-- more of her tongue, more of her mouth, more of that hot wet pressure against his cock-- and he keens softly, his fingers knotting in the sheets again, his eyes closed tightly. Close, so close, and he doesn't even think of warn her; he just relishes the feeling as his body goes tight, as his breathing goes fast and sharp-- and then he's there, with a strangled moan, and he thrusts his hips up eagerly--]
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Thank you.
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You don't have to thank me, I love you, I like- making you feel good. [ her hands are up in his hair again, as always, combing through it. mmmaybe tugging a bit ]
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[He mumbles a little at the end, too caught up in those fingers in his hair, and he tilts his head back happily.]
That's-- oh, that's lovely--
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[He bites his bottom lip again, grinning in delight at those raked fingers-- but when she ruffles his hair, he can open his eyes again.]
I'm certainly not protesting.
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[ but she's just teasing him, and it's obvious by her tone she isn't even going to follow through on it, quietly distracted. her hands move to rest on his shoulders, her head tilting a little bit as she watches his face. which. is probably unnerving, but, well, she's doing it. she's gazing. ]
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[His grin fades to a smile when he opens his eyes. For a few seconds he stares back at her, taking her in-- and then he leans in, kissing her gently.]
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Well! You don't respect me?
[He pushes her back, shoving her against the bed; quick as he can he climbs over her, pinning her there.]
I ought to punish you for that-- it's not on, not respecting your boyfriend--
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I respect you! Whoever said puppies aren't respectable-?
[ which just makes her laugh more ]
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