grandschemed | [ day 8, post game afternoon ] [nsfw]

[ as soon as she does he shuffles to the bed -- sitting right back down and letting her back in his lap, though he does shift back a bit to fumble for his own pants. leather pants are way too tight sometimes. ]

[She settles into his lap easily enough though she does shift a little to help him with his pants.]

[ he's just as quick once his pants are at least undone to raise his hands up, try and slide her shirt up and off ]

[it’s really more of a bustier than a shirt, so it’s easy enough to get off, especially once she reaches behind her to loosen the laces in back.]

[ that makes his life way easier. he leans forward once he's got that off, not shy about putting his face between her breasts, nuzzling between them. ]

[She huffs out a startled laugh at that, lifting a hand to let down his ponytail so she can get her fingers in his hair.]

[ he couldn't resist! he's putting soft little kisses down the middle of her chest, before nipping at one, just lightly, to test her reaction. ]

[her breath catches a little and she leans into him a little more, curling her fingers in his hair. Maybe a little roughly to encourage him.]

[ that is encouraging and he sucks a mark into the spot, his cock twitching when he presses up against her, his lips shifting to press up against a nipple. ]

[She bites her lip on a moan, grinding her hips into his. She rucks up his shirt so she can get a hand under it to touch his skin.]

Oni...

[she doesn’t want him to stop, but also wants his shirt off. So, like, dilemma.]

Right, right.

[ he murmurs, shifting himself to pull off just enough he can give her the space for that, lifting up his shoulders when it's necessary. ]

[Yes, good. Excellent. She pulls his shirt off and tosses it...away...somewhere. With that out of the way she slides her hands down his back, her fingernails tracing his spine.]

[ he rolls his shoulders, shuddering softly at the touch, sensitive to every brush of her fingers at this point, hands moving down to her belt to work that open. ]

[Okay good. Clothes are pretty inconvenient right now. She’ll help him with that, but she’s also going to kiss him again.]

[ he kisses back readily, trying to shove her pants down her hips at the same time, though the position won't let him do it that well. ]

[well, hell. She makes a frustrated noise and breaks the kiss to help him. Though, honestly since she also has those stupid tights on she might need to get off him for a moment to get rid of them completely.]

[ clothes get in the way of so many good things!! He at least helps with that where he can though it's mostly an excuse to touch her as much as possible - - get the shorts down her legs though he pauses at the tights. ]

-- can those stay on?

[she blinks]

Yeah, if you want.

[she’ll kick the shorts out of the way and move to straddle him again.]

[ nice. he looks a little sheepish but, drops his hands to her legs, runs them up her thighs. ]

They look nice on ya.

[him looking sheepish is one of the things she thinks is cute, tbh]

Yeah? I guess I didn’t think about that.

I'm happy to remind ya.

[ he murmurs, one hand shifting between her legs now, palm pressing there with a light pressure. ]

[She might have considered replying, but her breath catches on a gasp instead, and she digs her fingers into his shoulders as she presses herself more firmly against his hand.]

[ he exhales, presses his fingertips up against her clit to grind with that pressure, working with steady sort of pulses of his wrist. ]

Should I keep tellin' ya - - how hot ya look, how I thought you were gorgeous the second I saw ya - -?

[Normally she wouldn’t care much about someone appealing to her vanity, but right now she’s hot and wet and his fingers are driving her to distraction, so honestly everything he says sounds great. Every type of stimulation is good.]

Yeah. Tell me everything.

[her voice is breathless as she grinds against his hand, digging her nails into his shoulders.]

[ he's more than happy to keep that up; he does have to pause to moan when her fingernails dig into him but his fingers don't stop. one presses forward, trying to push into her, testing how ready she is. ]

I can't - - wait to fuck you - - I can't wait to be inside ya, Silk - -

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