He gets what he's after. She can't moan, but she sucks in a breath and lets it out in a shuddering sigh. Now she's getting insistent, pulling him closer and moving her hips in fitful jerks.
Little trembles shake her thighs; her grip tightens on his hair. She isn't quite close yet -- give it a few more minutes -- but the feedback is clear and positive.
"It's a weird breakfast cereal brand with a cartoon vampire for a mascot. The cereal was chocolate and it had little bat and ghost marshmallows in it. Like chocolate lucky charms. I made Erik buy it for me all the time to annoy the shit out of him, because vampires. Josiah thought it was hilarious. And it's hard to make Josiah laugh." Max looks entirely too proud of himself for this.
"But your idea of the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man is much better! I don't know why I didn't think of that. You're a genius."
Wait a while eh? "By the way, if you need any help with favor, can I just say you've helped me save quite a bit up. I could ask for you. Or, you know, help you generate more. Actually, I think I just did..."
The idea of getting his phone back is... a strange one. "You know... That might be one of the only reasons for me to get my phone back. I never had much use for it outside of business or contacting Erik or Josiah. I guess that's why I haven't missed it much."
[Whyborne's stomach is doing flips with the way Max moves, but he reaches up and lifts his arms over his head, gripping onto a convenient piece of carving for a lack of anything better to do with his hands.]
Like this?
[He wets his lips with his tongue, his mouth feeling dry and his throat croaky. He had no idea it was possible to want anything this much but he wants - no, he needs Max to be touching him soon.]
His hands slide to her thighs, spreading her wider and holding her while she trembles for him. With a reaction like that, how can he resist?
He drags his tongue over her again in long hard strokes, and moans with the pleasure of how good and wet she tastes. Her hips moving against him drives him wild. His lips latch onto her clit and he sucks it in, teasing his tongue over her as he lets out more low vibrating moans against her skin.
Minutes or hours, he's going to enjoy the taste of her until she reaches that climax. He's showing no signs of stopping.
Chell arches her back with a gasp as he redoubles his efforts. Fuck, that's good. You have to love somebody who enjoys his work.
Holding her legs is a good call. As she nears the edge of orgasm, her squirming gets more intense, and if it weren't for Max's hands on her, he'd be in danger of her hips thwacking him in the nose. As is, he probably has enough control -- or warning -- to keep up with her.
There's no question when she comes: her grip on his hair tightens towards the point of discomfort, she grabs the blankets with her other hand, and she grinds her clit into his mouth with another hoarse gasp. She may not be vocal, but her body shouts.
Rowan's heard of Lucky Charms as well, although they wrinkle their nose at the description. Who'd want something that sweet for breakfast? Still, any mention of Max trolling his master warms their heart, so that expression doesn't last long, as they chuckle. "I'm smart sometimes." They preen a little, glancing back at Max. "That cereal should have little wolves in it too, then it'd be all three of us." Okay, Max isn't actually the bats, but Lucas isn't a ghost either, so.
"If I get my computer back, we could get you a proper camera too. So you can take as many photos as you want, without running out of space." Rowan offers. "I can always ask for more hard drives if I start running out. I reckon once I got that back and the rest of my powers, I'm sitting sweet, and everything after that is a bonus." It's just getting that those two are taking a lot of convincing. It's a good job they have Max and Lucas to help out.
"Guess you're right. Not skinny jeans though, like Rowan wears. I'd blow the ass out of them the first time I bend over." He pictures it and laughs. "I don't think anyone wants to see me embarrass myself like that."
She giggles, a hand raised to her lips in hopes of stifling it. She does not succeed.
"Certainly not. Perhaps we can go shopping together and try something new, hm? I will even find something unlike what I normally wear so you are not alone."
[Max still moves with a kind of calculated grace, even as he's threading the link of the cuffs through the gap in the bed. He closes Whyborne's wrists into them and checks that they're holding.
What she may lack in vocal ability, she more than makes up for in the way her body cries out to him. It's driving him wild how she can't seem to hold still. He applies due pressure to her legs to keep her grounded, enough that he can keep up with her movements and not get bonked (save that for a little later.)
When her climax hits, he lets out a throaty moan of his own. Oh, he really likes how she's tugging his hair. And how she practically fucks his mouth with her clit. Sweet baby jesus, that's hot.
"Da-yum, Chell, you're about to set my hair on fire." He fans himself the way she showed him. 'Hot.'
"I'm starting to sense you're not as much a sweet tooth as some of us." No, but Rowan is right, the cereal itself is pretty bad. But worth it for the jokes.
"Maybe I'll invent my own cereal brand here and do just that. You can do the box art for it."
Once again, he wishes they were face to face, so he can look at them more fully instead of over one shoulder.
"How long do you think it'll be before you can ask for your computer? I'm really interested to watch you do what you do best on it." He can also help out with favor if they need it.
She lays back for a moment, but only to stretch luxuriously before sitting up and tracing a finger across his lips. Your mouth? Hot, she signs, then leans in to kiss him. Tasting herself evidently doesn't bother her.
Rowan laughs, squeezing Max's thigh. "You just realising?" They tease, trying to glance over their shoulder. Is he done with writing yet so they can at least lean back against him? "I don't mind sweet drinks. As long as they're boozy. But rich stuff fills me up too quick." And since they can't allow themself to leave food on a plate, they end up eating until they feel sick.
"I dunno about the computer, though. Green Man weren't best pleased about the phone, by my reckoning. Wouldn't surprise me if he wanted just as much as he's going to want to give me the rest of my powers back. But hey, between you and Lucas, I don't reckon it'll be too long. Maybe sometime in the new year."
Her mouth? Also hot. He would tell her that but his lips are too busy kissing her back. And his hands are once more roving over her as if he's seeking to memorize every curve.
They land, finally, on her breasts fondling them before going to the nipples, to tease and play. She's so goddamn sexy. He just can't get enough.
"I guess I have a habit of assuming everyone's as into sweets as I am." It did take him an embarrassingly long time to start realizing. But the cues have been piling up over time.
He sets the paper and pen back down on the desk, reaching past Rowan to do it. That should be answer enough.
"The fae act like they are allergic to technology, don't they? Too bad, because one way or another we'll get it for you." Max is more than happy to help, for a good cause.
"So, Green man was yours, huh? What did he say to you when you first got here?"
She shudders, arching her back, her breath gusting warmly against his lips. Her nipples are hard and pebbled under his fingers. God, that's nice.
The mutual appreciation circle shouldn't just live in their heads, though. Cupping one hand around the back of his neck -- she's aiming for above the brand, closer to his hairline -- she slides the other hand down his stomach to wrap around his cock. Just to squeeze and stroke a little while she kisses him, for now.
Luckily, now that she knows the history of his mark, he no longer has any fear or aversion to her touching it, even accidentally. He sighs with pleasure when her grip finds his neck. He does love that, and now he can enjoy it without hesitation.
He makes a different kind of noise when her hand wraps around his dick. A low rumbling groan that vibrates the air between their lips. His thumbs stroke over her hardened nipples in time with her stroking on his cock. If she speeds up, so does he. A perfect feedback loop.
Yes, absolutely, perfect. She breaks off the kiss, but rests her forehead against his, grinning as she speeds up her strokes a little.
This doesn't seem like a moment where she needs her hands to ask yes or more. Shifting closer, she starts to kiss along the line of Max's jaw and down the side of his throat. How worked up can she get him before they need to switch up?
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Date: 2020-11-17 03:48 pm (UTC)Little trembles shake her thighs; her grip tightens on his hair. She isn't quite close yet -- give it a few more minutes -- but the feedback is clear and positive.
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Date: 2020-11-17 05:47 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-11-17 07:42 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-11-18 04:21 am (UTC)"But your idea of the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man is much better! I don't know why I didn't think of that. You're a genius."
Wait a while eh? "By the way, if you need any help with favor, can I just say you've helped me save quite a bit up. I could ask for you. Or, you know, help you generate more. Actually, I think I just did..."
The idea of getting his phone back is... a strange one. "You know... That might be one of the only reasons for me to get my phone back. I never had much use for it outside of business or contacting Erik or Josiah. I guess that's why I haven't missed it much."
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Date: 2020-11-18 04:49 am (UTC)Like this?
[He wets his lips with his tongue, his mouth feeling dry and his throat croaky. He had no idea it was possible to want anything this much but he wants - no, he needs Max to be touching him soon.]
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Date: 2020-11-18 02:58 pm (UTC)He drags his tongue over her again in long hard strokes, and moans with the pleasure of how good and wet she tastes. Her hips moving against him drives him wild. His lips latch onto her clit and he sucks it in, teasing his tongue over her as he lets out more low vibrating moans against her skin.
Minutes or hours, he's going to enjoy the taste of her until she reaches that climax. He's showing no signs of stopping.
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Date: 2020-11-18 03:34 pm (UTC)Holding her legs is a good call. As she nears the edge of orgasm, her squirming gets more intense, and if it weren't for Max's hands on her, he'd be in danger of her hips thwacking him in the nose. As is, he probably has enough control -- or warning -- to keep up with her.
There's no question when she comes: her grip on his hair tightens towards the point of discomfort, she grabs the blankets with her other hand, and she grinds her clit into his mouth with another hoarse gasp. She may not be vocal, but her body shouts.
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Date: 2020-11-18 04:48 pm (UTC)"If I get my computer back, we could get you a proper camera too. So you can take as many photos as you want, without running out of space." Rowan offers. "I can always ask for more hard drives if I start running out. I reckon once I got that back and the rest of my powers, I'm sitting sweet, and everything after that is a bonus." It's just getting that those two are taking a lot of convincing. It's a good job they have Max and Lucas to help out.
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Date: 2020-11-18 08:20 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-11-18 10:12 pm (UTC)"Certainly not. Perhaps we can go shopping together and try something new, hm? I will even find something unlike what I normally wear so you are not alone."
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Date: 2020-11-19 05:01 am (UTC)[Max still moves with a kind of calculated grace, even as he's threading the link of the cuffs through the gap in the bed. He closes Whyborne's wrists into them and checks that they're holding.
Then he puts a hand to the man's chest and asks:]
How's that feel?
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Date: 2020-11-19 04:19 pm (UTC)When her climax hits, he lets out a throaty moan of his own. Oh, he really likes how she's tugging his hair. And how she practically fucks his mouth with her clit. Sweet baby jesus, that's hot.
"Da-yum, Chell, you're about to set my hair on fire." He fans himself the way she showed him. 'Hot.'
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Date: 2020-11-19 04:50 pm (UTC)Sorry! Sheepish, she props herself up so she can reach down and stroke his cheek in apology. More? Stop?
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Date: 2020-11-19 05:59 pm (UTC)Then he signs back more with great enthusiasm.
"You're on fire in a good way. A very good way."
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Date: 2020-11-19 06:30 pm (UTC)"Maybe I'll invent my own cereal brand here and do just that. You can do the box art for it."
Once again, he wishes they were face to face, so he can look at them more fully instead of over one shoulder.
"How long do you think it'll be before you can ask for your computer? I'm really interested to watch you do what you do best on it." He can also help out with favor if they need it.
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Date: 2020-11-19 06:35 pm (UTC)She lays back for a moment, but only to stretch luxuriously before sitting up and tracing a finger across his lips. Your mouth? Hot, she signs, then leans in to kiss him. Tasting herself evidently doesn't bother her.
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Date: 2020-11-19 07:27 pm (UTC)"I dunno about the computer, though. Green Man weren't best pleased about the phone, by my reckoning. Wouldn't surprise me if he wanted just as much as he's going to want to give me the rest of my powers back. But hey, between you and Lucas, I don't reckon it'll be too long. Maybe sometime in the new year."
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Date: 2020-11-20 02:44 pm (UTC)"I do love shopping. So, sure. But what would that something be for you?"
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Date: 2020-11-20 07:55 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-11-22 04:16 am (UTC)They land, finally, on her breasts fondling them before going to the nipples, to tease and play. She's so goddamn sexy. He just can't get enough.
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Date: 2020-11-22 04:34 am (UTC)He sets the paper and pen back down on the desk, reaching past Rowan to do it. That should be answer enough.
"The fae act like they are allergic to technology, don't they? Too bad, because one way or another we'll get it for you." Max is more than happy to help, for a good cause.
"So, Green man was yours, huh? What did he say to you when you first got here?"
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Date: 2020-11-22 04:39 am (UTC)The mutual appreciation circle shouldn't just live in their heads, though. Cupping one hand around the back of his neck -- she's aiming for above the brand, closer to his hairline -- she slides the other hand down his stomach to wrap around his cock. Just to squeeze and stroke a little while she kisses him, for now.
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Date: 2020-11-22 10:03 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-11-23 02:08 am (UTC)He makes a different kind of noise when her hand wraps around his dick. A low rumbling groan that vibrates the air between their lips. His thumbs stroke over her hardened nipples in time with her stroking on his cock. If she speeds up, so does he. A perfect feedback loop.
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Date: 2020-11-23 02:33 am (UTC)This doesn't seem like a moment where she needs her hands to ask yes or more. Shifting closer, she starts to kiss along the line of Max's jaw and down the side of his throat. How worked up can she get him before they need to switch up?