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timboland2018-10-07 09:45 pm
hackitudes) wrote in timboland2018-10-07 09:45 pm
spoiler: tim fights a food coma
[ After a viewing of that edgy Flubber reboot Tim was talking about (and that neither of he nor Ann are willing to speak of for the rest of the night), he couldn't help but feel positively stuffed. The combined unhealthiness of a strawberry shake, a lava cake, XL popcorn, and extra extra butter would be lethal for more sedentary folk, but not Ann and Tim. Sure, they didn't go out and fight crime just yet (although doing so would have been a surefire way to burn off all that food), but they had other... more pressing matters.
All the while, Tim hopes Ann's been enjoying Gotham so far. It was easy to simply fly her over here - for a few days of summer break, is what they planned - what with Tim's access to the state-of-the-art Batplane. They'll pretty much fly the same thing back to Japan, where Tim can get a better grasp of what it means to be a Phantom Thief... once the rest of them get past the fact that he's an American superhero.
Until then, Tim's busy taking Ann to the Robin's Nest: a loft on the topmost floor of a skyscraper. Since the entire property belongs to Wayne Enterprises, Tim has no trouble having his very own place double as a separate, Robin-only headquarters. A home away from home, so to speak, though the Batcave is far from homely.
Once he and Ann are inside, Tim quickly flops onto the sofa, and he groans a bit. On the walk here, he's had a hard time finding the words to admit to his mounting food coma, which is already threatening to take him from the waking world. ]
I can feel it, Ann. A food coma, believe it or not.
[ He looks up at her from where he's lying down, and the sight of it must be rather silly. He already looks like he's just woken up from a nap, and has yet to get a proper grasp of his surroundings. ]
I really didn't think "carbo-loading" like that would have much of an effect, but... here we are.
[ With an apologetic smile, he decides against lying down any longer and sits up. Admittedly, there's something about his tired look, slightly tussled hair, and cozy red sweater that might make for an inviting sight. Though there's also a glimmer of resolve in Tim's eyes, as he doesn't seem willing to yield to sleep's pull just yet. ]
I can think of ways to shock me awake, Ann. I don't doubt they've been on your mind, too.
All the while, Tim hopes Ann's been enjoying Gotham so far. It was easy to simply fly her over here - for a few days of summer break, is what they planned - what with Tim's access to the state-of-the-art Batplane. They'll pretty much fly the same thing back to Japan, where Tim can get a better grasp of what it means to be a Phantom Thief... once the rest of them get past the fact that he's an American superhero.
Until then, Tim's busy taking Ann to the Robin's Nest: a loft on the topmost floor of a skyscraper. Since the entire property belongs to Wayne Enterprises, Tim has no trouble having his very own place double as a separate, Robin-only headquarters. A home away from home, so to speak, though the Batcave is far from homely.
Once he and Ann are inside, Tim quickly flops onto the sofa, and he groans a bit. On the walk here, he's had a hard time finding the words to admit to his mounting food coma, which is already threatening to take him from the waking world. ]
I can feel it, Ann. A food coma, believe it or not.
[ He looks up at her from where he's lying down, and the sight of it must be rather silly. He already looks like he's just woken up from a nap, and has yet to get a proper grasp of his surroundings. ]
I really didn't think "carbo-loading" like that would have much of an effect, but... here we are.
[ With an apologetic smile, he decides against lying down any longer and sits up. Admittedly, there's something about his tired look, slightly tussled hair, and cozy red sweater that might make for an inviting sight. Though there's also a glimmer of resolve in Tim's eyes, as he doesn't seem willing to yield to sleep's pull just yet. ]
I can think of ways to shock me awake, Ann. I don't doubt they've been on your mind, too.
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It takes a concentrated effort not to wiggle her hips to try to get more out of him than he's currently willing to give, face flushing deep red at the feeling of his comparatively cool fingers right up against the heat of her folds. God, that's hot. That and the soft lips paying attention to her sensitive neck are all it takes to turn her from human: person to human: puddle. ]
You're… such a tease. [ She whines, unsure whether she hates or loves it— kind of both? Maybe not right now, though. Right now she wants to tell him that he totally sucks, but god she wants this, wants him so much that she bites down her regular frustration to deal with her sexual frustration instead. She reluctantly withdraws her hand from where it'd snaked up the inside of his sweater, not sure when she'd put it there, doesn't remember doing it.
Her fingers work the buttons of her blouse loose one by one so she can shrug it off, leaving herself bare save for the bra she wore underneath. It's cute, light pink and patterned with white hearts, clearly not anything she'd worn with the intention of him seeing it. She hadn't really thought this would be in the plans for today, but now that they're here… it's what's happening. ]
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Concurrently, Tim's mouth attends to Ann's closest nipple, licking, nibbling, and sucking it in sporadic intervals. He's as fervent and precise doing this as he is down below, fingers now occasionally dipping inside Ann's sex - but only tentatively, tantalizingly so. ]
If I fall asleep doing this, feel free to slap me.
[ He conspicuously neglects to say where, before motioning to suck on Ann's other nipple. Watching Ann become putty in Tim's hands also has a way of... rousing him, and before long, Ann's bound to feel Tim's hardness against her leg. There's no reason to doubt Tim's enjoying this, of course, but now Ann's got solid evidence, so to speak. ]
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She breathes in a hiss and lets it out as a whimper, fingers threading deep in his hair, nails grazing his scalp. All it takes is a few swipes of his tongue to get her nipples standing at attention, back arching to press herself even closer against his mouth. He's still toying with her, but he's more or less giving her exactly what she wants, and it's not an entirely useless endeavor to rock her hips up against his fingers. It's easy to tell by the way his fingers slide over her just how wet Tim has gotten her already. ]
If you fall asleep, I will end you. [ He's the one who got her like this! So now he has to take responsibility for it. And judging from what she feels rubbing up against her leg… he's feeling the same way. Knowing he's turned on turns her on even more, and knowing she's the cause of it is even better. Ann bites back a grin, using her thigh to rub up against him.
She can tease, too, Tim. ]
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There's also a slight sting once Ann grasps Tim's hair, but it's nothing he considers distracting. If anything, all the attention she's giving him is keeping him alert, trivializing the challenge of staying awake in the middle of all this. As Ann bucks her hips against Tim's fingers, Tim pushes back in kind, maintaining a rhythm to deliver as much pleasure as he can through these ministrations - he's progressed from slipping inside Ann every so often to finally thrusting two fingers against her walls.
Ann will find that other aspects of Tim's training - all the strength training and martial arts - is paying off here. Tim doesn't seem to be exerting much effort with his arm, lean yet rippling as his hand pushes Ann's whole body with every thrust of his fingers. Though he lacks the bulk of a bodybuilder, Tim's proven his strength countless times, having shown the ease with which he could lift Ann. Though there's no lifting involved at the moment, this occasion is hardly any different.
Though once Ann starts rubbing her thigh against Tim's length, his strength falters a bit. It's not the fingers in his hair that distract him, but the sudden, sensitive pulse of pleasure that hardens him, that nearly gives him pause. ]
...Heh. Well, one way or another, I'm expecting a good finish.
[ Despite Ann's teasing, Tim's efforts are ceaseless, three of his fingers now inside Ann as his arm continues thrusting. His mouth is equally preoccupied, kissing Ann's neck when he's not kissing or sucking on one of her breasts. ]
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One hand remains embedded deep in his hair, fingertips pressing against his head insistently whenever he does something that feel particularly good. The other runs over his arm, shoulder, his back— anything she can reach, really, appreciating his physique even through his clothing. She likes it, enjoys comparing how it's different from her own, how he's hard in a lot of the places she's soft. She's been to the gym once or twice (but not much more than that) in her lifetime, knows how much work and dedication it takes to get a build like that! For someone who tends to give up halfway through a workout routine, it's impressive.
Her resolve to hold out here is also quickly crumbling beneath her. She feels the slight stretch as he adds a third digit, clenching around them tightly as they continue to push in and out of her. She clutches at him and hooks her foot around his leg, holding him there as if she's afraid he's going to go away or stop what he's doing before she can finish, the little cries escaping her getting higher in volume and pitch the closer she gets. ]
Tim— God. Fuck, I, uh— u-um…
[ She's expecting a good finish, too! ]
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[ Let's just say Dick's been a bad influence.
Fortunately, no amount of wordplay has detracted from Ann's euphoria thus far. Otherwise, she wouldn't be so... responsive. ]
Speechless, Panther?
[ Tim asks in a low voice, incessantly fingering her at a faster pace than before. He's sacrificed power for speed, delivering a consistent sensation as his three fingers move in and out of Ann's sex in rapid intervals. He basks in all of Ann's moaning, pleased with himself that he could reduce her to such a mess.
With past significant others, Tim didn't really prioritize sex and intimacy to this extent. He'd either say it was because he was too busy or because he was just waiting for the right moment, but if he were honest... it was a chasm he just wasn't ready to leap over yet.
Now, it's clear Tim's just found the right person. But no, he's not going to get too sentimental all of a sudden, what with all his handiwork still in progress. Ann might catch him smiling wistfully, but she's bound to forget once Tim starts curling his fingers inside her and applying more force yet again. He offers a different albeit equally consistent sensation now, ceaselessly thrusting his hand between Ann's legs as her wetness becomes all the more audible.
Tim's determined to continue, after all, until Ann's whole body quivers around his fingers and ultimately, she finishes. ]
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Especially not when, moments later, he's breaking out her code name in a tone that warms her straight to her core. It doesn't usually sound so sexy when she hears that name called out. In the heat of battle or when they're talking infiltration strategies… it just sounds like a code name. Serves its purpose. Here? God. It's different. It's also usually not Tim saying it, whispered in the middle of a middle of a rising climax. It takes her off guard but not out of the heat of the moment— if anything, quite the opposite.
And she hopes he knows damn well what he does to her, that it isn't just the what but the who that has her brought down the state she's in. At one point, she hadn't even been sure she'd ever want something like this at all. She'd had full confidence in her conviction whenever she'd told people she had no interest in dating, or the things that went along with it. So it had come as a bit of surprise, then, when she'd wanted not only anyone, but someone in particular… him in particular. Even now she occasionally finds the strength of her own desires a little intimidating, though she's thankful having a bit of experience under her belt makes it a little easier to act on it them and have them returned to her in kind.
Ann's breathing is labored, breathy pants between moans that are only growing louder. She catches just the barest glimpse of a smile on his face before he curls his fingers inside of her, has her squeezing her eyes closed and seeing fireworks behind her eyelids. Her eyebrows pucker in anticipation of release, hands grasping for him, gathering in his sweater and the hair at the nape of his neck. ] Tim!
[ She moans his name one final time and she's there, damn near expertly worked through to orgasm and fluttering around his fingers as she reaches the apex of her pleasure. Her body doesn't just quiver but convulses under him, toes curling just as her fingers had, face flushing a bright red that travels down her neck and over her chest, the color speckling her breasts. Even as she comes down off of it, nerveless fingers finally releasing him, she can't seem to catch her breath, legs and stomach continuing to quake long after she's able to open her eyes and look into his, letting out a breathless laugh as she cups his cheek with her hand. ]
Oh my God. Th-that was… geez.
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Once Ann's pleasure deescalates, the pace of Tim's fingers inside her slows down, until finally, he can relinquish his fingers from within Ann's walls. After feeling he's sucked Ann's breast enough, Tim shifts so he can comfortably curl up against her, a bit breathless himself.
There was definitely some exertion involved, he won't deny that. He's not too tired to kiss her cheek, though, and then her neck. ]
Yeah, it was... yeah.
[ Getting Ann so worked up seems to have gotten Tim worked up as well - as if a candid boner against her thigh wasn't enough evidence already. ]
I kinda didn't know I had it in me, to tell you the truth.
[ "Though you definitely had it in you, so to speak," it crosses his mind for him to say.
He doesn't. ]
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Having his mouth in so many other places had certainly felt damn good— amazing, really— but she'd kind of missed this. She wouldn't openly admit it to him, but kissing Tim just might be her favorite thing… especially when he still tastes just a little bit like lava cake. She runs a hand up and down his arm idly, shimmying up closer to him as her skin loses all of the color he'd put on it, cooling down so that she wants to lean in and steal a little of his body heat.
She pulls away to smile at him, still starry-eyed and giggly on the high of a fantastic orgasm. ]
Guess we know you do now, huh? [ Her hand continues down, ducking under his arm to travel his side and down his hips, and finally, finally, between his legs. She palms his erection through his pants, licking her lips as her dreamy expression shifts to something more mischievous.
He… is wearing way too many clothes for her liking, all of a sudden. ]
Lose the pants, Drake.
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It's hard for him not to smile - beaming, at this point - as Ann giggles throughout. ]
This new knowledge is going in my case files, that's for sure.
[ Upon his last word, the surge of pleasure from Ann's hand almost makes him stutter. Though she's merely palming him through his pants, the gesture's tantalizing enough to harden him significantly, until he realizes he's currently got no need for these pants. ]
As you wish.
[ On Ann's command, Tim pulls his pants down (and his boxers with them), kicking it all aside before finally discarding his hoodie.
He actually wasn't wearing anything underneath, so now he's perfectly nude. Everything's on display here, and that includes the many scars he's accumulated over his vigilante career. Since this might be the first time Ann's ever seen this much of Tim's skin, Tim's not sure what she'll make of it.
He might have been shier about these once, but with Ann... at least he knows he's got nothing to hide. ]
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Except maybe his disarming smile. ]
Wanna see what else we can put in your case files? [ That same mischievous glint in her eye is just as apparent in her voice, and she pushes herself up to sit up enough to watch him undress. Unwittingly, she draws the corner of her bottom lip between her teeth as he divests himself of the last of his clothing, giving him an appreciative once-over… and groaning, lowering to press her forehead against his stomach. ]
Ugh, okay— you're… I just want you to know, you are very hot and I, honestly— mmph. [ She is a very lucky girl.
She presses perfectly glossed lips against his skin and lifts herself back, allowing a more prolonged view. She's not really surprised to see his scars. She has a few herself, things that just hadn't healed up right even with the use of her Persona— though she counts herself extremely lucky, even that being the case. Tim doesn't have magic healing powers to ease away the pain and help mend cuts and bruises back to non-existence. Ann can only imagine what he's been through, something warm and protective rising from the pit of her stomach and gripping at her heart. She pushes the feeling aside for now, instead choosing to place a hand against his abdomen and leave it there as she shifts her hips to lay back down on her side. ]
I'm borrowing your shoulder! [ That's all the warning he gets before she rests her head against it. She settles in close to get comfortable and slides her hand southward, fingers wrapping lightly and gently around his cock to give it a single warm stroke. Teeth sinking into her lip again, she tips her head up to watch his face, hand finding a slow but steady rhythm. ]
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[ Maybe the thought of Batman isn't something Tim should invoke in all this intimacy, but now it's too late for a retraction. At this, he shoots Ann a nervous smile - made all the more nervous by her compliments as she ogles his nude form.
Once Ann rests her head on Tim's shoulder, he tilts his head to kiss her forehead, just before he finds Ann's fingers wrapped around the girth of his cock. Though this is but the first of many strokes to come, still dry at the touch, it's these tentative gestures that nearly send Tim reeling. He feels a shiver down his spine as Ann continues to stroke him, his cock hardening in her hand.
Despite this and how utterly disarming it can be, Tim finds it in himself to fondle Ann, hand squeezing the whole of her breast as his thumb attends to a hardening nipple. ]
Borrow... anything you want.
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Her fingers stutter against him as he touches her, the giggles she'd been suppressing against his skin turning into whines, instead. Every time his hands find her skin it feels good, breaks her concentration&dmash; but she's determined to keep her focus on him, even if every touch threatens to break it. She'd been greedy with milkshakes and chocolate straws, but she won't be greedy here… for now, anyway. After all, just a squeeze and a brush of his thumb has made her thrum with need again, just like that. They'll have to do something about that eventually, but, not just yet. She has other ideas. ]
Mmm, so… what kind of details are you after? [ He's hot and hard and heavy against her palm, and though her touch is still a little hesitant, she's gaining confidence each and every time she gets a reaction out of him. Ann hooks a leg over his, knee pressing into the sofa between his so she can push herself up onto it, bending her other knee to tuck against his hip, ending up straddling his thigh. It's easier this way, to use both hands, bringing one up to her mouth and coming away with it wet, then doing the same with the other— to add some moisture to the mix, though she can already tell it isn't exactly enough. Her strokes grow a little more firm, shifting between looking at him laid out in front of her and his cock enveloped by all ten of her fingers. ]
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Details, huh...?
[ Might seem like it, but Tim would swear he's not in a state of total delirium just yet. ]
Very... candid ones.
[ He has the wherewithal, at least, to reach for one of Ann's breasts, fondling it softly. ]
The hands-on kind.
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Ann won't make him chase far, gradually picking up the pace with her hands. She was already getting good reactions out of him; she can feel him tense underneath her and even see his muscles contracting. Just as he's never felt something like this before, she's never done it before, letting the way he moves, the sounds he makes, the look on his face guide her. Not that that's the only reason she's watching. He looks damn good like this. ]
I'm a fan of hands-on. [ Clearly, if the way her back arches and hips involuntarily rock down against his thigh the moment he touches her is any indication. ]
But… I'm kinda wondering how you'd feel about… um, other-stuff-on.
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Other stuff?
[ Sometimes, by the way, Tim's thigh has been bucking up amidst Ann's ministrations, as he hopes the resulting friction offers a tentative sensation. He doesn't do it too often; just enough to keep her engaged, continuing now as he speaks. ]
Can't imagine anything I'd be opposed to. But first--
[ He sits up, though he's hunched over so he can properly suck one of Ann's breasts, fondling her other one all the while. It's brief, just enough to get a rise and moan out of her, until Tim lets go and reclines onto his back once more. ]
Just had to get that out of the way.
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With each bounce of his leg she'd been grinding herself down against it in response, his thigh and the seam of her leggings pressing against her just right to draw out a few moans that she keeps trapped behind sealed lips. Ann can feel the heat rising in her cheeks, but— she's supposed to be making him feel good, dammit!
She has to get off of him before she gets off on him. Again. ]
You're so distracting. [ She tries to sound annoyed, but she can't help herself from smiling. Ugh. She's crazy about him.
She removes her hands entirely from him to hold her weight as she leans over him to quickly kiss his lips, playfully repeating his words— ] Just had to get that out of the way. [ —and pulling away just as fast, going back down…
Lower…
Until she's settled on her knees between his legs, rather than straddling one, taking his length gently in hand. She gives it a few loose pumps as she lowers herself to guide the head between her moistened lips, tongue laid flat against it. The ends of her pigtails, brush against his hips, blue eyes focused on his face. ]
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I aim to please.
[ --spoken just before Ann echoes his previous words in jest. The kiss quickly shuts him up, thankfully, and Tim's curiosity engrosses him as Ann lowers herself between his legs. He obviously sees where this is going, but he can't fight the fascinated look on his face as Ann proceeds along his tip.
The eye contact's inescapable, though Tim makes no effort to flee. He relishes in the sight, his own blue eye transfixed on hers. He smiles nervously, but isn't too shy at this point, his hand cupping her cheek as she looks up at him. ]
I can't tell if this is more cute than sexy, or more sexy than cute...
[ With his hand still on her cheek, he strokes it with his thumb, his fingers delicate to the touch. ]
But I'm also starting to wonder if there's even a difference.
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Her mouth is warm and slick and slides over him easily, even as she pulls it off of him to remark: ]
It can be both, can't it? [ The weight of his cock bounces slightly against her lips as she speaks, pointing out her tongue to swipe and flick at the underside of the head, back and forth. She'd been going for sexy, but… cute is acceptable, too. Both is good. Both is perfect.
The urge to lean into his touch is nearly irresistible but she does manage to win out against it in the end. Instead, she lets the fingers of her free hand, the one not still steadily stroking him, find his and curl around them, holding his hand there gently. She smiles, mostly to herself, toes wiggling excitedly against the cushion underneath her as she lovingly takes him into her mouth again. All of his touches ignited one thing or another in Ann, but these more tender ones do something different than the rest.
His hand gets one warm squeeze before she gets to work. She's the first to break eye contact, brows kneading in concentration as she starts a shallow bobbing motion, slowly working her way further down until her lips meet her fist. ]
omg lol it's okay!
[ It's at this point that Tim's fingers fold between Ann's, as he readily accepts her free hand. ]
You are both, and I'm just babbling...
[ Well, he can't really continue speaking, or let alone focus on speaking, given the circumstances.
The twofold sensation of Ann's ministrations, her hand and mouth acting in unison, thoroughly disarms him. From one distinct yet consistent feeling to another, Tim's beside himself in pleasure, groaning with each stroke of Ann's hand, every bobbing of her head. He bucks up slightly once more, yearning for more of Ann, more of what she can give him. Ann's bound to notice how conspicuously tense he is below the waist, how clearly he's anticipating the next sensation that'll drive him over the edge.
Until that moment comes, until he can finally do away with all that tension, he's thoroughly entrenched in the present. His eyes never stray from Ann for long, even as she looks down in full focus. His hand tightens around hers, as his other hand - no longer stroking the side of her cheek, now that her movements are a little more involved - strokes the back of her shoulder, the space between her shoulder and her neck, and so on.
As much as he's the recipient of Ann's generosity at this moment, Tim hopes he's adequately expressing his appreciation. ]
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At last she's found her rhythm, little sounds trapping themselves in her mouth, a sympathetic moan in the back of her throat, unable to escape. Her lips are too flush to his skin to allow them past. Ann's cheeks hollow out even as she focuses more of her attention on the tip of his cock, letting her hand move up to meet her rather than the other way around, the suction accompanied by an almost embarrassingly lewd sound. It's not enough to stop her, however, further encouraged by the warm hand petting at her skin and the strong hold he has on her hand to adamantly lavish attention on his glans.
Finally, she is able to lift her gaze to meet his again— she doesn't think she's surprised to see Tim's eyes on her, but it still makes her heart leap. The look and the sound of him, it's all a turn on, and she's starting to see why she'd had so much of an affect on him, before. She can feel every one of his groans between her legs, her thighs inching closer together underneath her, seeking out that barest bit of stimulation doing so can give her. She presses them tightly against one another, just as tightly as she squeezes his hand. ]
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Despite this, his powers of observation haven't wholly left him-- he can see Ann quivering below her waist. That and the earnestness in her eyes, the affection, sends him even closer to the edge as her ministrations continue. She is, after all, taking him right to the inevitable conclusion of her handiwork - something indicated by the stiffening of Tim's thighs, the shortness of his breath, the transformation of his stifled grunts to unbridled moans-- all of it a welcome sight, as Tim finally releases. ]
Ann--!!
[ Whichever way Ann chooses to deal with this, Tim leaves plenty for her to work with, cum releasing with every twitch of his cock. A little even lands on her cheek and her cleavage, after which Tim winces at her nervously. This is clearly the most action he's gotten in a long time, and it's clearly also been a while since his last nocturnal emission, so... ]
...Sorry about that.
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Startled, she pulls away— not exactly her brightest move, catching some of his release on her cheek, instead of in her mouth. Her chest, too, though she barely registers that between swallowing thickly and watching as the remnants of his orgasm coat her hand, still wrapped around him and stroking slowly as he finishes. Ann takes her hand off of him, covered in cum that stretches and webs over her fingers as she pulls them apart.
His wince is met with a smile that turns into a giggle— guess she finds it funny. ]
I-It's okay. I mean, what did I think would happen right? [ She turns her hand to the side, uses the clean part to try to wipe some of what's on her cheek away, making a mental note to herself to keep her mouth on him the whole time. Way less messy. She licks her lips free of any of the remainder and sits up straight, smiling like the cat that got the cream— because she technically is. ]
Not to sound like a broken record or anything, but that was… I mean, wow. [ A little unsure: ] Um. It… was, right?
sorry for the delay! RL got super busy :T
Sorry, Ann-- my ears are ringing.
[ He look so disoriented it's almost pitiful, but it's also a very elated sort of dishevelment. So he smiles at her warmly, leaning down to kiss her forehead. ]
You... you did a damn good job, you know that?
[ For good measure, his lips meet hers in a brief yet fervent kiss. He retreats to lean back against the sofa, sated and spent. ]
We might have to start doing this more often.
aw, it's okay!! but also so rude, RL. hope it gives you a break soon!
It's actually hard to kiss him back with as much passion as he gives her when she can't keep herself from smiling against his lips. When he lays back, she gives up on trying to keep her giddiness contained, grinning from ear to ear. ]
You, uh… you really got me good, huh? [ Her hand, her face, and now, she's noticing, her chest, too. She swipes over it, collects it on the tip of her finger, and pops it in her mouth to swipe her tongue over. When he'd come, it had all just kind of… gone down her throat. She hadn't really gotten a chance to taste him, then. It's odd, salty, but not awful… she definitely wouldn't mind doing this more often, especially given how content the whole affair had left him looking.
But the cum on her hand is starting to get annoying, mostly because she wants to touch him, and using just the one clean hand isn't enough. ] One sec! [ Ann hops up off of the sofa and goes to her purse, fumbling inside to grab some pocket tissues to clean herself off. Once finished, she returns to reclaim his shoulder— she hadn't say she was done with it, yet— settling herself tucked in closely to his side. Her now-clean hand can wrap around his midsection to hug him, too— exactly what she'd wanted. Much better. ]
Totally agreed. And, um, maybe… more than that, too? [ Ann glances up at him through her eyelashes, a little bit hopeful. ]
thanks!!
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