constellationprize | mistletoe day 312

[ turning to face him a little more ]

Then - if you want to touch me more, then ...

[pulling back, just enough that they're facing each other rather than embracing]

I wonder where you'd like to be touched, though.

[sliding a hand along her side, settling near her waist]

Well - . . .

[ lets out a short sigh as she relaxes into the touch, a hand of her own shifting to settle at his thigh ]

More than that, too . . . I should be touching you too, shouldn't I?

Why don't I praise you a little more?

How about you praise me more while I touch you?

[the hand slips further down and around to her ass]

Oh my. But -

[ cuts herself off just briefly as she nestles in against him, leaning in to give him easier access to her ass; her hand slips further, up to his inner thigh, slowly stroking at him ]

Is that really okay for you, I wonder...?

Hm? Why wouldn't it?

[with a slight hitch to his breath as he kneads her ass, just a little roughly]

Well -

[ despite saying so her own breathing has already grown audibly less even, squirming against him for room to rub her thighs together as she feels out the shape of his cock through his pants, palming at it ]

Because with you - you'll always get excited really quickly, won't you? And after that happens, you'll want to be touched too -

Or is it that you want to see how long you'll be able to endure it . . . ?

It's not like I don't wanna be touched too, but...

[rocking against her hand a little despite himself]

But...?

[ and stopping her hand, suddenly, pulling away just as he makes to shift into the touch ]

[whines faintly, his own hand stopping its motion]

I- I wanna make sure I get to touch you.

[ the ideas that it's beyond her, that it's more than she really deserves to have, that there is some moral wrong in her enjoyment that she continually partakes of despite herself seem - not absent under the food and drink, but so far away now as to weigh that much less, and she glances at him briefly, thoughtful. ]

[ then, softly - ]

... Mm.

[ and, removing her hand from his thigh entirely - she shifts forward to rest on him, straddling his hips, her head tilted forward just such that he can hear her voice right in his ear, ]

Then - I'll praise you a lot, and you can touch me as much as you want -

Okay?

[with a bit of a tremble to his voice,]

...Yeah. That sounds good.

[and his hand is slipping from her ass between her legs, easier to reach with her new position]

But I wonder where I should start -

[ it's sighed out as his hand shifts, her legs shifting with it to give him easier access - between them he can feel a heat and moisture already accumulated there, tights slick with her arousal ]

Other than those things things . . . beyond them, too, there's your personality, isn't there?

[stroking at that heat slowly, teasingly]

There can't be much to praise about that, right?

That's not true -

[ her breath hitches some against his ear, hips rocking slowly into the contact; under the touch of his fingers he can feel a telltale firmness, clit straining needy against the layers of fabric ]

Even if you don't think so - ... I've always thought that you had a really wonderful personality, you know...? Even when it was more difficult for me to understand - I've always thought you were really, really wonderful. You're always honest, and always doing your best to live earnestly as yourself . . .

... Don't you think that's admirable...?

Edited (it was like 7am and I could not for the life of me remember the word "firm") 2020-12-25 14:16 (UTC)

[his breath catches a bit as well, her reaction and praise making his own heat rise, and he presses a little harder against her clit]

I've, ah... never really thought about myself like that.

It's - the truth, you know ... ?

[ though there is, distinctly

a... not frustration, but a tinge of impatience to her voice, a huskiness underlined by the way she shifts her weight into his hand as if to create more friction for herself, all but rutting against him ]

I love you . . .

Mm, love you too.

[not getting any more hurried in his motions despite her impatience. bully]

[ how the turntables . . .

it's soft, but he can hear her whine a little, from deep in her throat - taking their time is more than ideal to her, she wants to praise him more, to tease him more, savor his fluster and the sound of his breathing and the shifts in his temperature this close to her, commit them to memory, but. ]

Then - your ...

[ but she's wearing too much and the nylons of her tights are so smooth that any touch feels painfully insufficient, too smooth, has her crane her hips into his fingers in rhythm with each motion of his hand, then quicker and with more pressure, trying to set the pace herself ]

Mm, there's more about your personality, but after that - it has to be your appearance, right . . . ?

[cute cute cute she's cute and he wants to hear more of those noises, feel more of her heat]

Let's hear it, then.

I like - ah...

[ a brief pause to catch her breath before she continues, voice trembling, uneven with an undisguised need, her tongue heavy in her mouth, ]

You know, there isn't really anyone that works the way that Luci does, so it isn't the same kind of thing as that, but I think - more than you realize, too . . .

Um, you know about it, I know ... because it's something you like being praised for when you realize it, don't you...? But even more than that, you're always working really hard, and always thinking of other people - . . . everyone here is really kind, but that includes you too, you know - ?

[briefly pausing

oh no he thought she was moving on to the physical things he misunderstood oh no

he has been defeated]

[ - !!

as if realizing her opportunity, her head dips forward just a bit more, lips brushing skin now, her breath warm against his ear,

when she speaks, the tremble persists - his reaction only seeming to stoke the flames, make her excitement more apparent than his touch and presence alone - but there is a certain intent to the way she lowers her voice, the playful tone she tries to affect. bully ]

What's wrong - ?

[h ow tHe TUrntabl Es]

W-well- it was more than I was expecting, that's all-

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