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Cobb can't promise himself or her that he won't forget and try to kiss her, so it's best one of them is on top of that. This is new to him and the impulse is there, but his mind is able to remind him. What happens when she's blown his mind? He might not think of it then, so it's something he'll have to pound into his head over time. Cause he doesn't plan for this to be a one-time thing, depending on how it goes. "Yeah, we'll definitely be talkin' about how many more superpowers you've got, sweetheart."
He's amused and not put off by it. Flying, touch powers, super strength? He doesn't know what a powerful, brilliant, sexy woman like her is doing with an ordinary fella like him, but he's definitely not going to argue with it. Rogue's made it clear she wants him. That's all she's got to say. Cobb laughs again when he's tossed on the bed, bouncing with the movement, and he takes a good long look at her.
"What?" he asks, looking genuinely confused why she says original until she goes down on her knees. He clears his throat. Well. Fine yes. That wasn't actually his intention but who is he to argue? Cobb enjoys a nice look at her ass while she's on her fours, seriously he'll keep looking at it as long as she lets him. He reaches down to touch her hair since that's always safe. He sits up on the bed and turns toward her. "Is it unoriginal to tell you you're the most beautiful person I've ever seen, when I've already told you that?" He's said prettiest, but same thing. And he means it.
The box is exactly where he said, directly under the bed with the things that Perseus suggested for him. A little of the lube has already been used during a few lusty nights by himself, thinking of her, and he's never had anything like that before. He's going to be opening a door to the exciting world of things made for sex they never would've imagined on Tatooine. The latex includes gloves, enough for both of them and then some, dental dams, condoms, some other things Perseus thought of that he confusedly agreed to. "Hand me gloves, would you? I need to get my hands on you."
He's amused and not put off by it. Flying, touch powers, super strength? He doesn't know what a powerful, brilliant, sexy woman like her is doing with an ordinary fella like him, but he's definitely not going to argue with it. Rogue's made it clear she wants him. That's all she's got to say. Cobb laughs again when he's tossed on the bed, bouncing with the movement, and he takes a good long look at her.
"What?" he asks, looking genuinely confused why she says original until she goes down on her knees. He clears his throat. Well. Fine yes. That wasn't actually his intention but who is he to argue? Cobb enjoys a nice look at her ass while she's on her fours, seriously he'll keep looking at it as long as she lets him. He reaches down to touch her hair since that's always safe. He sits up on the bed and turns toward her. "Is it unoriginal to tell you you're the most beautiful person I've ever seen, when I've already told you that?" He's said prettiest, but same thing. And he means it.
The box is exactly where he said, directly under the bed with the things that Perseus suggested for him. A little of the lube has already been used during a few lusty nights by himself, thinking of her, and he's never had anything like that before. He's going to be opening a door to the exciting world of things made for sex they never would've imagined on Tatooine. The latex includes gloves, enough for both of them and then some, dental dams, condoms, some other things Perseus thought of that he confusedly agreed to. "Hand me gloves, would you? I need to get my hands on you."
"That depends on how many times you make me cum tonight," she teases, though there's enough of a serious undertow that it's quite possible she's going to hold him to that. Rogue figures he's going to do just fine at that given his level of eager interest. Though this living together while physically canoodling probably isn't the most advisable course of action, not when there's such an attraction. He's good people and while it all feels easy when she's with him, which is proven by how he's laughing about being carried and dumped onto the bed, Cobb deserves someone he can touch properly.
Though that's putting the cart before the horse. For now she enjoys the shift in his expression when she drops to her knees, hopefully putting a few other mental images in his head as well as her own. If she had to choose only one sexual act she could do while able to touch it'd be oral, hands down, so the idea of putting her mouth to savoring on his dragon has her juices literally flowing.
"Teenage boys tend to hide their spank bank material under their beds. Dirty magazines an the like." Meanwhile women use their imaginations and have a draw or so of toys. Rogue just so happens to have curated quite the collection over the years, for obvious reasons. Wait until Cobb learns about remote vibrators. With great power comes great responsibility.
Even bent over with her ass full stop in the air, his comment has her smiling. "Not if you mean it." It's sweet and warming, and she peers up at him through the mess of hair falling in her face when she sits up, box situating in her lap. She's soon dropping her attention back down to said contents, taking inventory and already picking out two gloves to hand to him by the time he asks. "Ah see some of the lub's already been used," she murmurs coyly as she glances up at him, admiring the simple fella from Tatoonie for a bit longer.
Though that's putting the cart before the horse. For now she enjoys the shift in his expression when she drops to her knees, hopefully putting a few other mental images in his head as well as her own. If she had to choose only one sexual act she could do while able to touch it'd be oral, hands down, so the idea of putting her mouth to savoring on his dragon has her juices literally flowing.
"Teenage boys tend to hide their spank bank material under their beds. Dirty magazines an the like." Meanwhile women use their imaginations and have a draw or so of toys. Rogue just so happens to have curated quite the collection over the years, for obvious reasons. Wait until Cobb learns about remote vibrators. With great power comes great responsibility.
Even bent over with her ass full stop in the air, his comment has her smiling. "Not if you mean it." It's sweet and warming, and she peers up at him through the mess of hair falling in her face when she sits up, box situating in her lap. She's soon dropping her attention back down to said contents, taking inventory and already picking out two gloves to hand to him by the time he asks. "Ah see some of the lub's already been used," she murmurs coyly as she glances up at him, admiring the simple fella from Tatoonie for a bit longer.
"What a mouth on you," he teases. "Soon enough it'll be mine on you instead." Cobb was assured by the droid (hilariously) that the options would make it easy to do things with her without the risk. So he's already been thinking that way. What he likes is how open she is about her expectations, that she expects him to get on her level and this'll be a two way street. Her upfront quality is one of his favorites. Sure, sleeping with a roommate might not be wise, but Cobb's feeling alright about it. Maybe he just has faith in them.
"Ahhh, I see. We don't got that sort of thing, but I've got a good imagination." He's sure there are holovids he would find that are suggestive, but it's not really something he needs to bother with. He can picture women and men naked just fine.
Cobb wraps one of her curls around his finger and tugs it affectionately. "Course I mean it," he says softly. There's no denying the truth in his tone. His eyes mirror it. He's a genuine person that way. "Been amazed at your beauty from the moment I saw you." She knows, considering even his best attempt not to openly stare failed. He doesn't see a reason to pretend now that they're here. Now that he's grabbing the gloves from her and slipping them on. "Then I got to know you and you're beautiful in more than one way." The second they're on, Cobb cups her face. This is much better than the other, he can feel her heat better. It's closer to actual touch than he expected.
"Yeah, never had that sorta thing before." Cobb lets his hand slide from her cheek to her neck. "I was thinkin' of you right here in this bed, darlin'. C'mere. Climb back on. I wanna be the one to touch you this time." He brushes his fingers on her bottom lip, leaning in to kiss the glove instead of her mouth like he showed her that first time. It isn't perfect, but the gesture is well-meant. He pats his lap, fully intending on swooping her onto her back the first chance he gets. How else is he supposed to get on multiple climaxes?
"Ahhh, I see. We don't got that sort of thing, but I've got a good imagination." He's sure there are holovids he would find that are suggestive, but it's not really something he needs to bother with. He can picture women and men naked just fine.
Cobb wraps one of her curls around his finger and tugs it affectionately. "Course I mean it," he says softly. There's no denying the truth in his tone. His eyes mirror it. He's a genuine person that way. "Been amazed at your beauty from the moment I saw you." She knows, considering even his best attempt not to openly stare failed. He doesn't see a reason to pretend now that they're here. Now that he's grabbing the gloves from her and slipping them on. "Then I got to know you and you're beautiful in more than one way." The second they're on, Cobb cups her face. This is much better than the other, he can feel her heat better. It's closer to actual touch than he expected.
"Yeah, never had that sorta thing before." Cobb lets his hand slide from her cheek to her neck. "I was thinkin' of you right here in this bed, darlin'. C'mere. Climb back on. I wanna be the one to touch you this time." He brushes his fingers on her bottom lip, leaning in to kiss the glove instead of her mouth like he showed her that first time. It isn't perfect, but the gesture is well-meant. He pats his lap, fully intending on swooping her onto her back the first chance he gets. How else is he supposed to get on multiple climaxes?
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"Ah do. It's mighty dangerous." And not just quite literally either. Her tone makes it clear that she's pointedly adding to his mental image and future spank bank, along with whatever trouble he's going to enjoy from that mouth of hers tonight. "Good. You can put that creativity to good use then." She expects him to do that, what with his claims and box of sex barrier goodies. Just thinking about that while looking up at him washes heat over her again, her teeth dragging over her lower lip.
There's not a doubt in her mind that every word that's come out of Cobb's mouth has been genuine, least to her, but she leans into the tug of reassurance anyways, ever so slightly inclining her head. It's almost terrifying how upfront he is with his compliments, and if it weren't for a particular Cajun, the openness might have had her shying away and deflecting. Or, maybe it's just Cobb himself.
Either way, she's leaning into it, into him, and him when she feels the heat of his hands against her skin her body sinks and she groans at the touch, mouth parting. She reaches up one hand to return the favor, the lust and hot desire rising back to the surface in a boil, like a contained fire suddenly receiving a rush oxygen. Even so, he receives a lopsided grin before her tongue reaches out to drag across the fingers against her mouth. "You act like you ain't a single ounce of handsome and charm in you."
One hand on the box, she's already easing to her feet with a float, setting the box in reach on his bed before climbing where requested. She doesn't quite settle her weight over him and his dragon though, lowering just enough so that the heat of her barely ghosted along the peak of his trapped cock. But her hands? They're pressing against his stomach and sliding upwards, feeling the strength of him through the layers of fabric. "Tell me 'bout what you thought 'bout, what got you off."
There's not a doubt in her mind that every word that's come out of Cobb's mouth has been genuine, least to her, but she leans into the tug of reassurance anyways, ever so slightly inclining her head. It's almost terrifying how upfront he is with his compliments, and if it weren't for a particular Cajun, the openness might have had her shying away and deflecting. Or, maybe it's just Cobb himself.
Either way, she's leaning into it, into him, and him when she feels the heat of his hands against her skin her body sinks and she groans at the touch, mouth parting. She reaches up one hand to return the favor, the lust and hot desire rising back to the surface in a boil, like a contained fire suddenly receiving a rush oxygen. Even so, he receives a lopsided grin before her tongue reaches out to drag across the fingers against her mouth. "You act like you ain't a single ounce of handsome and charm in you."
One hand on the box, she's already easing to her feet with a float, setting the box in reach on his bed before climbing where requested. She doesn't quite settle her weight over him and his dragon though, lowering just enough so that the heat of her barely ghosted along the peak of his trapped cock. But her hands? They're pressing against his stomach and sliding upwards, feeling the strength of him through the layers of fabric. "Tell me 'bout what you thought 'bout, what got you off."
It's been awhile for him and this is very different ground from what he's used to, but he's not going to let that weasel into his brain with concern. He still knows what he's doing and this easy confidence of his is natural. It'd take a lot more to throw him off his game. But sure, he wants to impress her. Or at least satisfy her. That's the plan. He's good at executing plans. "I'm already putting that creativity to good use." The box!
Cobb is already pleased with how well he can feel her skin through the latex, but when her tongue comes in and he can feel the wetness, it's a welcome delight. It won't be better than skin contact, but it's definitely better than the gloves they've been using until now. Rogue must be sensitive to touch, which isn't a surprise, but the way she groans and presses into it tells him plenty. "Oh really? Tell me I'm pretty." Cobb knows he's handsome and charming, not to the point of being arrogant, but his face and humor have actively gotten him out of trouble before. It's still nice to hear though.
Cobb's hands immediately go to her ass because finally - finally! - he can touch it. It's such a fine one. His hands happily cup her and squeeze, impressed with the muscle in it. She's muscular from head to toe too, he can see it in her arms on other days. Cobb has plenty of it too, it's just a more lean sort of muscular. He pauses at the question because truth is, his fantasies involve her being able to touch him. Mostly because he thinks about sex, and he's not sure how easy that would be to make happen with the skin problem.
"Your mouth on me, my mouth on you. You ridin' me." Cobb thinks she'd be so fucking beautiful while doing that. Powerful too. One hand strokes over her legs and then moves between them, slipping under her panties. She is wet, like he hoped, and he can feel it on his fingers. Perfect. He looks up at her with that smirk of his as his fingers tease her, running them around the rim of her opening. "What your face would look like when I'm pleasin' you." He slides a finger into her, his thumb curving up to find her clit and very gently press against it.
Cobb is already pleased with how well he can feel her skin through the latex, but when her tongue comes in and he can feel the wetness, it's a welcome delight. It won't be better than skin contact, but it's definitely better than the gloves they've been using until now. Rogue must be sensitive to touch, which isn't a surprise, but the way she groans and presses into it tells him plenty. "Oh really? Tell me I'm pretty." Cobb knows he's handsome and charming, not to the point of being arrogant, but his face and humor have actively gotten him out of trouble before. It's still nice to hear though.
Cobb's hands immediately go to her ass because finally - finally! - he can touch it. It's such a fine one. His hands happily cup her and squeeze, impressed with the muscle in it. She's muscular from head to toe too, he can see it in her arms on other days. Cobb has plenty of it too, it's just a more lean sort of muscular. He pauses at the question because truth is, his fantasies involve her being able to touch him. Mostly because he thinks about sex, and he's not sure how easy that would be to make happen with the skin problem.
"Your mouth on me, my mouth on you. You ridin' me." Cobb thinks she'd be so fucking beautiful while doing that. Powerful too. One hand strokes over her legs and then moves between them, slipping under her panties. She is wet, like he hoped, and he can feel it on his fingers. Perfect. He looks up at her with that smirk of his as his fingers tease her, running them around the rim of her opening. "What your face would look like when I'm pleasin' you." He slides a finger into her, his thumb curving up to find her clit and very gently press against it.
They've proven themselves to both be adaptable people, and she's confident in their ability to enjoy each other to the fullest extent possible. She's not above communicating her needs and what she likes, and she hasn't gotten the impression that he's going to mind additional direction. She's the expert in her own body after all, so he's going to get her opinion on matters.
Latex has a taste, but she's accustomed to it at this point. Feeling the heat and texture of him was delightful, exciting her for what she expects to come (and to cum). Even after indulging on Sarano, Rogue couldn't glean enough physical contact. She doesn't think she'll ever get enough if she's being honest. There's not exactly enough to balance the years of deprecation, of negative association, and of the haunting guilt that came with her mutation, at least not a quantitative one.
That teasing question tended to have a different level of response depending directly on that level of arrogance. For Remy, who knew his beauty to the point of an over-inflate ego, she would push back harder, knowing it would do little to dampen his confidence. But he enjoyed that level of feisty. She's unsure how much to push with Cobb. "You're a well-aged man. Like a good whiskey." And her drawl runs smooth and low as he touches her.
When his hands find her ass, Rogue takes that as the opportunity to settle her weight against him and nestle the wet heat of her soaking through her panties, the squeeze encouraging her to rock more roughly against him. She shudders again, exhaling a breathy moan at this and his answer. "Ah rarely get the chance to properly suck a cock or sit on a pretty face." And damn does she love giving and receiving oral, one of the most intimate skin on skin contact she thinks. There's a huff of a knowing laugh at the not of her riding him. To no one's surprise, she loves being on top.
He distracts her from redundantly acknowledging that fact when his fingers slide against her, a warm shiver of anticipation rolling through her at the heat of him. And he doesn't have to wait long for her face to start shifting into one of more obvious pleasure, small cracks appearing in her composure. They only grow when he slips inside her with another moan from her, and while his touch is light, she adjusts her hips to give him a better angle, more room to work. It's also probably no surprise that she's just as strong there as the rest of her alludes. "Likewise sugah. Ah want to wreck you." In the best way possible.
Latex has a taste, but she's accustomed to it at this point. Feeling the heat and texture of him was delightful, exciting her for what she expects to come (and to cum). Even after indulging on Sarano, Rogue couldn't glean enough physical contact. She doesn't think she'll ever get enough if she's being honest. There's not exactly enough to balance the years of deprecation, of negative association, and of the haunting guilt that came with her mutation, at least not a quantitative one.
That teasing question tended to have a different level of response depending directly on that level of arrogance. For Remy, who knew his beauty to the point of an over-inflate ego, she would push back harder, knowing it would do little to dampen his confidence. But he enjoyed that level of feisty. She's unsure how much to push with Cobb. "You're a well-aged man. Like a good whiskey." And her drawl runs smooth and low as he touches her.
When his hands find her ass, Rogue takes that as the opportunity to settle her weight against him and nestle the wet heat of her soaking through her panties, the squeeze encouraging her to rock more roughly against him. She shudders again, exhaling a breathy moan at this and his answer. "Ah rarely get the chance to properly suck a cock or sit on a pretty face." And damn does she love giving and receiving oral, one of the most intimate skin on skin contact she thinks. There's a huff of a knowing laugh at the not of her riding him. To no one's surprise, she loves being on top.
He distracts her from redundantly acknowledging that fact when his fingers slide against her, a warm shiver of anticipation rolling through her at the heat of him. And he doesn't have to wait long for her face to start shifting into one of more obvious pleasure, small cracks appearing in her composure. They only grow when he slips inside her with another moan from her, and while his touch is light, she adjusts her hips to give him a better angle, more room to work. It's also probably no surprise that she's just as strong there as the rest of her alludes. "Likewise sugah. Ah want to wreck you." In the best way possible.
"Well-aged doesn't sound pretty but I'll take it." Like beggars can be choosers at this point. Cobb thinks it's funny and it's not like he needs her praise. She finds him attractive enough to do this with him. He's fairly certain the best praise he'll get is making her feel good. He doesn't have much of an ego, arrogance is not a big quality of his, although he has his cocky moments. It's easier to do when you're wearing Mandalorian armor though.
Cobb moans right back at her when she goes back to grinding on top of him, glad his ideas appeal to her too, since it's all he's been thinking of. "Well the droid said ---" He gasps and moves up toward her. "He got us things that can make that happen." The sucking and sitting. Cobb can tell pretty easily the hows too, they're straightforward. He actually thought the most they'd ever get to do to each other without touch was mutual masturbation, but he's learning to open his imagintion big time. It's glorious. Though now he has to think about the reality of her mouth on him (through something else) and that's a dangerous road for right now.
Cobb moves two fingers into her, she's so open and receptive and giving him a better angle. He watches her face and thrusts slowly, rubbing her clit in a slow circle to go along with his exploration of her. "Tell me how you like it, sweetheart. What d'you want me to do for you?" She's a forward person which is something he really likes about her, and he's all for letting Rogue run the show on her side. He's adaptable and he wants this to be good for her, needs this to be good for her. It's not just about lust between them but also about him proving she doesn't need a necklace to get what she needs.
He can't resist using his other hand to pull that baggy shirt off her finally. "I'll keep mine on," he reassures immediately. Almost like he's anticipating her concerns about the free skin and adjusting for it. Cobb's had a powerful need to see her breasts free because they are inescapably big and beautiful even with clothes on. They are absolutely better than his imagination could provide, his mouth watering just looking at them. "You're a dream come true, darlin'." The sweetness drips out of him although it's sensual too, she's a wet dream more like. Now he can actually get his gloved hand on her, more directly massaging her nipple, trying to keep himself from wanting to lick them. He licks his lips instead.
Cobb moans right back at her when she goes back to grinding on top of him, glad his ideas appeal to her too, since it's all he's been thinking of. "Well the droid said ---" He gasps and moves up toward her. "He got us things that can make that happen." The sucking and sitting. Cobb can tell pretty easily the hows too, they're straightforward. He actually thought the most they'd ever get to do to each other without touch was mutual masturbation, but he's learning to open his imagintion big time. It's glorious. Though now he has to think about the reality of her mouth on him (through something else) and that's a dangerous road for right now.
Cobb moves two fingers into her, she's so open and receptive and giving him a better angle. He watches her face and thrusts slowly, rubbing her clit in a slow circle to go along with his exploration of her. "Tell me how you like it, sweetheart. What d'you want me to do for you?" She's a forward person which is something he really likes about her, and he's all for letting Rogue run the show on her side. He's adaptable and he wants this to be good for her, needs this to be good for her. It's not just about lust between them but also about him proving she doesn't need a necklace to get what she needs.
He can't resist using his other hand to pull that baggy shirt off her finally. "I'll keep mine on," he reassures immediately. Almost like he's anticipating her concerns about the free skin and adjusting for it. Cobb's had a powerful need to see her breasts free because they are inescapably big and beautiful even with clothes on. They are absolutely better than his imagination could provide, his mouth watering just looking at them. "You're a dream come true, darlin'." The sweetness drips out of him although it's sensual too, she's a wet dream more like. Now he can actually get his gloved hand on her, more directly massaging her nipple, trying to keep himself from wanting to lick them. He licks his lips instead.
"Ah consider it a higher compliment, but you're a pretty boy sugah. Don't you fret." Where she comes from, comparing an older man to a fine aged whiskey was singing praises, but that's another one of those things that gets lost between universes. She's clearly attracted to him and that's what matters.
There's a thoughtful noise between the ones saturated with the warmth he's encouraging in her. "Mn. Did he give you enough to protect against these thighs an' ass?" Because that's both what it would take for her to feel confident sitting bare on his face as well as liable to suffocate him in the process. Still, there's something about his levels of enthusiasm for all these new options that continues to endear her to the older man.
Leaning back provides him not only more room to maneuver, but distances her a bit from the growing temptation she has to kiss him again. She finds herself licking her lips as her breath shakes with a sharp inhale when he adds a finger. Without hesitation, she moves to fuck down against them, groaning low each time he fills her. She also rocks a slow circle, trying to encourage that thumb of his. Though, she has a feeling he's going to draw this out, much to her delight and frustration. "You promised your mouth," she murmurs through hooding eyelids, wishing it was his cock that was pushing inside her. She'd be milking pleasure out of him, and she tightens herself around him for a few moments, shuddering with a deeper groan for her trouble. Were there any toys in that box? She can't remember, but her hand works between them so she can get a feel for his dragon, wrapping her hand around him through his sweats.
With the shirt tossed aside the mutant can't help but feel as though the level of nakedness is rather unequal here. It feels wonderful though, both the heat and strength of his hands. But when he speaks, calls her a dream come true, there's the briefest of hesitations, a moment where she's tense and thrown out of the moment. When Rogue dreams she's able to touch properly, and she can't help the thought of him dreaming something similar from flashing in her mind. It's shoved aside just as quickly. He's just chatting sweet nothings to her. Though if he wants a suggestion from her, she's got that too. "Curl your fingers when you're draggin' out."
There's a thoughtful noise between the ones saturated with the warmth he's encouraging in her. "Mn. Did he give you enough to protect against these thighs an' ass?" Because that's both what it would take for her to feel confident sitting bare on his face as well as liable to suffocate him in the process. Still, there's something about his levels of enthusiasm for all these new options that continues to endear her to the older man.
Leaning back provides him not only more room to maneuver, but distances her a bit from the growing temptation she has to kiss him again. She finds herself licking her lips as her breath shakes with a sharp inhale when he adds a finger. Without hesitation, she moves to fuck down against them, groaning low each time he fills her. She also rocks a slow circle, trying to encourage that thumb of his. Though, she has a feeling he's going to draw this out, much to her delight and frustration. "You promised your mouth," she murmurs through hooding eyelids, wishing it was his cock that was pushing inside her. She'd be milking pleasure out of him, and she tightens herself around him for a few moments, shuddering with a deeper groan for her trouble. Were there any toys in that box? She can't remember, but her hand works between them so she can get a feel for his dragon, wrapping her hand around him through his sweats.
With the shirt tossed aside the mutant can't help but feel as though the level of nakedness is rather unequal here. It feels wonderful though, both the heat and strength of his hands. But when he speaks, calls her a dream come true, there's the briefest of hesitations, a moment where she's tense and thrown out of the moment. When Rogue dreams she's able to touch properly, and she can't help the thought of him dreaming something similar from flashing in her mind. It's shoved aside just as quickly. He's just chatting sweet nothings to her. Though if he wants a suggestion from her, she's got that too. "Curl your fingers when you're draggin' out."
Tiny hats do not belong on penises!
Nor do fake mustaches.
I shouldn't have to tell you this.
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Nor do fake mustaches.
I shouldn't have to tell you this.
[Congrats on receiving an old text to Deadpool.]
"Don't really care if I'm pretty or not, long as you think I'm sexy. And judgin' from your body right now, I'd say you do." Now there's a bit of a cocky grin flashed at her but it's playful. She's wet and all over him and there's no better way to convince a man she likes what she sees. Just as him being hard as a rock tells her the same.
Cobb laughs at the question. "Well, no, but I'll still get my mouth on you, don't you fret." He might not be able to let her sit on him, as she just pointed out, so it'll have to be another position. The intention is the same. She does have magnificent thighs and an ass he could spend several minutes just touching indulgently. He can't help an image of bending her over and sliding inside, but he pushes it aside. She's doing a beautiful job of riding his hand as it is. "I promise, I'll ... oh kriff." Kriff is said the way fuck would be otherwise, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment when her hand grips him through his sweats.
The nudity is uneven but one of them has to keep clothes on, and Cobb sure thinks that she isn't the best option for that. Just look at her. Insanely beautiful and sexy. He can see the pause in her and doesn't know why, but he doesn't want to ruin the mood if she's going to go right to telling him what to do. If something's bothering her for real she'll tell him. He wants to believe that. He knows it could be something unspoken, such as them both wanting more contact than they can get, which is just a natural desire. But they're going to have a great time regardless. Of that he's certain.
"Mmm, I could do that, or ...." He slides his fingers out of her and grips that perfect ass of hers, spinning the two of them so her back hits his bed. Cobb is still being careful of where they're touching, resisting yet another urge to kiss her. He sits up momentarily to grab one of the dental dams the droid told him about. That's fairly straight-forward. "You okay with me takin' these off, sweetheart?" Cobb hooks his fingers in her panties, planning on pulling them off as long as she's okay with it. He wants to make sure since it'd make her fully naked with him, and he wants her to feel good about it. He for certain feels good about it. The more naked skin of hers he sees, the better.
Cobb pulls out the piece of latex and puts it first over one of her breasts. And he follows that up by lowering his head down and pressing his mouth over it, licking her nipple. It doesn't taste as perfect as her skin would, but it feels warm under his lips anyway.
Cobb laughs at the question. "Well, no, but I'll still get my mouth on you, don't you fret." He might not be able to let her sit on him, as she just pointed out, so it'll have to be another position. The intention is the same. She does have magnificent thighs and an ass he could spend several minutes just touching indulgently. He can't help an image of bending her over and sliding inside, but he pushes it aside. She's doing a beautiful job of riding his hand as it is. "I promise, I'll ... oh kriff." Kriff is said the way fuck would be otherwise, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment when her hand grips him through his sweats.
The nudity is uneven but one of them has to keep clothes on, and Cobb sure thinks that she isn't the best option for that. Just look at her. Insanely beautiful and sexy. He can see the pause in her and doesn't know why, but he doesn't want to ruin the mood if she's going to go right to telling him what to do. If something's bothering her for real she'll tell him. He wants to believe that. He knows it could be something unspoken, such as them both wanting more contact than they can get, which is just a natural desire. But they're going to have a great time regardless. Of that he's certain.
"Mmm, I could do that, or ...." He slides his fingers out of her and grips that perfect ass of hers, spinning the two of them so her back hits his bed. Cobb is still being careful of where they're touching, resisting yet another urge to kiss her. He sits up momentarily to grab one of the dental dams the droid told him about. That's fairly straight-forward. "You okay with me takin' these off, sweetheart?" Cobb hooks his fingers in her panties, planning on pulling them off as long as she's okay with it. He wants to make sure since it'd make her fully naked with him, and he wants her to feel good about it. He for certain feels good about it. The more naked skin of hers he sees, the better.
Cobb pulls out the piece of latex and puts it first over one of her breasts. And he follows that up by lowering his head down and pressing his mouth over it, licking her nipple. It doesn't taste as perfect as her skin would, but it feels warm under his lips anyway.
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[ Well that's odd! ]
How do you get fake mustaches on penises?
How do you get fake mustaches on penises?
[It takes her a moment to piece together what has happened, and even then, the thought of old texts from home getting sent out on a whim has her uneasy.]
Would you believe he used super glue?
Because he used super glue.
That was a text I sent someone back home after they sent me the weirdest dick pics I've ever seen.
Would you believe he used super glue?
Because he used super glue.
That was a text I sent someone back home after they sent me the weirdest dick pics I've ever seen.
He sent you a picture of his dick with a mustache put on it?
That's real strange.
That's real strange.
He's real strange.
Not to be confused with Dr. Strange.
I recall him telling me it was a disguise... For going undercover.
Not to be confused with Dr. Strange.
I recall him telling me it was a disguise... For going undercover.
Her eyes roll dramatically and she scoff-laughs through an amused smile at his sassy commentary. She can't help but flick his stomach lightly before moving between them, watching her strength and keeping it at normal human levels of force. "Wise ass." Is all she says in response to his playful banter, humming in soft challenge to the comment about not fretting. He better put his mouth on her, even if it's not exactly how either of them want to go about that.
Her own devious grin curls over her lips when she finally wraps a hand around his heat, and it widens even more at his cursing exclamation. Kriff's a new one for her. It's funny sounding curse word, but then again, so is dangnammit. Regardless, the reaction that just a squeeze of his cock through the fabric is beautiful. There's nothing quite like watching how even the smallest touch of friction to a man's member can halt their brain function. He's beautiful like this, raw and honest in the moment, and she hopes it's just the tip of the type of pleasure she wants to drag from him. Seeing him like this only makes her want more.
And he better believe that part of said plan involves her seeing him naked rather than just gripping him, her hand relaxing only to tighten around him again at the pace of her hips. Unfortunately for them both, her touches halt when he removes his fingers, her body shuddering in wanting protest. But with him rearranging them, Rogue's more focused on the potential mishap than her emptiness, even though she aches to be filled again. Cobb does a precise execution, and she relaxes beneath him with a sigh.
At his question, her hips lift and float, legs artfully moving with him removing her panties, both to help and to tease. All the while she watches him while letting her still gloved hands run over her own body absently. They move to allow him room to work, and she breathes a pleased noise at his choice of starting points. Part of her wants to tell him to move southward, but he should have a chance to acclimate to the adaptation too. Her fingers card through his hair, dragging along his scalp and encouraging him. And since he's fully clothed, she's going to loosely wrap her legs around him too. He's warm and she wants to touch more of him. "You're gonna take your time, aren't you?"
Her own devious grin curls over her lips when she finally wraps a hand around his heat, and it widens even more at his cursing exclamation. Kriff's a new one for her. It's funny sounding curse word, but then again, so is dangnammit. Regardless, the reaction that just a squeeze of his cock through the fabric is beautiful. There's nothing quite like watching how even the smallest touch of friction to a man's member can halt their brain function. He's beautiful like this, raw and honest in the moment, and she hopes it's just the tip of the type of pleasure she wants to drag from him. Seeing him like this only makes her want more.
And he better believe that part of said plan involves her seeing him naked rather than just gripping him, her hand relaxing only to tighten around him again at the pace of her hips. Unfortunately for them both, her touches halt when he removes his fingers, her body shuddering in wanting protest. But with him rearranging them, Rogue's more focused on the potential mishap than her emptiness, even though she aches to be filled again. Cobb does a precise execution, and she relaxes beneath him with a sigh.
At his question, her hips lift and float, legs artfully moving with him removing her panties, both to help and to tease. All the while she watches him while letting her still gloved hands run over her own body absently. They move to allow him room to work, and she breathes a pleased noise at his choice of starting points. Part of her wants to tell him to move southward, but he should have a chance to acclimate to the adaptation too. Her fingers card through his hair, dragging along his scalp and encouraging him. And since he's fully clothed, she's going to loosely wrap her legs around him too. He's warm and she wants to touch more of him. "You're gonna take your time, aren't you?"
What was he going undercover with, a whorehouse?
I didn't ask. It's best not to ask.
He called it the 'Burt Reynolds'.
Does going to a whorehouse require a disguise?
He called it the 'Burt Reynolds'.
Does going to a whorehouse require a disguise?
Depends on what you're in it for. Sometimes. Never heard of anyone 'disguising' their private parts though.
You've never gotten gussied up for proclivities?
What part of stories about Tatooine make you think gussying up is a thing we did?
Gussied is a relative term. Certainly you had... Clean clothes to wear?
Clean's a relative term when you don't got a lot of water, you know? We did our best. But now you know why I take long showers and maybe overclean mine. What I wore in the Sarano's probably the "fanciest" I've had.
It's been awhile since he's had any hand on him that isn't his own, and considering she's a walking sex dream on top of that, it's a real headrush to feel her through his sweats. She doesn't have to do much to make it titillating and something he wants more of. He'd really like to grind her against him more, his hips lifting a little into her touch, but there's honestly a whole lot he wants to do at once. So it's a priority thing. They can dry hump again another time. It's not more important than exploring her body.
He is glad the transition went smoothly, he's being as careful as can be so she knows she can trust him. He slides her panties off and she's now fully naked. He sucks on her nipple, feeling more confident this latex thing will be just fine since it does feel like he has it in his mouth. He lifts his head for a moment so he can really look at her. Her beautiful face, curly hair, big gorgeous breasts, and he licks his lips in obvious interest when his gaze goes lower. "Look at you," he murmurs, sounding awed. "How can I be in a rush?" To be fair, if they could actually touch, the lust between them might have flared so intensely they couldn't help but rush through. So instead he's enjoying the ways they're getting around it.
His hungry gaze satisfied, he lowers his head back down to let his mouth play with her other breast, sliding his fingers back between her legs and thrusting them back inside of her, more forcefully this time. So she can really feel it. Cobb knows what she wants though, what they both want. He moves down the bed and takes the dental dam with him. Normally he'd encourage her legs over his shoulders, but he's aware of the potential to touch his ears. Something he typically likes but it's fine.
Cobb reaches over to grab one of his pillows and encourages her hips up with a hand on her ass to put it underneath. He hopes it'll help with making less potential for skin touch. "Spread your legs for me, sweetheart, I want to see you." He smiles up at her from where he's at, putting the latex over her clit area. This is his first time trying this so he's trying to come up with it on the fly, using his fingers to caress her on the inside and her outer lips while he experimentally puts his tongue against the outside of her clit.
He is glad the transition went smoothly, he's being as careful as can be so she knows she can trust him. He slides her panties off and she's now fully naked. He sucks on her nipple, feeling more confident this latex thing will be just fine since it does feel like he has it in his mouth. He lifts his head for a moment so he can really look at her. Her beautiful face, curly hair, big gorgeous breasts, and he licks his lips in obvious interest when his gaze goes lower. "Look at you," he murmurs, sounding awed. "How can I be in a rush?" To be fair, if they could actually touch, the lust between them might have flared so intensely they couldn't help but rush through. So instead he's enjoying the ways they're getting around it.
His hungry gaze satisfied, he lowers his head back down to let his mouth play with her other breast, sliding his fingers back between her legs and thrusting them back inside of her, more forcefully this time. So she can really feel it. Cobb knows what she wants though, what they both want. He moves down the bed and takes the dental dam with him. Normally he'd encourage her legs over his shoulders, but he's aware of the potential to touch his ears. Something he typically likes but it's fine.
Cobb reaches over to grab one of his pillows and encourages her hips up with a hand on her ass to put it underneath. He hopes it'll help with making less potential for skin touch. "Spread your legs for me, sweetheart, I want to see you." He smiles up at her from where he's at, putting the latex over her clit area. This is his first time trying this so he's trying to come up with it on the fly, using his fingers to caress her on the inside and her outer lips while he experimentally puts his tongue against the outside of her clit.
That's a fair point. Then I guess I shouldn't try and paint you any mental pictures of some of my more gussied looks both from home and Sarano. You looked good in those clothes, by the way.
You know anything about corsets and garters?
You know anything about corsets and garters?
Well I know about them now thanks to the Sarano. But please do tell me all about how pretty you're always being.
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