"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."
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Date: 2021-03-01 05:24 am (UTC)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."