Room 301, Monday Afternoon

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle was having trouble focusing.

She didn't even have anything in particular that needed her undivided attention, so it shouldn't have been a problem. But it was annoying. She didn't like moods like this. What was the point of not being able to get lost in doing anything? Ugh. And she'd already been down at the gym training, too. And both her closets were as organized as they were going to get. And she didn't feel like shopping.

So, this was how you ended up pacing around the room like a caged animal. It was not a good look on her.

Maybe she needed to go for a run or something.

[ooc: Open post, open door!]

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[seveninchmotto]

"First, you're going to be taking your clothes off," Isabelle told him.

And oh hey, she could help with that! She was alaready getting her hands on his shirt so she could pull it off.

[flickofthewrist]

"An expected first step," he said, holding his hands up so she could slide his shirt off before he tried for his shoes and pants. "What's gonna come after that?"

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle tsked at him as she yanked his shirt off. "Patience. You should try finding some."

After throwing his shirt aside, she kissed the back of his neck, before pulling away from him. Things to get.

[flickofthewrist]

"I have plenty of patience," he told her, reaching to toe off his shoes and socks. Pants were still on. "I just thought I'd ask."

[seveninchmotto]

"Well, it was a valiant effort," Isabelle teased from the vicinity of her bed. "But I won't be giving you any spoilers. You'll figure things out as they happen."

[flickofthewrist]

"What are you doing?" he asked, turning around and looking at her rooting around near her bed.

[seveninchmotto]

"I'm getting things," she replied, raising an eyebrow pointedly at him. "Did I tell you to look back?"

[flickofthewrist]

"No. But you didn't say I couldn't look back either," he pointed out, shrugging. "I was curious."

[seveninchmotto]

"Well, I'm going to say it now: don't look back." She paused for a thought and tilted her head. "In fact, don't look at all. You should close your eyes, and keep them closed until I say otherwise."

[flickofthewrist]

"All right," Flick said agreeably. He turned back around and closed his eyes while he started to undo his pants so he could slide them down and kick them off his legs. His shorts were still on.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle snickered. She stripped off a few of her own items of clothing, and picked up some things before coming back over to him.

She leaned close and kissed his shoulder. "Keep going, baby."

[flickofthewrist]

Flick sighed like he was oh so put upon but slid his shorts down and kicked them off into the pile of clothing nearby.

"Good?"

[seveninchmotto]

"Goooood." She sounded very appreciative. She gave his shoulder another kiss, and then a little nip. Then she leaned up to breathe against his ear. "Now... Stroke yourself for me."

[flickofthewrist]

"Are you going to say please?" he wondered, keeping his eyes closed even as he turned his head a bit.

[seveninchmotto]

"No," she said, pulling back. "But you'll do it anyway because you know it'll be worth it. You trust me."

[flickofthewrist]

"All right," Flick acquiesced, reaching down and curling a hand around his cock. He obeyed, stroking slowly and smoothly while keeping his eyes shut.

[seveninchmotto]

"Good puppy."

Isabelle did a few things behind his back, but she moved quietly. No spoilers. When she moved closer again, she was a little more to the side rather than behind him, and she wasn't leaning against him like she had. There were reasons. He'd find those out soon enough.

She ran her fingers down his arm, towards the hand he had on himself.

[flickofthewrist]

"What are you doing?" he asked, still stroking himself even if a part of him wanted to open his eyes. Maybe he'd get away with just a brief look?

[seveninchmotto]

"Controlling the situation," she quipped, curving her hand over his for a few strokes. The smirk on her face was pretty plainly present in her voice as well. She drew her hand back, but her other hand touched his lower back, but only briefly.

Because it then continued on further down.

[flickofthewrist]

"Can I look yet?" he wondered, still contemplating peeking anyway. His hand was still working over his cock and he suppressed any shivers that wanted to come at where her hand was heading.

[seveninchmotto]

"Not unless you want me to stop touching you."

And since she hadn't been very slow about getting her hand low enough on his back to actually have a fingertip or two teasing his ass, he probably wouldn't want her to.

"Hang in there, baby."

[flickofthewrist]

Flick licked his lips and let out a slow breath.

"Why am I keeping my eyes closed anyway?" he wondered quietly. "I can feel what you're doing to me. This just to make me know my place?"

[seveninchmotto]

"Well, not just that," Isabelle told him idly, while briefly applying a little more teasing pressure. "It's also to make it a little more intense when you do get to open your eyes. And trust me, you'll get to watch things enough."

[flickofthewrist]

"I think I might already know what's going to happen," Flick chanted, sucking in a breath around his rooms. "From what you're doing? I think I know."

[seveninchmotto]

"And what do you think is going to happen?"

Of course she had to ask. Still teasing him, rubbing a fingertip in a slow circle against him.