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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[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.

[flickofthewrist]

"I think you're going to try and screw me," Flick said, straightening up some and biting his lip. "You're teasing my ass, you're behind me, you're not leaning against me...I think that's it."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle snickered. "Very clever," she murmured. She also leaned closer. No need to hide the harness she was wearing anymore, hmm? He could probably feel the toy pressing against his hip now. "That's exactly what I intend to do. Bare-bones version of it, anyway."

[flickofthewrist]

"You sure you don't want it the other way around?" he asked, turning his head towards her even if he kept his eyes closed. "I know you're the restless one."

[seveninchmotto]

"Would you prefer it the other way around?" Isabelle wondered. It was a genuine question, masked as teasing. "I'm restless, yes, but this is something that holds my attention either way."

[flickofthewrist]

"I'm fine either way," Flick said, still with his eyes closed. "I just want you to get what you need."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle kissed his cheek. "Oh, I will get what I need," she promised him in a murmur. "Making you squirm is plenty." And her fingers pressed at his opening again, slightly firmer than before. "Trying to make you beg is even better."

And she intended to do both.

[flickofthewrist]

"Can I open my eyes yet?" he wondered, sucking in a breath and making sure he was relaxed so she wouldn't meet any resistance there. "Can I look?"

[seveninchmotto]

"Can you ask nicely?" Isabelle retorted while a finger pushed in.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick hissed and clenched his hands into fists.

"May I please open my eyes, boss?" he asked after he'd gotten over the first intense sensation.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle snickered. "Just 'please' would have sufficed." That one single finger pushed in and pulled out only to push in again. "But yes, you may."

[flickofthewrist]

"Thank you," he said and opened his eyes just as she pushed in. He sucked in another breath and let it out slowly. "You feeling any better now?"