Room 301, Saturday Evening

[seveninchmotto]

So, that had been a pretty short dance for this couple. And Isabelle was perfectly fine with that. She got her door open, and was already trying to kiss Flick again as soon as she'd yanked him into the room.

After the couple of weeks she'd had, she really needed something easier like this. Probably deserved it, too. So, she was taking it.

[ooc: For the guy, and NSFW-bound probably.]

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[seveninchmotto]

Meanwhile, Isabelle got naked. Or at least, she took off her dress and her bra. She left the heels on for now because they were fun.

And then she got a few things out from her own stash. Condoms, lube, toys. She wasn't sure what she'd end up going with, so she was making sure she had a selection at hand.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick eventually made his way back to her room. He knocked just to alert her that he was there before slipping inside and shutting the door behind him.

He blinked and then laughed when he saw that she'd lost her dress in the time he'd been gone. "Hello again."

[seveninchmotto]

"Hello." She was so very polite. And very naked. "Did you get everything? Bring them here."

Over to her bed where she'd dumped everything else.

[flickofthewrist]

"I got what you wanted," Flick told her, bringing his bag over and passing it to her so he could have his hands free to start unbuttoning his shirt.

It was warm, okay!

[seveninchmotto]

"I'd ask you what you thought you're doing," Isabelle noted, glancing at him while dumping the stuff with the rest, "but really, I do need you naked sometime soon."

[flickofthewrist]

"I need to get out of this suit," he told her, sliding his shirt off and taking his tee shirt off with it. His pants, shoes and socks came next. Then, he kicked his shorts away.

[seveninchmotto]

"You looked hot in it." In her biased but honest opinion. "I prefer you without it, though."

As evident from the leering.

[flickofthewrist]

"Well, you've got your wish," Flick said because his clothes were in a pile on the floor, he was hard and coming closer to the bed.

[seveninchmotto]

"Lay down, baby," she told him, watching as he moved closer. "Against the pillows."

[flickofthewrist]

"Okay." He flopped down on her bed, taking care to avoid everything that had been spread out there. He pushed himself back and propped himself against her pillows with a quiet sigh.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle climbed on the bed after him, and moved right on over to straddle him. "So, what do you think might happen now?" she wondered, as she reached for something from the pile of things. "What would you like to happen?"

[flickofthewrist]

"God, anything that feels good has my vote," he told her, sighing and closing his eyes. "I don't care what it is. I just want to feel good with you."

[seveninchmotto]

"Don't kill my attempt to make conversation," Isabelle chided him as she plucked the cuffs up, and reached for his arm. "I'm trying to get words out of you while you can still think. Somewhat."

She'd seen how hard he'd been already.

[flickofthewrist]

"I'm making conversation," Flick argued, laughing. "Just because I'm not being specific doesn't mean it's not conversation."

[seveninchmotto]

"Well it's not up to my standards, and that jeopardizes your future pleasure."

But not by a lot. She was still slipping the cuff on his wrist, and tightening it to a nice but comfortable hold.

[flickofthewrist]

"I want to get off," he said while she cuffed him. "I want you to do whatever you want with my body. I want to sweat. I want to beg. I want you to be the alpha you are."

[seveninchmotto]

"Better." She looped the cuffs through the headboard, then got to work on cuffing his other wrist as well. "Although this being you, you should probably add swearing like you hate me to that list."

Because he tended to do that before begging.

[flickofthewrist]

"That'll probably happen," he agreed, glancing up at his hands and then back at her. "But I know you love that."

[seveninchmotto]

"It's very amusing."

Because she was terrible.

And he was cuffed now, his hands restrained to the headboard.

"How do those feel?"

[flickofthewrist]

"Good," he said, giving them a little tug to test how strong and tight they were. "Better than a tie. More appropriate."

[seveninchmotto]

"All around better," she agreed, smirking. "And now there's less you can do about anything I choose to do."

She moved further back along his body, now. For reasons.

[flickofthewrist]

"And will I have a desire to do something about the things you choose to do?" Flick wondered.

[seveninchmotto]

"Probably."

He often did. That was how the swearing came about. She shrugged, and reached down to wrap her hand around his cock. And then she lowered her hips down against his. No penetration, obviously, but she was still warm and slick from before, and he was getting to feel that against his cock while she palmed the head.

[flickofthewrist]

A quiet moan slipped through Flick's lips at the touch and the feeling and he closed his eyes. He knew better than to try for more or ask for more since he knew he wouldn't get it.

He was still going to enjoy what he was getting for the time he got it.

[seveninchmotto]

Aw, but denying him what he asked for was half the fun!

But this was pretty fun on it's own, too. She rocked her hips against his while she stroked the head with her hand. Even let out a little moan of her own because it felt good and she was feeling sensitive.