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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[flickofthewrist]

Flick licked his lips and arched just the tiniest bit because he couldn't help it. This felt good and he was hard and he'd been without her for way too long. Way too long.

[seveninchmotto]

"Someone's into this," Isabelle murmured, and pressed her hips down into his. She gave him a few firmer strokes, too. Several. "Hmm?"

[flickofthewrist]

"Of course I am," he told her, opening his eyes and looking at her after a few blinks. "The only hands I've felt lately have been my own."

[seveninchmotto]

"Poor baby." Did that earn him a little more rocking and stroking? Yes. Did that perhaps mean she had wicked plans of release denial for him? Probably. "And did you think about me when your hands were on you?"

[flickofthewrist]

"Most of the time," he breathed, pushing his hips again. "You were often on my mind. That's how it typically is for me."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle slid her hips against his. Yes, that meant sliding his cock against her. "And that's a good thing." Except when it gave him ulcers, but that was not appropriate talk for right now. "I should be on your mind a lot."

[flickofthewrist]

"You are," he mumbled, swallowing and nodding. "You always are. You're on my mind, under my skin, all around me."

[seveninchmotto]

More sliding, back and forth. And her hand was still on him, too. Still stroking and letting him feel more pressure every now and then. "Sommetimes on you."

[flickofthewrist]

"Sometimes on me," he agreed, arching his back and lifting his hips again. "You can do whatever you want to me, Iz. Anything you want."

[seveninchmotto]

"I know, baby." She palmed the head of his cock again. Harder. Then she did it again. "I'm counting on it."

[flickofthewrist]

Flick hissed this time, feeling his body continue to try and lift closer and closer to her. He licked his lips and breathed in, breathed out. His body wanted more even if his mind knew she wouldn't give it.

He opened his eyes a touch to watch her, to see if he could figure out what she'd do just by her expression.

[seveninchmotto]

He wouldn't get the full extent of what he wanted, right now, not yet. But she was trying to bring him pretty close. She was still rocking against him, and rubbing her thumb along the sensitive underside of his cock.

She wasn't really giving anything away.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick took a shuddering, shivery breath and closed his eyes again. His hips were moving a little more now, arching into her hand to try and get more and more friction.

Pretty close was pretty much happening right now. He could feel his body reaching out for that last little bit to get him over.

[seveninchmotto]

And she almost gave it to him. She let him get oh so close to it.

And then she pulled up and away from his hips. Predictable, but it did the trick.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick knew it was coming. He knew it and yet he still hated when it got there. He shuddered and moaned, pulling against the handcuffs and squirming around. Getting so close and not going all the way was painful in a pleasurable way.

He breathed heavily and opened his eyes.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle smirked at him, and shook her head. "Not yet, baby," she said, leaning to the side to reach for something else from their pile of stuff. "Not yet."

[flickofthewrist]

"I figured," he mumbled though he'd still let himself hope just for a second that he'd get to come. Just for a second. "Still cruel. Goddamn."

[seveninchmotto]

"Not cruel, just a little mean." Her next item was the blindfold. She leaned forward. "You'll appreciate it by the end."

[flickofthewrist]

"Your birthday presents might depend on it." That wasn't true. He leaned forward to make it easier for her to slide the blindfold on.

[seveninchmotto]

"Then I'm not worried at all," she said, fastening the blindfold over his eyes. Her ego was too strong not to think she could deliver exactly what she promised. "You'll come hard."

[flickofthewrist]

"I can't see a thing," he told her, looking around and seeing only darkness. "This is new."

[seveninchmotto]

"Mm hmm." She leaned forward and kissed him. It was actually pretty sweet.

Then she whispered, "Do you trust me?"

[flickofthewrist]

"Implicitly," he said without hesitation. "I trust you with everything."

[seveninchmotto]

"Good."

She kissed him again, then pressed a kiss on his chin, and the top of his chest, moving down.

"Because I won't be narrating what I'm about to do at any give moment."

[flickofthewrist]

"I figured as much," he murmured, relaxing his body and really concentrating on her touch and her scent and what he could hear. He was down his eyesight so he had to use his other senses. "I'm ready. You can do whatever you want."