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]

"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."

[seveninchmotto]

She didn't have plans for straying too far away from things they'd already tried before. But there was a new edge to all of it when he couldn't see her.

She kissed a trail down his stomach, oh so close to his cock but no, she licked a different kind of trail right next to it, over to his hipbone. Then she straightened up, and wasn't touching him much as she kneeled over him.

And then... He could use his imagination for what caused the quiet, wet sounds that happened next. Guess his expert fingering hadn't been enough.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick was quiet for a few seconds, listening to what he could hear before he frowned.

"Oh, come on," he finally said, shaking his head. "I just did that to you. You got off. It's my turn!"

And knowing what she was doing and not being able to see it was horrible.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle snickered. And also didn't stop touching herself.

"It's your turn when I say it's your turn, baby."

[flickofthewrist]

"And I don't even get to watch?" He wanted to pout. "Come on, Izzy. Come on. I wanna feel something. I wanna -- come on."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle tsked. But then the wet sounds stopped, and she moved.

But just up along his body. Then the sounds started up again. Just much, much closer. She was straddling his chest, now.

[flickofthewrist]

"Isabelle," he said sharply, trying to glare in the direction he thought she was. "Come on! That's not even fair. I can't do anything! I can't -- goddammit. You already came!"

He was stuck on that. Dummy.

[seveninchmotto]

Too bad he couldn't see her wicked smirk. "If you keep saying that, I ––" And this little moan may have been just to torment him further. "–– I'm just going to want it more."

[flickofthewrist]

"What else can I do?" He didn't whine but he was still frowning at her and his hands twisted a bit in the cuffs. He sighed and at back against the pillows, tongue flicking out to wet his lips. "I hate you."

[seveninchmotto]

"You love me," Isabelle retorted. She was looking down at him, and wishing her phone was closer by because he was so very gorgeous like this. "Don't lie."

But hey, she pulled her fingers away from herself.

To run one of said fingertips against his bottom lip.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick didn't answer.

That was all due to the fact that he was trying to suck her fingertip between her lips, tasting her and smelling her and getting something since he couldn't have touch right now.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle snickered, but she didn't stop him. Her other fingertips brushed against his chin and smeared her taste and her scent all over his skin.

"You like that?"

[flickofthewrist]

"Yes," he mumbled, nodding. "Yes, I like that. I want that. I want you."

[seveninchmotto]

"Then you're going to get some more of me," she told him. She pulled her hand away and ducked down to kiss him. Then she moved to turn around over his chest, so she was facing the other way.

Because of reasons.

[flickofthewrist]

"What are you doing?" he couldn't help but ask her. He knew she'd turned around but he wasn't sure why. Still, his skin felt tingly and goosebumps appeared while he anticipated what she might do.

[seveninchmotto]

"You'll find out."

Right now, even. She leaned down, and her hand wrapped around his cock. No stroking, though. No, it was mostly to make it easier for her to run a wet lick against his balls instead.

Oh, and her hips were getting pretty low, too. So while he couldn't see that, there was some warmth and wetness conveniently right above his mouth.

[flickofthewrist]

"Fucking Christ," Flick moaned, squirming hard against the cuffs. When he inhaled and moved, he realized what she'd done and couldn't stop himself from leaning up and licking where he thought she might be.

Served her right.

[seveninchmotto]

It did, actually, since she'd done that fully on purpose. "Mmm." Yes, she liked that. And he was getting another lick for that. A little sucking on the skin, too.