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]

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.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick inhaled sharply, realizing just how sensitive she'd made him throughout all this. He had to breathe deeply several times to make sure he didn't pop off immediately.

Licking her and sucking her and trying to thrust his tongue into her helped. It most definitely helped.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle could help him in his efforts to keep from coming too fast, by pausing in her touching for a while. That still meant he got her breath against his now-wet skin, a minor thrill on its own.

She moaned at getting licked and sucked, too.

[flickofthewrist]

"I wanna come," he mumbled, muffling most of the words against her skin and trying to maybe push himself that last bit by shifting around again. He pulled away from her, denying her pleasure since she was denying him.

He had some power here too and he'd just realized that.

[seveninchmotto]

"I know you do," she murmured, reaching for something with her free hand. "But not before I say so, baby."

[flickofthewrist]

"Then say so," he growled, tugging on the handcuffs and lifting his hips again. "Now."

Well. He could try and be tough.

[seveninchmotto]

"Cute." There was a small snap of a sound that came from what she was doing, but her laugh covered that up. "But save that for when you have me bound and blindfolded."

Because that was definitely going to happen eventually.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick growled again and fell back against the pillows, listening for what she was doing.

"What are you doing?" Might as well ask, right? Right.

[seveninchmotto]

"Don't ask so many questions," she chided, shifting a bit. "You should be tongue-fucking me right now, anyway. Not talking."

[flickofthewrist]

Flick huffed in mock irritation before he moved again, getting himself more comfortable again.

And then he did take her advice and licked her slowly and deeply. He made sure to do that again, letting his tongue slide over her clit as he did.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle let out a please sigh. "There, that's way better." And he got himself a lick in return, too! Although it was light and a little teasing, for now.

Much like the lubed-up finger that teased his ass just about then, circling with some easy pressure.

[flickofthewrist]

"Motherfucker," Flick said, pulling his mouth away and tightening slightly in surprise. He took a breath though and relaxed, shuddering and shivering at the sudden change in pleasure.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle tsked at him again. Didn't stop with the touching, though, this time.

"Now, where did your mouth go?"

[flickofthewrist]

"I got a little distracted," Flick told her, hissing out a breath through his teeth. "I had to use my mouth for other things. Goddammit."

[seveninchmotto]

"Well, try to get focused," Isabelle told him. "I'd hate to have to leave you like this without payoff if you failed to cooperate."

The finger actually pushed in now.