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]

"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.

[flickofthewrist]

Well, she'd get to feel his breath puff out against her skin but his tongue and mouth didn't return to their previous position. It was hard to think when she had a finger inside him like that.

"Fuck off."

Mmm, cursing.

[seveninchmotto]

"You really don't want me to do that."

Not when she was slowly working the finger in and then out. With a curve to it, too.

[flickofthewrist]

Of course he didn't want her to do that but he was also a defiant kind of guy. His breathing turned a little heavier, a little louder and he stayed where he was.

He bit down on his lower lip, suppressing a few moans and sounds of pleasure.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle ducked down and gave his balls another lick. "I'm serious," she murmured, even as her finger kept moving, and she sucked on his sensitive skin a little.

[flickofthewrist]

All Flick did in response is moan and squirm, sucking in air several times and wondering if maybe he could come from all this. He was close and he knew it wouldn't take much to get him there.

Just a little more and he'd be good.

[seveninchmotto]

She hummed against his skin a little, and pushed her finger as deep as she dared.

And then she pulled it out, and drew her mouth away from his balls, too. His own fault.

[flickofthewrist]

"Come on!" he very nearly whined. "I'm close, Isabelle. Come on, just let me come. Just touch me a little more, come on!"

Dammit.

[seveninchmotto]

"And what about what I wanted from you, hmm?" she asked. There was a smugness to her voice. "I don't think so, baby."

[flickofthewrist]

"I fingered you!" he reminded her. "I gave you what I wanted. Now, come on! Do something, for fuck's sake!"

He got a little testy when he was hanging on that edge and being denied.

[seveninchmotto]

That was only the best part about all of this!

"No," she said. "You're not being very nice."

[flickofthewrist]

"I'm not a nice person," he told her, getting a leg underneath him to try and -- maybe he could roll onto his side and get some friction against her bed. Anything!

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle laughed. "What are you trying to do now?"

[flickofthewrist]

"Don't laugh at me," he told her, still trying to turn even if that was going to hurt his arms. "I'll take care of myself if you won't."

[seveninchmotto]

Yeah, she was going to press him down into the mattress by his hips right now before he hurt himself.

"Maybe you should consider being nice."

[flickofthewrist]

"I have been nice," he retorted, shaking his head. "I don't wanna be nice anymore. I wanna come."

[seveninchmotto]

"So ask for it nicely."

It might be that simple!

[flickofthewrist]

He was glaring at her from behind the blindfold.

"Please let me come."

Well, he tried.

[seveninchmotto]

"I'm not sure I quite heard you," Isabelle said, just to be infuriating. It'd pay off, she promised. "Maybe you should say that again. And say my name."

[flickofthewrist]

Flick took a breath and wet his lips.

"Isabelle, let me come. Please?"

As nice as he'd get.

[seveninchmotto]

It was good enough. Not that she told him that, because she figured she didn't have to. The finger was already pushing back into his ass. She spent a short moment on just screwing him like that, in and out at not too slow a pace, making sure to curve every once in a while.

And then her mouth was on him. Really on him, this time. Around the head of his cock and taking him in and sucking and swirling her tongue around. It was a different angle from the usual, and she found that fun.

She was also making sure it was intense for him. She had her finger deep and her mouth working hard.

[flickofthewrist]

"Motherfucker, yes yes yes," he moaned, shivering and shuddering with the renewed, intense pleasure she'd provided. He wished he could see but he found that not seeing meant he just felt things all that more intensely. "Come on, a little more, a little more."

[seveninchmotto]

She could do that. Her lips slid against his cock as her head bobbed up and down, and her tongue rubbed against all the places she knew to be good. She even threw in some muffled moans, both for the vibrations as well as the sound of her making a noise with her mouth full of his cock.

And since he'd wanted more? Two fingers were what he got, stretching him a little more and moving slickly in and out.

[flickofthewrist]

"Oh god, Isabelle. Isabelle!" Flick shouted, hips arching into her mouth as he started to come and come hard. He was pretty sure he might have blacked out or stopped breathing but he came back to himself pretty quickly.

His body fell slackly against the pillows, arms hanging from the cuffs and breathing coming out heavily.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle saw him through the orgasm with the same attentiveness she'd shown him over the whole of the last moment. She didn't stop moving her fingers or sucking him off before she was sure he was done.

And once she was, she pulled away, and shifted off him. Too bad he couldn't see her satisfied smirk.