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]

"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.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick eventually turned his head towards where he thought she might be and smiled sleepily at her. He took a deep breath and let his head loll back against the pillows, still trying to catch his breath.

[seveninchmotto]

"And now I guess you're going to fall asleep," Isabelle noted with an oh so put upon sigh, as she turned and reached out to start undoing his cuffs. "While I'm still all hot and bothered. Woe is me."

[flickofthewrist]

"What can I do to help you, Iz?" he asked, sounding sleepy but alert. "What do you need?"

[seveninchmotto]

"I don't think you care about my needs." She thought he cared a whole lot, but she was still playing along with his distraction from earlier. One of his hands came free, then the other. "But what I need is something to push me over the edge. Something to overwhelm me for just a second."

[flickofthewrist]

"I care about everything when it comes to you," Flick said, pushing the blindfold up so he could see her again. "You want me to finger you?"

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle gave him a little wave when he saw her again. Just because.

"Maybe," she said. "Or I can give you a vibrator. Or sit on your face."

[flickofthewrist]

"And which one is your preferred way?" he asked her. "I'll be happy with either of them."

[seveninchmotto]

After a moment's thought, and in lieu of an answer, Isabelle plucked a vibrator from the assortment of things, and held it out for him. "Turn on your side."

That was a request, not bossiness.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick took the vibrator and turned onto his side, waiting for her to position herself where she needed to be before he did anything.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle stretched out on the bed, facing him. She shifted closer to him, and even draped her top leg over his hip. Still left room enough for him to manuever in, though.

Maybe it was just that she wanted to get a little cuddly after all the restraints and things. Shh. Getting off was important in itself, too.

[flickofthewrist]

"Comfortable?" he asked, flipping the vibrator on and letting it rest against her inner thigh while he talked.

[seveninchmotto]

"Very," she said, shifting a bit until her face was as close to his as it could be under the circumstances. She smiled at him. "Fuck me."

So sweet.

[flickofthewrist]

"Yes, dear," Flick told her, kissing her nose and sliding the toy into her now. She was wet and slick so the thrust was smooth and to the hilt in one push of his hand. He held the toy there for a few seconds, letting it vibrate and stimulate her.

[seveninchmotto]

Yeah, that smile went away pretty quickly. Or at least turned a lot more wobbly, and she bit her lip while she let out a little moan.

"Oh, by the Angel, that feels good."

[flickofthewrist]

"Haven't you met your Angel now?" Flick recalled, pulling the vibrator and giving it a push right back in. "Would he be happy to see you talking about him during this?"