seveninchmotto | The Apartment, New York, Sunday

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The Apartment, New York, Sunday

Isabelle was in her element. Not only was her boyfriend home – and not just visiting for the day but on actual break – but she was also cooking for him. That's right, their kitchen was a happy mess of various kinds of ingredients and pots and pans with ––

With, well, something cooking in them. It was honestly hard to tell what it was by the smell. Or the ingredients strewn about the counters. Or the way it looked, even. Maybe... maybe it was some kind of stew?

Whatever it was, Isabelle looked happy to be making it.

[ooc: NFB, and expecting a ton of SP, omg.]

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"First, I'm beautiful and should be cut from marble and now I'm just usual amounts of hot," he said, shaking his head and laughing. He crossed the room and reached for the chin up bar, pulling himself up easily a few times.

Isabelle watched with great appreciation. And she was helping by reaching out and running her hand down his chest when he pulled himself up.

Totally helping.

"Is there something I can help you with, Iz?" Flick asked, pulling himself up and then hanging straight armed down, feet off the floor.

For a second, she was too busy ogling him to answer. Then she managed to look back up at his face.

"Not sure. But this ––" She gestured at all of hi. "–– is really working for me."

"And how is it working for you?" he asked, readjusting his hands and pulling himself up again.

"I don't feel like I should be wearing clothes for this."

Well, he'd asked.

Flick let himself down again, hanging lazily from the pull up bar and smirking.

"So, you wanna be naked while I do pull ups?"

"Honestly? I want us both to be naked while you do pull ups," Isabelle replied brightly. "It leads more smoothly into the screwing."

She worked with a special kind of dirty logic.

"Well, feel free to get naked, baby," Flick said, pulling himself up again and feeling the burn snake down his shoulders and into his arms. "I'll wait."

Isabelle considered arguing.

But sometimes it was much more fun to skip that. So she smirked at him, as her hands went down to undo her very nice jeans. Those ended up on the floor quickly enough. Next, she undid her bra underneath his shirt, and dropped that on the floor.

And then she turned around. Pulled the shirt off and gave him a nice view of her black hair falling against her bare, pale back. She gave him a smirk over her shoulder.

Flick took a breath and held it as he did another pull up, holding it and feeling a fine shake in his arms as he let himself down when her hair tumbled down her back.

"Beautiful," he murmured reverently.

"Thank you," she replied. And for that, he got to watch her remove her panties as well. She did it slow, and when she bent over to push them down her hips and legs, it was completely on purpose.

Flick licked his lips and wanted to stop what he was doing but he didn't. He had no idea why but he kept watching and pulled himself up again, slower this time but still smoothly and without too much effort.

"Mmm."

Isabelle stepped out of her underwear.

Then she turned. Some of her hair fell over her breasts and it was just as pleasing a sight as her back had been, if not even more so. She stepped a little closer, watching him.

"Keep going."

It really wasn't easy to keep doing pull ups when she was standing in front of him naked and beautiful.

Flick obeyed though, pulling himself up and gently lowering himself down again.

"Good puppy," Isabelle murmured. She glanced up at his hands around the bar, then back down at his face. "Do you want to hear about some of the ideas I've had for this new multifunctional addition to our apartment?"

Well, maybe he wanted some entertainment while he was exercizing! Or maybe she wanted to make his pants feel tight.

"Is this going to make doing pull ups hard?" he asked, knowing that he was setting her up for a nice innuendo there.

"Among other things," Isabelle replied, smirking. "So, ideas. Idea one: you, much like you are right now, except with your feet on the floor and your wrists cuffed to each end of the bar."

She tilted her head.

"I think you can guess some of where this is going. But not all. I would definitely tease you, of course. I'd let you watch me caress my breasts ––" He needed a visual for that, right? She cupped one breast, pinched the nipple between her fingers. "–– and I'd tell you exciting things, much like I'm doing right now." She grinned at him. "And once you were sufficiently excited, I'd kneel in front of you. For a blowjob, obviously. But I'd also introduce something slightly new into the mix, there."

Perfect time to pause.

Flick kept hanging there, arms straight because it was really hard to do anything when she was talking like she was and touching herself right in front of him. He swallowed.

"Something new?"

"Shouldn't you be doing some more pull ups?"

She wasn't actually going to wait for him to do them. Just teasing before she went on.

"But yes, something a little new. Not entirely. See, one time in the not too recent past, I was lonely and shopping online." With her, that was a great combination sometimes. "And looking at toys. And looking for things we didn't have yet. And that we could maybe both use, so there's variety." She smirked. "And seeing as we both enjoy some... ass play ––" The smirk turned into biting her lip and letting out a little laugh. "–– I figured a nice little plug was in order."

Yes.

"So that's the 'something new'. I'd kneel before you, but before I'd actually take you in my mouth, I'd lube that up and slide it in you. So you could feel nice and full while I sucked you off."

"Jesus Christ almighty," he said, looking up at the ceiling and blowing out a breath. His arms shook a bit. "I don't know if I can do another pull up with that in my head."

He tried and he got about halfway before his arms gave out and he was back to hanging in front of her.

Isabelle couldn't help snickering a little at his attempt. "So you approve?" she asked, batting her eyelashes at him like that was even a question to ask at this point. "You'd like that? You'd like me playing with your ass a little before leaving the plug in while I went down on you? Do you think it'd intensify things for you?"

She ran her hand down her stomach.

"I bet it would. I bet you'd just adore it. You'd be straining towards my mouth because you'd be able to feel the toy shift against you, too. You'd call my name and come all over my tongue and you'd tell me what a great purchase it was. And then... That's when I'd get evil."

Look, was there a point in restraining someone if you didn't get evil with them?

"Evil?" Flick took several deep breaths and did a few more pull ups, trying to look up at the ceiling to prevent himself from being too distracted. His arms were starting to burn though and he wasn't going to be able to do much else.

"How much more evil can you get?" he asked her, licking his lips and biting his lip with the ache that was in his arms now.

"A decent bit," she replied easily. "You don't think I'd just let you free after you came from one of my expert blowjobs? Oh, no, baby." She shook her head. "You'd stay cuffed. You'd get to keep the toy in your ass, too. And then, I'd maybe get a few pillows and make myself comfortable right there on the floor. I'd give you time to gather up your strength again."

Wait, that was nice of her, wasn't it? Maybe what she said next would lessen that impression.

"And I'd let you enjoy a show. Because you'd get to watch me fuck myself with my favorite toy I use when you're not around. You'd see how wet I was and how the toy pushed into me and how it'd make me moan and shake, and you wouldn't be able to do a damn thing about it."

"There is something I could do. I could rip the damn bar right off the wall," Flick said and finally let go because he was down with pull ups when she was talking dirty and naked in front of him.

"And I would too," he told her, stepping forward with a mischievous look in his eye. "I would rip the bar off and I'd fuck you with my tongue or my fingers if my cock wasn't up to it just yet."

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