Room 17, Second Floor, Haunted House, Saturday Evening

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle was so very ready to move out of this place. Yes, living on an even tinier island than usual was maybe quaint and all, and she hadn't had to deal with her roommate much at all, and maybe if you squinted, there was something comfortingly familiar about the presence of the supernatural.

But. That last bit especially was so goddamn annoying. See, when Isabelle was trying to take advantage of the fact that her roommate wasn't around, and trying to, you know, relax and enjoy herself a little, all curled up on her bed in her nice pajamas (because being alone was no reason to look anything less than her best) and scrolling through some of the more not safe for the public kind of stuff she had saved on her phone... The last thing she needed was for some disembodied voice to start crying uncontrollably in the corner of her room. Right as she was about to settle down to watch that one video, too. Pretty boys getting it on didn't go with wailing, thank you very much!

And of course, the crying voice was soon joined by another one. And once those quieted down, there was a brief misty figure on the other side of the room.

"Are you done already?"

When she felt a random instance of pure dread rush through her senses, she slumped down on her bed with a great big annoyed sigh. So ready to move out of this damn place.

[ooc: Closed door, open post if you're up for SP. In all honesty I am mostly posting to use at least a portion of an idea I ran out of time to fully use, la.]

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[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle snickered and smirked at him. "A picture for a picture, baby?"

Well, it seemed awfully one-sided right now.

[flickofthewrist]

"You want a picture of your panties wrapped around my dick?" he asked before he nodded. "Done."

[seveninchmotto]

"I do," she confirmed with another smirk. "I've had a few things of mine wrapped around your dick, but never that. I have to witness it from afar."

She bit on her lip. Two fingers? It seemed like time for two fingers.

"So I can properly imagine it when I'm getting off to the idea."

[flickofthewrist]

Flick definitely approved of two fingers. Definitely. He bit down on his lip and kissed her leg again.

"You'll get your pictures, I promise," Flick told her, looking up at her. "Maybe even get you a video of the whole thing."

[seveninchmotto]

"Mmm," Isabelle sighed. "Yes, that'd be helpful. I'd want to see that. I'd want to get wet from watching that. It might even inspire me to send more. Maybe toy photos. I need to unwind at night if work is busy, you know."

[flickofthewrist]

"Would you want me to talk while I'm doing that?" Flick wondered. "Tell you all the nasty things I'd want to do to you and with you when you get back? How I'd want to fuck you against my door or your door when I first see you back. When there'd be just enough restraint to get my pants down and whatever you're wearing down so I could just fuck you right there and then?"

[seveninchmotto]

Was a moan a good enough answer? Because he got one, all nice and deep and probably not something she'd planned to let out.

"Yes." That, however, was intentional. "I'd want you to tell me all about it. All the dirty details. Both about how my panties feel against your dick, and what you want to do to me. Anything and everything."

[flickofthewrist]

"Then, I would," Flick told her, licking his lips and nodding. "You would get to hear the nastiest of the nasty, the dirtiest of the dirty just so it would make your time away from me a little less awful."

He smirked at her. "Have you counting the days till you come back and we can do more than just talk."

[seveninchmotto]

"Although our talk is just extraordinary." A little compliment there. She was breathing a little heavier by now, two fingers sliding slowly in and out. "What you just said about the door was just a tiny preview but I'd swear it made me more wet."

[flickofthewrist]

"By then, my fingers might be totally healed," Flick told her. "Maybe I could use those too. My dick's getting inside you when you first get back but I'll have fingers to maybe work into your ass, give it to you from both ends."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle gave another little moan. "It's been a while since I had that kind of... stimulation." Pause both for phrasing as well as running her slick fingertips over her clit. Convenient. "Mmm. Maybe if you're lucky you'll get to use things that aren't just your fingers, too."

[flickofthewrist]

"Ooooh. That something you want?" Flick asked, sliding closer to her but not too close. Giving her space to do her thing. "You want my cock in your ass, mmm?"

[seveninchmotto]

"Well, you've had mine in yours." Yeah, she was sticking to that way of saying it. She thought it might give him a thrill too. She licked her lips. "Seems only fair."

[flickofthewrist]

"Best dick I've ever had in my ass," he complimented with a little laugh. "I'll be happy to repay the favor, let you feel me in places you have never felt before."

But.

"I'll be gentle. You can trust me with this."

[seveninchmotto]

"I wouldn't let you do that if I didn't think you'd be gentle."

Please, she wouldn't let anyone do that if they couldn't be trusted to do it right.

"You'll be gentle and dirty."

[flickofthewrist]

"You'll like it."

He smirked up at her.

"I know I did."

[seveninchmotto]

"Good, because I intend to do it to you again." More than once, probably. "Because I really want to know what it feels like to screw someone in front of a mirror. And whether I can make you come without actually touching your dick."

[flickofthewrist]

"That'll be a tall order but if you hit the right places with your cock, you might be able to succeed," Flick told her, nodding. "Would I be able to touch my dick or no touching at all?"

[seveninchmotto]

"I'd aim for no touching." So, the opposite of what she was doing right now. "I'd want to try that. Seeing if I could hit the right places enough. I'd let you stroke it if it got to be too much with no payoff, though."

[flickofthewrist]

"I'd let you try," Flick told her, nodding. "It might take some discipline on my part because it's an automatic urge to try and stroke when someone's inside your ass but I'd restrain myself."

[seveninchmotto]

"I'd reward that," she told him as she moved to wiggle her way out of her underwear entirely. Better access. They had to go. "I'd whisper the dirties things in your ear. About how it felt to fuck you, and see you strain."

[flickofthewrist]

"I would not have thought that putting a dick in someone's ass would turn you on so much," Flick told her, reaching and stroking his fingers down her leg. "A kink I didn't think you had, baby."

[seveninchmotto]

"There's control in it," Isabelle pointed out. Her underwear wasn't getting pushed past his fingers on her leg and she was fine with that. "And I love power."

[flickofthewrist]

"I know you do," Flick said because he had definitely figured that out about her. "And I love giving it to you because you know how to use it and make it advantageous for everyone involved. Not just anyone would be allowed to get back there, you know."

[seveninchmotto]

"Oh I know, baby." She'd figured that out too. Her fingers were moving slowly again. She maybe had a plan forming. "I'm special. And I can be depended on to give it to you good. And hey, if you didn't come, I might let you fuck me while I was still wearing the harness. Bet that'd feel good if you hadn't gotten stroked at all."