seveninchmotto | Room 17, Second Floor, Haunted House, Saturday Evening

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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"Because if you want to rest, you need to stop doing that so we can rest comfortably."

Not that he was comfortable right now. "You keep moving and my dick is not gonna...do whatever it needs to do to calm down."

"Never said I wanted to rest." Squirm. Squirm squirm squirm. "I'll rest when you're relaxed."

"Goddammit," he mumbled, hissing and sighing against her shoulder. "Fine, fine. Let me have some room and I'll...I'll jerk off or something."

Isabelle snickered, but didn't let off just yet.

"Promise?"

"Yes," he said, sighing and hissing all at once. "I'll go in your bathroom so I don't make a mess on the bed."

"What?" Isabelle asked, throwing a glance at him over her shoulder. "What about my show? Can't you jack off and then go clean up? Here I had visions of me snuggling up to your side with your arm around me while you bring yourself to climax with your good hand. Very romantic."

It was rather typical Isabelle to only reach for romance in a context like this.

"That's romantic?" he asked, snickering. "I mean, I can do that. I just didn't know if you were up for it considering you just came. I was just thinking of you with a quick orgasm so I could come back to bed but if you wanna watch, okay."

"Oh, it can still be just a quick orgasm," she told him, rolling onto her back now. "I just want to be present for it."

"Come here," Flick told her, rolling onto his back and beckoning her closer so she could snuggle up to him and he could put his arm around her. "Come here and watch me jerk myself off."

"I thought you'd never ask," Isabelle cooed, before another chuckle, as she moved closer to settle down against him, all cozy. "Thank you."

Flick snickered and reached down to wrap his hand around his cock. He didn't waste anytime in doing that. Before too long, he was stroking at a steady clip, smooth though and with still some focus and control.

He didn't talk though because he was focusing on what he was doing and didn't want to falter when he'd been denying himself for awhile now.

"Mmm." Isabelle exhaled a sigh and nuzzled his shoulder a little while she watched. He really didn't need to waste any time on her account. Or talk, either. "Yes, stroke it, baby."

She could provide a few sultry words of her own.

"Doing my best," he said, stroking harder and closing his eyes. The arm around her tightened and he reached down to fondle his balls for a second or two before going right back to what he was doing.

The stroking got a little quicker and he paid some more focused attention to the head and near the base, shivering as he did.

"And your best is good," Isabelle murmured. She reached to give his neck a little kiss, then settled right back down into watching, licking her lips. "Very hot. Keep going." She knew he didn't need to be urge but she did it anyway. "Keep going for me, Jon."

She didn't need to tell him twice. Or even once, actually, because he kept going. By this point his hips were thrusting into his hands, cock appearing and disappearing in between Flick's fingers.

He moaned a bit and shut his eyes, head pushing back against her pillow. "Something sweet. Say something sweet to me. Please?"

He sounded small and a little vulnerable there because he just wanted to hear something nice and warm while he did this. Just a random urge that his heart had that couldn't be stopped.

What was it with him and randomly tugging on the heartstrings she was barely aware she had, at unexpected moments? It was highly annoying.

(No, it wasn't. She would've just liked to pretend it was.)

There was a pause. But just a short one. "I don't want to take your clothes with me to get off in them," she whispered. "I want to take them with me because they smell like you, and that makes me feel comfortable." And maybe that wasn't new but stating it in so many words was pretty big for her. "And I want your hand to heal so I can hold it."

Properly, not cautiously.

"Baby, thank you. Thank you," Flick said, using the same tone of voice he'd just used to request that. He stroked harder and faster, licking his lips and thrusting up into his hand.

His back stayed arched and he stroked a few more times before he started coming with a wordless shout. His whole body was tense and tight while he started coming on his hand and stomach.

Ugh, that tone. It just inexplicably made her want to hold him close and tight.

She settled for rubbing her hand against his chest while she was watching him come. And while she was watching him calm down. Murmuring his name a few times.

And Flick had no idea what that tone did to her. He just knew it was one he couldn't help sometimes so it came out. He was panting for a few moments before that abated and his body started to uncoil and relax.

"Thank you," he said. Sorry, that tone was still there and he leaned closer to kiss her temple. "You're so worth everything."

God, what an asshole. Isabelle kept rubbing her hand against his chest in a slow circle, and sighed quietly.

"You're welcome," she murmured, softly.

"You know how I feel. You deserve that too," he said, tone still the same as before. He gave her temple one more kiss and then sighed into silence.

He'd have to get up to clean up in a bit but right now he was just going to lay there with her.

Good, because Isabelle wasn't about to let go of him immediately either. She draped her arm across his chest and quietly kissed his shoulder.

Way better for everyone than him sneaking off to the bathroom.

Room 17, Second Floor, Haunted House, Saturday Evening

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