[ Hair long enough to get in her face as she leans over to touch his lips with her own, Cellar's good mood translates into warmth, affectionate mirth that invites her to indulge in their kisses, like sipping on a hot, sweet drink in the middle of Autumn. Can you say someone is cozy without sounding like an absolute dork?
She stays close, gaze switching between his mouth, his eyes, lighter blue now. She'll have to ask him about that. ]
How about you lie back like a good boy.
[ Failure on the Not Sounding Like an Absolute Dork front. Cellar pushes herself back up, projecting a shadow on his chest; one gesture and a string snakes from it to her hand, used to tie Theo's wrist to the headboard, body arched into him with all the intention to make him feel the curve between her legs, all that's separating them the single layer of her underwear. Process mirrored on his other hand, Cellar sits back to admire her work — any sign that Theo's done playing around and they'll dissipate like smoke — as smug as can be. ]
Can't decide if I should suck you off or just leave you like this. [ Hmm. She purses her lips, twisted to the side in mock-pensiveness. Ignore the way she starts to grind backwards, soft and slow. That couldn't be a motivator, surely. ] Thoughts?
cw: time to get nsfw
She stays close, gaze switching between his mouth, his eyes, lighter blue now. She'll have to ask him about that. ]
How about you lie back like a good boy.
[ Failure on the Not Sounding Like an Absolute Dork front. Cellar pushes herself back up, projecting a shadow on his chest; one gesture and a string snakes from it to her hand, used to tie Theo's wrist to the headboard, body arched into him with all the intention to make him feel the curve between her legs, all that's separating them the single layer of her underwear. Process mirrored on his other hand, Cellar sits back to admire her work — any sign that Theo's done playing around and they'll dissipate like smoke — as smug as can be. ]
Can't decide if I should suck you off or just leave you like this. [ Hmm. She purses her lips, twisted to the side in mock-pensiveness. Ignore the way she starts to grind backwards, soft and slow. That couldn't be a motivator, surely. ] Thoughts?