thedispatch | Forgiven

[ Rolling her freed wrists, she barely pays any attention to the belt-- in fact, she immediately sets to unbuttoning his soiled shirt. If he'll allow it, she'll shimmy it down his arms to be rid of the garment altogether, tossing it atop the pile of clothing they've already started. ]

Do you want to move to the bed, darling? Or would you prefer the shower?

[ He glances down at the bed, obviously weighing the options. A shower is the logical answer, as they both worked up a bit of sweat during all that. But he really just wants to climb into bed, have her finish him off and fall asleep together. ]

Perhaps we can shower in the morning. Unless you feel too much a mess, right now.

[ His trousers are next. Grell drops them to the floor, hands grasping his hips to guide him to the bed, sitting him down so she can tug the legs free, and rid him of his socks while she's at at. ]

Darling, whatever you want is fine by me♥

[ Trailing her hands up and along his thighs, she rises up to steal his lips in another kiss. ]

[ After a brief kiss, he's scooting back on the bed. But an arm wrapped around her middle coaxes her along with him. He lays himself back on the pillows, expecting her to linger above him. ]

Then I suppose the answer is bed.

[ Grell chuckles, crawling along with him. She presses a kiss to his lips, his cheek, his jaw, and his neck. Continuing to trail downward, he hands knead along his sides to his hips, exploring along until they find his cock. ]

What else do you want?

[ His cock throbs the moment it's touched, making it plainly obvious what he's expecting her to do. ]

Honestly, do you even need to ask me that?

Come now, have a little fun.

[ Dragging her tongue over the raised flesh of his nipple, slow and gratuitously, she guides her palm along his length with just as much attention. ]

[ There's a sharp intake of breath. Apparently he's never had his nipples played with! ]

I have been. [ He almost sounds offended. ] I tied you up, didn't I?

[ Well, that's a fun reaction. She'll just have to venture across his chest, placing a kiss into the valley between his pectorals along the way - and she pauses there, allowing her lips to graze the other while she speaks.]

Which was delightful, by the way.

[ Allowing her hand to build some pace, she encircles his nipple by the tip of her tongue with a feather-light touch, before taking it into her mouth to suckle. ]

[ The breath isn't as quick this time, but rather a slow exhale as his eyes drift shut. ]

You will be buying me a new belt. And shirt.

[ That earns another chuckle! Her lips leave him only briefly. ]

Do I get to pick them out?

[ And then she's crawling lower, mouth exploring the definition of his toned torso as she goes. Her tongue traces the dip of a hipbone, before hovering over the tip of his desire, of which she's slowed her strokes over, in favor of teasing with soft, blowing breaths. ]

Not if you keep teasing me that way.

[ He doesn't sound entirely disapproving of it, though. Shown by the way his fingers have found their way to threading through her hair. ]

So impatient~

[ Delving her tongue into its tip, she then repeats the motion of swirling her tongue, this time about its head. ]

[ There's a low grunt, an approval of the way her tongue is moving. His fingers tighten in her hair just so, not quite enough to force her onward, but definitely suggesting it. ]

I could be patient for another century, if you'd prefer that.

[ With the faintest scoff, she licks over her lips, nuzzling her head against that hold. ]

You think it would be that easy to escape me now? [ She doesn't waste any more time, dragging her tongue up from the base to the tip, just before taking him into her mouth in full. ]

No. I've accepted my fate, at this point.

[ A fate which he seems to be enjoying quite a bit. He's still very much alight from feeling Grell's body tightening and shaking around him. And now that the warmth of her body is engulfing him again, he can't help the twitch of his hips and the shudder of his breath. His eyes remain closed, focusing on each touch of her lips and tongue. ]

[ Grell hums in approval about his cock, hands holding at his hips, kneading at them firmly. She pulls back, only to take his length once more, building to a slow rhythm. No more teasing; he's done far too well with pleasuring her tonight. ]

[ As she bobs her head, his hands move with her, still guiding, but allowing her to showcase her skill more than anything. And gosh is she talented in this field. A groan escapes him each time her mouth threatens to leave his cock, but takes him again. It won't be much longer, he's certain of that. ]

[ Grell enjoys this; his hands in her hair, the taste of him, and especially how she's responsible for making him steadily fall apart.

Her hands shift down to his thighs, gently nudging them apart to settle more comfortably between them. Resting one leg over her shoulder, she idly pets along the tender skin where the inner thigh connects to the hip-- her other hand massaging at his scrotum. ]

[ That gets his hips to twitch, the added stimulation pushing him ever closer. He swallows heavily, fingers gripping into her hair. Though he was happy to let her control her movements, now he can't help his hips lifting to push himself deeper and faster into her mouth. ]

[ Though Grell gives something of a whine, she doesn't make any attempt to stop him. The pressure to the back of her throat has her eyes watering, as she does what she can to keep herself relaxed, and avoid the unseemly sound of retching.

Leaving his leg be in favour of wrapping her hand around the base of his cock, she ensures that what her mouth temporarily leaves behind isn't left neglected. ]

[ She won't see his eyes shut tight or his teeth bite hard into his tongue, but she'll certainly feel the muscles of his thighs tighten before he stills completely. Finally toppling over, his cum spills out, filling her mouth. His breathing becomes shaky as he rides the waves of his orgasm to its end. Slowly, his fingers unclasp her hair and fall limp to his sides, leaving her to pull of his cock as she pleases. ]

[ Grell gradually slows the pace she's built until he's done, and only then does she pull off of his cock, fingers pressed over her lips as she swallows down the last of his cum.

With a purr of a hum, she crawls up to perch over him, licking at her lips. ]

Satisfied?

[ With that, she leans in for a kiss! ]

[ His breath is still settling a bit when Grell kisses him. But once she pulls away, he licks at his lips, and odd look on his face. That's the first time he's ever tasted cum, and he's not sure if it's more or less appealing being his own. ]

Quite so. [ He pauses, licking his lips again. ] Do you enjoy that taste?

[ His reaction is quite priceless, and Grell finds herself biting at her lip to prevent outright laughter. ]

I would say it's-- and acquired taste. [ Okay, so she still can't help but giggle. ] I enjoy that it's yours.

[ She turns her hips to lay onto the bed beside him, snuggled up to his side. ]

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