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Interesting...

[And her gaze flicks obviously from his face to the obvious surge of interest. Her voice stays casual if slightly breathy, but the lace stays pulled taut, scratchy against his length. At the end, she twists her grip around him; twists it back, lacy grip firm around the ridge of his head]

So you picked all this excessive lacy stuff just on coincidence? Sounds suspicious.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[The first twist drags a noise from him that's remarkably like a whimper; the second earns an outright whine, accompanied by a full-body shudder]

[His mouth falls open, and his eyelids shiver closed; the hands at her sides take fistfuls of her shirt, as though to ground him]

It ain't - it ain't suspicious, I just -

Th-thought it'd look good.

[unbr8kable]

[Seems like the experiment was a success, though like any good scientist, she attempts to recreate her results a few times to make sure it was not a fluke]

Thought it'd look good against your dick?

[Her free hand finally moves, sliding up his body to flick over his bare nipple. At length she tears herself away from the scrunch of his eyes and the pink of his mouth to leans in, breath washing over his ear]

I mean. You're right. So don't think I'm complaining. Dressing you up was the whole point, right?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[It seems like the results of this experiment are remarkably consistent; each twist draws a shuddering breath, or a whimper, or a gasp. His hips judder forward, attempting instinctively to push him more fully into her hold. The tip is suspiciously damp again, along with the fabric of her gloves]

That - I - I mean - I wasn't thinking about -

[And that's about when her fingers find his nipple, and he jolts at the touch - flushes crimson at the rest of her words - licks at his lips, trying to catch his breath]

I - I guess? Probly.

[unbr8kable]

[Theory proven, she moves to putting those learnings to good use, switching up the pressure and route of her hand, the amount of contact, the light scrape of her thumbnail over his length. He's wet enough by now that the drag of the fabric has begun to take on some weight of its own, though she doesn't slow--more the opposite]

You "guess"?

[Snorts indelicately, grazing teeth over his earlobe]

Maybe just 'cause you ain't wearing clothes now don't mean I don't like dressing you up. Maybe I been thinking about having you in a place like this for a while.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He moans again, long and low - at the words, perhaps, or the motions of her hand, or the way she's finally beginning to speed her pace to something more than a tease. He's flushed too dark to truly qualify as shameless, but he's not making any effort now to still the way his hips press him forward for more]

J-jesus. That's -

[A protracted shudder, as she grazes his ear]

That's - d-did you for real?

[unbr8kable]

[Her ears go hot, though if anything she follows his lead, speeding up as he does]

W-well. We got that book that one time, so makes sense, don't it...?

I-I mean. Didn't you?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[A soft whine, as she begins to speed up. He bites at his lip, and can't quite seem to meet her gaze. The blush has reached his ears; in her hand, his cock gives a hard twitch, a fresh trickle of precome damping the fabric of her gloves]

I, uh. Yeah. M-me, too.

I like. I kept that one. Th-thought about it, some.

[unbr8kable]

Oh yeah?

[Her face is warm as she nips at the crook of his neck, warmer than the satin and metal over his chest and even the sure grip at his cock--which abruptly releases as she stands up straight]

...Then I guess we should call it here, right? No way you're interested in these distractions.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He fails entirely at tamping down on the whimper when she lets him go; his hips judder forward, chasing the touch and pressing him into nothing but empty air. Between them, his cock looks almost painfully hard; it twitches again as she watches, another droplet of moisture tracing its slow way down the length of him]

X-Xia...

[unbr8kable]

[She smiles beatifically, prosthetic brushing down to his waist before pulling away there, too]

Need something?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He shivers at the touch of her prosthetic, not at all where he needs it - at her smile, and the tone of her voice. His cock twitches again, hard, and he shifts from one foot to the other]

Not... need.

[Another shift, not quite outright squirming, but not far off]

I mean, s'like you said. Dressing up's the whole point, right? S-so.

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Of course! You prolly been waiting for me this whole time, you could've just said something.

[She brushes past him, lacy sleeves somehow brushing low over his front as she passes]

Lucky for you, I got something I think you'll like. Take this?

[For now, all she offers is her palm--from the shake of it, indicating the damp glove]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He shudders at the brush of her sleeve, that too-light touch just a hint of what she's taken away - bites down on his lip, and doesn't quite manage to not rock forward, chasing after the touch]

[When even that small contact is gone, he shifts from one foot to the other again - shivers, and reaches out to take her glove when she offers it]

R-right. Lemme, uh - lemme get that.

[He eases it off with as much care as he used to put it on, though his hands are decidedly less steady, this time]

[unbr8kable]

[How the turntables have turned. She watches him greedily as ever, eyes catching on each shift and shiver. Her grin is Cheshire-broad]

You gonna make sure they're clean, too?

[She waggles her fingers again]

[crossmyheartandhope]

U-uh. Yeah. I can - yeah.

[He shifts again - flushes, dark, and takes a tentative step nearer, taking her hand in both of his own]

[He starts with her palm, gentle kitten-laps of his tongue - works over the whole of it before turning his attention to the first finger. It gets the same attention, soft little flicks of the tongue all the way to the tip; when he gets there, he shifts again, restless, as he parts his lips and takes it inside]

[unbr8kable]

[She can feel it all this time, and her breathing goes heavy well before he even takes her in. When he finally does, her pulse jumps, a small noise coming from the back of her throat--at least until she realizes and forces out some unnaturally gravelly words]

A-always such a good boy, cleaning up your own mess.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[His cheeks go darker at the words; below, his cock gives another hard twitch, a new drop of moisture welling up at the tip]

[He makes an indistinct sort of hum in response - agreement or denial, it's impossible to tell - but it comes with a pleasant vibration surrounding the finger still in his mouth. His pupils are blown, eyes fixed almost longingly on her face; at length, he pulls off again, slow, and moves to give the next finger the same attention]

[unbr8kable]

Fuck, Cross...

[There's a breathless wobble in her voice, and her fingers twitch against his tongue. The rest of her shifts restlessly as well, her expression hyperfocused at where he swallows her up]

Keep that up, you ain't gonna make it into any more clothes...

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He swallows around her, tongue rippling against the pad of her finger - goes to withdraw, teeth grazing her skin gently as he pulls back]

[When he speaks again, his voice is decidedly rougher - more than a little shaky]

...sorry. Guess, uh.

[He licks at his lips - shifts again, restless]

Guess we better focus?

[unbr8kable]

[She whimpers at the deliberate movements of his tongue--of the slow scrape of his teeth--and she doesn't quite manage not to chase after]

...Better apologize. You shouldn't be allowed to be that sexy.

[From her expression, at least some of her feels this is an adequate amount of sexy,]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He shifts again, at the sound of that whimper, cock bobbing in the open air - swallows hard, eyes still trained on her expression]

S-sorry. Guess I'm bad at keeping away from - distractions.

[unbr8kable]

Sure are.

[Her voice is plenty distracted for as focused as her eyes are on him, chasing his flush from the bob of his adam's apple to the bob of his dick, and she wets her lips, unconscious but anticipatory--leans in almost close enough to touch him]

Should work on that. Naughty boys get punishments, y'know...

[Regardless of if this is intended as a warning or as a promise, she somehow pulls herself away--turns completely to finally pick another selection from her haul]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[It's impossible to miss the way his breath catches on that promise - the way he sways toward her, just slightly, like there's some kind of magnetic pull at work]

[His cheeks are very dark, eyes captivated, and he makes a small sound at the back of his throat, just before she turns away]

[She can probably hear the shaky breath behind her - certainly can tell how unsteady his voice has become]

O-oh yeah? What's... the punishment?

[unbr8kable]

[She doesn't turn back around, but it's still quite obvious he has her full attention, both from the angle of her head and the restless frisson across the line of her shoulders. Ostensibly her tone is going for offhand, though it lands closer to eager]

Mmm... Probably a spanking for something like this. Is that what you want?

[At this she finally turns, color high in her cheeks and expression as eager as her tone]