unbr8kable | continuations

Something tells me you'll be the first to know.

[She kisses the other side of his mouth, wiping away the last of the mess]

...Speaking of. You said you had some...special garments...you needed some help with?

Ah... yeah.

I mean... I mean, if that's cool?

[He shifts again,]

You tell me. I mean, you ain't told me what they were yet. Let's see 'em.

[He hesitates - hesitates again]

[Reaches over for a couple of options]

[He can't seem to meet her eyes]

[She looks them each over, and then again, expression like a kid at Christmas. When she finally speaks, her voice is low and gravelly and tinging on eager]

Yeah--yeah, we can make these work.

You gonna strip yourself down or you need help with that, too?

[His cheeks are very dark; he bites at his lip and shifts a little, gaze firmly on the floor]

Could use a hand?

If you don't, like - mind, or nothing.

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Pretty sure that's my line.

[She leans in--tips his face up, and leaves another lingering kiss on his mouth]

[Leans into it, a little helpless - tries for another kiss, before she can pull back]

[She hums but readily kisses him again, a hand running down to the small of his back]

[Leaning into it, trying to deepen it, if she'll let him,]

[Apparently she will! The hand at her waist sinks lower down his hip as she opens for him, licking into his mouth]

[He makes a soft sound into it - shivers and parts his lips for her]

[Takes her time exploring his mouth, deliberate. Her other hand runs over his ass and back to his waistband, tugging his shirt free]

[He leans into that other hand, as well - lets his own hands come up to trace the shape of her, through the crisp lines of the suit]

[Does a bad job at not pressing eagerly into the touch, though she stays on target, working the tight fabric of his shirt up his chest and over his head.

Of course, there are a few detours to run over the lines of his chest and tweak at his nipples before freeing him, but she gets there eventually]

[From the reactions, they aren't unwelcome detours; he shivers under the path her hands take - jolt at the tweaks to his nipples]

[When he's free of the shirt at last, he's decidedly more flushed, and it stretches all the way down to his chest]

[She flicks over his chest again before moving to his waistband--prodding a bit lower]

Better figure out something to do with this, hmm?

[He shudders, hard - shifts a little, to press into her touch]

P-probly, yeah.

What d'you suggest? Sounded like you had something in mind.

I - I guess just make it so it don't, like - show. Underneath.

[She hums, considering--strokes up the bulge before working her hands into the waistband so she can work down his pants]

[He shivers, at the soft touch - shifts, and bites down on his lip]

[His pants come down easily enough; soon he's in nothing but his form-fitting boxer-briefs and nothing else]

[This gets a stroke of its own, less soft, before she works the underwear down his hips as well. If perhaps more time than strictly necessary is spent adjusting the fabric over the curve of his rear and the jut of his dick, surely that is coincidence]

[Surely it is,]

[Coincidence or not, though, he seems not to mind the extra time spent, if the hitching of his breath and the restless shift of his hips is any indication]

[It is one way to solve the current problem. And even once his underwear has fallen to the ground, she takes him in hand, giving a few dry strokes (well, as dry as he is at present, which perhaps isn't very,)]

Which one you wanna start with? Something to show off to your fans?

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