She lays back, pulling him with her so she can grind up against him. "Not even my birthday," she grins, kissing him again. "You know I've never used toys before?"
"Hmm." The sound is a dubious purr as he follows her down without protest. His kiss is deep for a moment before he pulls back with her lip between his teeth. Sweeney holds it a second before releasing it to speak.
"With a man? 'Cause I seem ta remember somethin' 'bout ya wantin' ta use yer bullet ta have me rattlin' all the way up in you." Presumably, that means she's at least used one on her own.
Sweeney cups her face, sinking his fingers back into her hair while his eyes dance over her features for a moment. His grin swells wide and wicked.
"Fuck yeah, I am." He claims her mouth hotly, urging his body against hers. He's hungry for her, the image of her taking Dorian, the feel of being inside her, the way he wants her to subjugate that cunt to worship her in every way she'd have him. Sweeney finally breaks enough for some air.
"I'm gonna see you have plenty ta choose from. I wanna watch ya show him how you can take what you want." He softens for a moment and traces her cheekbone softly with his thumb.
"You want him ta beg fer you, ta suck yer cunt, ta be bound an' caned..." His grin is tightly bound and sinks his dimples.
It's a gift no one else could possibly have given her and she makes a soft, grateful, hungry sound as she kisses him. There's a distinct, new ferocity in her sometimes; like now, parting her lips for him, confidently sliding her hand between them to untuck his shirt.
Sweeney's purr hums in his throat as he shifts his weight to escape each of his braces in turn, never straying too far from her mouth and taking opportune moments to kiss her. He smiles against her as he helps her wiggle his shirt up and over his head.
His hands immediately seek reciprocate, longing to expose her skin so he can revel in the smell and taste of her. Later, he will ask her what she'll want; other toys, tools, extra whores. But right now, there is only her and the warmth and want that comes with being with her. Fuck, how he misses this.
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Date: 2022-02-14 06:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-02-14 06:53 pm (UTC)"With a man? 'Cause I seem ta remember somethin' 'bout ya wantin' ta use yer bullet ta have me rattlin' all the way up in you." Presumably, that means she's at least used one on her own.
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Date: 2022-02-15 06:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-02-15 06:47 pm (UTC)"Fuck yeah, I am." He claims her mouth hotly, urging his body against hers. He's hungry for her, the image of her taking Dorian, the feel of being inside her, the way he wants her to subjugate that cunt to worship her in every way she'd have him. Sweeney finally breaks enough for some air.
"I'm gonna see you have plenty ta choose from. I wanna watch ya show him how you can take what you want." He softens for a moment and traces her cheekbone softly with his thumb.
"You want him ta beg fer you, ta suck yer cunt, ta be bound an' caned..." His grin is tightly bound and sinks his dimples.
"I want ya ta have it all."
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Date: 2022-02-16 01:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-02-16 01:29 am (UTC)Sweeney's purr hums in his throat as he shifts his weight to escape each of his braces in turn, never straying too far from her mouth and taking opportune moments to kiss her. He smiles against her as he helps her wiggle his shirt up and over his head.
His hands immediately seek reciprocate, longing to expose her skin so he can revel in the smell and taste of her. Later, he will ask her what she'll want; other toys, tools, extra whores. But right now, there is only her and the warmth and want that comes with being with her. Fuck, how he misses this.