@jongdae k。ᶻᵉᵘˢ She pondered his inquiry, carefully planning out her response. "Your thought process?" She repeated, the words falling off her lips with an amused tone. "Not particularly, but I'm not sure how either one of us could this up- so, yes. I trust your thought process." She whispered out, lissome digits hooking on the underside of his boxers to tug the waistband down, desperately trying to pull them off despite the awkward position she was in. "These. Off." Was all she managed to reply as her own undergarments were ironically---literally ripped from her body.
@wheein j。ʰᵉʳᵃ His moan is muffled against her s as such a small palm takes care of the pain in his pants. Legs spread wider, and his arm tightens on her waist, tongue pulling flat at her , a stripe up to swell to riddle her neck with blue, red, creating his signature of amaranthine possession. “Love,” He growls, firm hands moving down her body, gripping onto her thighs. “Do you,” He pants, closing his eyes, “trust my thought process?” He knows she wants to play, to coax from him until he’s whispering her name in blessing’s, but he needs to feel her.. And not in the way she expects. To have her above him, riddled with pleasure and sobbing, to feel her break, because he’d lose himself if he saw it. She’d still be able to play, but at a more pleasured cost. Jongdae pecks her lips, and lays back, hands that were on her thighs pushing up her skirt to grip the flimsy fabric of her .
@jongdae k。ᶻᵉᵘˢ Jongdae’s desire was unquestionably insatiable— once he had a taste, it was nearly impossible to stop him. Granted, she had no intention of doing so. She knew exactly what she was doing: she had been down this road many times. His brute force was surprising, yet welcomed. She undid the restrictions of his jeans, nimble digits finding it routine to wrap her fingers around the hidden underneath his boxers. Lewd symphonies escaped her lips with each exhale as his tongue ravaged her s, bringing about pleasure that she had not experienced in what felt like a millennia.
@wheein j。ʰᵉʳᵃ His groan is soft among her , pulling from his wife’s bosom to peer up at her. His pupils are blown with need, and his legs spread to encourage her tiny palm against his growing bulge. “Let me taste, and you’ll have your way.” He murmurs, and with sudden force, tears her shirt down the middle, and pulls her s from the lovely cup of her bra. Jongdae, despite becoming a near monster for a few moments, is tender in how his tongue laves across the pert , ling her skin into his mouth, feeding off of the pure, motherly sin of her body.
@jongdae k。ᶻᵉᵘˢ /Leaning back ever so slightly, I rest a hand on your groin, perking up an eyebrow/
I want to have my way with...that.
/upon the final syllable uttered, I push down slightly on the area/
@wheein j。ʰᵉʳᵃ And what’s that? /Brings my hands up to pull your shirt down, exposing your bra clad s, and pushing my face between them. I sit there, quiet, for a moment, before making a blubbering sound./
@jongdae k。ᶻᵉᵘˢ /rolls my eyes with a hearty laughter, hands supporting the back of your head./
Of course you can- as long as I get to do something after-
@wheein j。ʰᵉʳᵃ /Nods into your s, for both questions, and makes a rumbling sound with my lips. I pull back to look up at you, and smile./
Can I keep doin’ it?
@jongdae k。ᶻᵉᵘˢ A good weak? Like weak in the heart?
/lets out a hearty laughter and glides my fingers through your hair/
Are you trying to motorboat me-
@wheein j。ʰᵉʳᵃ No, it’s a good weak, a good one, okay? /Goes cross eyed as I try to look up at your hand .... But fails and ultimately buries my face in your chest./
Mmfmfphm
@jongdae k。ᶻᵉᵘˢ /emits a surprised yelp when we suddenly begin falling onto the bed, tightening around your frame for fear of falling off/
Weak? That’s not good- are you sure you’re well?
/playfully reaches a hand up to press the back of my palm to your forehead/