[Devon'll be skipping along in fifteen just like he said, in grey sweats and a shirt he 100% stole from her closet, none the wiser of what he'll see on the other side of the door after he knocks. He's got a little gameboy color in one hand, eyes on it as he shoulders his way in before looking up.]
[ And there she is, sitting on the bed, both hands by her side, the kit in its package next to her. Panties and no bra, all of her is exposed, hair tied up to show her bare neck and shoulders. ]
Is this what you wanted?
[ She picks up the kit. That's what she meant, of course. ]
[Ee-i-ee-i-ou. He drops his gameboy which would snap his attention away by itself but this time it clips his toe and he yelps, jumping to grab it and tearing his eyes away from the prettiest twins he's ever seen. Only to glance back up, brows up, body several paces forward and closer to the bed.]
[He snorts, holding his gameboy between two hands, barely a grip on it as he shuffles closer. He's transfixed, almost not wanting to get too close in case this delightful dream bubble suddenly pops.]
[He's never dropped something as fast as he drops his gameboy (hitting the floor again, oops,) straight down with gripless fingers. He's close, close, closer and his expression is wide eyed and wondered.]
[ The gameboy is dropped and Cellar hopes it isn't ruined, but at the same time... She prefers Devon with his hands free and his eyes down. Biting her lower lip, she shifts her shoulders back and arches her back so her chest is the star of the show. Putting the kit aside, ]
[And that's all he needs to prompt him bouncing forward, right up between her legs - leaning over her, one hand planted to each breast like a magnet sucked him in. You cannot express in mere words how hot he thinks she is - or just how horny he gets from simply looking at her tits. There's some immediate kneading, like this devon rex is making biscuits.]
[ She basically giggles when Devon leaps, falling on her back to bring him even closer, arms above her head, fully exposed down to her lower body. It's not the first time she's gotten him fixated on her breasts, and Cellar is starting to think she's just as into it as he is.
Maybe normal people don't like to be objectified like this, but hey — neither of them claimed to be normal anyway. ]
You like that?
[ She makes herself sound a certain way, suggestive, soft, a little slutty. ]
[He doesn't anticipate there to be but sometimes you just - you have to ask. You have something beautiful and immaculate right in front of you and you can't believe your luck. Something's gotta give. He's scooting forward, kissing the inner swell of her breast, before leaning back. He feels compelled:]
[ She blinks, brain lagging a couple seconds until she remembers what they were talking about before he came over. Was she so distracted that she completely lost track of that topic in the middle of feeling his doting hands on her? Yes. Yes she was. ]
Oh my god, that's so cute.
[ Reaching up, Cellar cups his face warmly. She might as well: ]
[He likes his face cupped. He's a little bit pink, hands still on her breasts - tongue out of the corner of his lip and rolling over it. He stares at her (in the eyes) for a beat now that they've both exchanged costumes and then his eyes droop. His fingers knead, thumbs to her nipples. And again he licks his lips.]
[ She bites her lower lip, utterly incapable of hiding her smile, nipples perked up against Devon's thumbs. Cellar already feels a little wetness between her legs, dampening her panties. One hand wrapped around his knuckles, she brings his hand up, isolates a finger and slips into her mouth, eyes shut to suck on it like it's the only thing she's been thinking about. Nice and wet, she brings it back down to her nipple. ]
I think you're hot too, Devon. [ Tilting her head, hair splayed on the bed, ] I touch myself thinking about you.
[He's just awestruck by her, feeling her spit on his finger as he crooks it and rubs a wet little circle around her nipple. His gaze stares down at her chest for a beat before returning up to her eyes.]
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no spoilers but i can borrow some of ur panties
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and the tuck kit?
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[Free hanging would be so much easier but AESTHETIC...]
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wanna come by to pick it up?
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i'm not giving you any spoilers on my costume tho
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do you think I'm that easy???
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coming over in 15
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[ aka taking everything off except her underwear. ]
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Is this what you wanted?
[ She picks up the kit. That's what she meant, of course. ]
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[Ee-i-ee-i-ou. He drops his gameboy which would snap his attention away by itself but this time it clips his toe and he yelps, jumping to grab it and tearing his eyes away from the prettiest twins he's ever seen. Only to glance back up, brows up, body several paces forward and closer to the bed.]
What- What was the question again?
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[ Fake-contemplative. She dangles the kit a little bit. ]
Maybe you should come closer so you can hear me.
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Close enough or - closer?
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[ She lifts her foot slightly, uses the shadow to create a snake-like tendril, crawling in an S pattern, coiling around Devon's ankle to tug. ]
Closer.
[ She parts her legs then, just enough to welcome him between her knees. She dangles the kit again, looking at the gameboy, then back at him. ]
Can you hold two things at the same time?
[ Like the gameboy and the kit. Or her breasts. ]
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Can I use both hands?
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I don't know, can you?
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[And that's all he needs to prompt him bouncing forward, right up between her legs - leaning over her, one hand planted to each breast like a magnet sucked him in. You cannot express in mere words how hot he thinks she is - or just how horny he gets from simply looking at her tits. There's some immediate kneading, like this devon rex is making biscuits.]
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Maybe normal people don't like to be objectified like this, but hey — neither of them claimed to be normal anyway. ]
You like that?
[ She makes herself sound a certain way, suggestive, soft, a little slutty. ]
You can suck on them if you want to.
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[He doesn't anticipate there to be but sometimes you just - you have to ask. You have something beautiful and immaculate right in front of you and you can't believe your luck. Something's gotta give. He's scooting forward, kissing the inner swell of her breast, before leaning back. He feels compelled:]
... It's the Powerpuff Girls. I'm Buttercup.
[You seduced it out of him. Easily.]
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Oh my god, that's so cute.
[ Reaching up, Cellar cups his face warmly. She might as well: ]
I'm gonna be Barbie.
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[He likes his face cupped. He's a little bit pink, hands still on her breasts - tongue out of the corner of his lip and rolling over it. He stares at her (in the eyes) for a beat now that they've both exchanged costumes and then his eyes droop. His fingers knead, thumbs to her nipples. And again he licks his lips.]
... You're so fucking hot.
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I think you're hot too, Devon. [ Tilting her head, hair splayed on the bed, ] I touch myself thinking about you.
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[He's just awestruck by her, feeling her spit on his finger as he crooks it and rubs a wet little circle around her nipple. His gaze stares down at her chest for a beat before returning up to her eyes.]
... I do that too. To you.
cw: pseudo-incest yet again
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