[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.]
[ Her hands carefully hold him then, between his cheeks and his ears, to pull him down into a kiss, slow and tender — more tender than they usually are. The moment of softness comes with the regret that she can't call him Kier anymore, the name he had when he was her brother, charged with that meaning of taboo that they both like so much. Cellar slips her tongue to brush against his, wet and growing just slightly more intense, wrapping one leg around him, taking his hand to place it between her thighs, bulge making her panties feel tight. She can't help herself when she grins at him, question barely above a whisper, ]
[His head buzzes when they kiss - this slow, sweet kiss that feels as familiar as every other kiss they've shared and yet also as something more. Something deeper, water he slips into and sinks down into, letting himself feel the fire in his gut it ignites. He licks back into her mouth, chasing the kiss even after it breaks, his hand sliding down her stomach to pick at the waistband of her panties.]
Y-Yeah. You see what you do to me?
[Hard. Flushed. Pawing at her panties, pulling them down her hips insistently.]
[ Her body moves like it's obedient to his hands, to what he wants, hips down as she arches her back and the elastic of her waistband slides, over the soft skin of her length, wet at the tip. She kisses him back with the same enthusiasm and hunger, reaching for his pants, fingers working to get them down and out of the way, so she can shove her hand under his underwear and jerk him off. ]
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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
See what you do to your big sis?
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Y-Yeah. You see what you do to me?
[Hard. Flushed. Pawing at her panties, pulling them down her hips insistently.]
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