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24.May.22, 12:18 PM
“Never,” T’ryn repeated, mischief dancing in his eyes as his fingers kept drawing the delightful noises from M’quel. “Of course, you can always just start greeting me nude on your ledge and really save us some time.” He was grinning, teasing more than anything else but knowing what he knew of his friend, she was going to do exactly that next time. It was too easy to picture her skipping out to meet him in such a way but he’d no doubt still be surprised the first time it happened. Truthfully, he’d noticed how M’quel almost always wore pants since Impressing since it made riding easier and likely made her movements around the infirmary easier as well. Going without underwear while wearing pants wouldn’t really give him the easy access he was used to thanks to past secret lovers still wearing dresses. He almost withheld that information until later when playtime was over but figured he could word it like an order for her own arousal. “Never wear underwear when you’re in a dress and there’s a chance we’ll cross paths, sweetling. It will make it easier to fuck you where we shouldn’t be.”
Another grin and T’ryn brought his fingers slick with her juices to M’quel’s mouth so she could clean them before they were pulled away and replaced with his tongue. As they kissed, T’ryn guided her hands to the fly of his pants, knowing M’quel got a thrill out of freeing his cock—though normally it involved her giving him head immediately after. But this time he kept her pinned against the wall, mouths locked together, with only her ability to stroke him still accessible. He was already hard, aroused from what they were doing and M’quel shedding some of her modesty for his fetish that night so he didn’t waste more precious time with foreplay.
Breaking free of M’quel’s mouth and touch, T’ryn spun her around and had her brace against the wall in the promised position he said he’d take her in at the Hold’s library. When she was properly on display and the dress pushed aside, T’ryn stepped in close, slipping his erection deep within and shuddering at the feel of it and let out a long blissful sigh. After revelling in that sensation a moment longer, T’ryn set a hard driving pace and ordered M’quel to rub her clit as well to increase the pitch of her mewls of pleasure and help push her to the edge. Sneaking around for sex was quick and dirty, nothing fancy with build ups and teasing; just a good fast fuck to get off with.
T’ryn wasn’t sure what all he whispered during the act though he was fairly confident he had called them both filthy sluts and listed other places he wanted to take her in. He brushed aside her hair to nip at the crook of her neck when she came. Whatever else he may have said, he did know he praised her as he climaxed soon after with, “you’re so fucking hot, M’quel, and made for these games.” He pulled out and spun her around once more so they could properly celebrate that shared moment with another searing kiss.
Normally he and his lover would have righted themselves and returned to the crowd but he was still rock hard and aching with need. Despite what he had been getting up to with M’quel from the lake to her ledge, it didn’t hit the spot quite like this had and he wanted more. They hadn’t been gone too long so they wouldn’t be missed just yet, right? “Let’s risk it,” he said aloud, forgetting she hadn’t been in on his inner struggle about time and being smart about what they were doing. He could just have her blow him and while he knew she would enjoy it, he wanted M’quel to have as much fun as he was getting so he took her hand and nodded in the direction of a couch.
“I can’t go back out there in this state. You’ll take a quick ride and then if you ask nicely, I’ll help clean you up how you like it,” his free hand brushed against her cunt and then her mouth in a silent reminder of what he had in mind. “Assuming there’s time. Maybe we’ll dance in front of everyone with the proof of our slutty wicked Weyr ways dribbling free.”
Another grin and T’ryn brought his fingers slick with her juices to M’quel’s mouth so she could clean them before they were pulled away and replaced with his tongue. As they kissed, T’ryn guided her hands to the fly of his pants, knowing M’quel got a thrill out of freeing his cock—though normally it involved her giving him head immediately after. But this time he kept her pinned against the wall, mouths locked together, with only her ability to stroke him still accessible. He was already hard, aroused from what they were doing and M’quel shedding some of her modesty for his fetish that night so he didn’t waste more precious time with foreplay.
Breaking free of M’quel’s mouth and touch, T’ryn spun her around and had her brace against the wall in the promised position he said he’d take her in at the Hold’s library. When she was properly on display and the dress pushed aside, T’ryn stepped in close, slipping his erection deep within and shuddering at the feel of it and let out a long blissful sigh. After revelling in that sensation a moment longer, T’ryn set a hard driving pace and ordered M’quel to rub her clit as well to increase the pitch of her mewls of pleasure and help push her to the edge. Sneaking around for sex was quick and dirty, nothing fancy with build ups and teasing; just a good fast fuck to get off with.
T’ryn wasn’t sure what all he whispered during the act though he was fairly confident he had called them both filthy sluts and listed other places he wanted to take her in. He brushed aside her hair to nip at the crook of her neck when she came. Whatever else he may have said, he did know he praised her as he climaxed soon after with, “you’re so fucking hot, M’quel, and made for these games.” He pulled out and spun her around once more so they could properly celebrate that shared moment with another searing kiss.
Normally he and his lover would have righted themselves and returned to the crowd but he was still rock hard and aching with need. Despite what he had been getting up to with M’quel from the lake to her ledge, it didn’t hit the spot quite like this had and he wanted more. They hadn’t been gone too long so they wouldn’t be missed just yet, right? “Let’s risk it,” he said aloud, forgetting she hadn’t been in on his inner struggle about time and being smart about what they were doing. He could just have her blow him and while he knew she would enjoy it, he wanted M’quel to have as much fun as he was getting so he took her hand and nodded in the direction of a couch.
“I can’t go back out there in this state. You’ll take a quick ride and then if you ask nicely, I’ll help clean you up how you like it,” his free hand brushed against her cunt and then her mouth in a silent reminder of what he had in mind. “Assuming there’s time. Maybe we’ll dance in front of everyone with the proof of our slutty wicked Weyr ways dribbling free.”
