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[cafeultra]

Meow-meow, motherfuckers.

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[cafeultra]

Good thing I prefer to stay close, then. [ She briefly touches his face, fingers light over his cheek. That smile just melts her. ] And maybe I like hearing you say that you like it.

[soicantlose]

[ He moves to catch her hand before she can pull it away, holding it there as he turns into it to press a kiss against her palm, the inside of her wrist. ] Well, then, I should tell you more often. I like you close.

[cafeultra]

[ Speaking of things that make her melt: that. She sinks down to her knees in front of him, hands rubbing up his thighs. ] How's this for close?

[soicantlose]

I don't know, I might have to check. [ Playfully. He catches her jaw in one hand, leaning in to kiss her quickly, nipping gently at her lip before pulling away, thumb brushing over her cheek. ] Yeah, this is pretty good, too.

[cafeultra]

[ Becca hums her approval into the kiss, grinning as she pulls back. ]

Good, I like it down here. [ And then she's leaning in again, kissing softly over his stomach, teasing just above his waist. ]

[soicantlose]

You do look just as good down there. [ His hand settles at the back of her neck, watching her with undisguised hunger. ] But you look good pretty much anywhere.

[cafeultra]

Almost as good as you. [ Because she just has to say it. She's just as hungry, trailing a few more kisses before deciding on a spot to leave a mark, low on his abdomen, off to one side. ]

[soicantlose]

Brat. [ Said with nothing but fond teasing, echoing her earlier accusation. He makes a quiet noise at the mark, fingers in her hair, eyes closing for a moment. ]

[cafeultra]

Your brat. [ With equal fondness, before she drops even more kisses. Her hands linger at the waistband of his pants, fingertips slipping under, just to tease. ]

[soicantlose]

[ He's not about to complain about having the table turned on him, at least not yet. For the moment he's pretty happy to let her take her time, expression warm when he looks down at her again. ] My brat. And my good girl. You do it all, baby.

[cafeultra]

[ 'Good girl' gets her, as usual. She bites back a groan, nipping lightly at his side before looking up innocently, adoringly. ] Tell me how you want me.

[soicantlose]

[ His touch runs down the curve of her cheek as he watches her, both heat and adoration in his expression, thumb tracing her lower lip gently. ]

Think you said something about leaving your marks. I wouldn't want to derail your plans. [ A little bit teasing. ] Especially since I've been thinking about having your mouth on me since you said it.

[cafeultra]

Oh, you'll have my mouth on you. [ She leans in, nuzzling into his palm a little. It's all very sweet and affectionate considering where her mind is going. Her lips return to his stomach, and she leans up a bit more to start working a mark just below his chest. ]

[soicantlose]

[ He makes a quiet little pleased noise, hand squeezing the back of her neck as she sets to it. It's funny, he's always thought he was more interested in being on the other end -- but with Becca, he's almost as happy to wear her marks as he is to give them. ] One of my favorite things. But having you on me is in general, so.

[cafeultra]

'On you' is one of my favorite places to be, so that works out. [ That little noise he makes is another one of her favorite things, and she's determined to get more. Her lips trail back down, tugging his pants down just enough to suck a mark at his waist. It's a darker one this time, hand resting on his thigh to give a gentle squeeze. ]

[soicantlose]

Yeah? Lucky us, I guess. [ His legs fall open a little more to make room for her to move, leaning a little further back into the couch. He keeps up a steady touch, stroking at her hair or her shoulder, just keeping a connection. ]

[cafeultra]

[ Those little touches are appreciated, and no doubt he'll see how pleased she is whenever her mouth isn't busy kissing and marking him up. Her hands stay busy too, undoing and tugging down his pants to get the out of the way. ] I got a few more spots in mind.

[soicantlose]

[ He lifts his hips to make it easier to get them out of the way, a little grin as he settles back down, nails running softly down the back of her neck. ] Yeah? Gonna show me what you're thinking, baby?

[cafeultra]

[ She'll respond by moving down to start a line of kisses up his inner thigh, until she chooses a spot for another mark. It's slow and almost methodical, and she hums softly against his skin, satisfied. ]

[soicantlose]

[ He groans quietly, watching her close, heat in his eyes and his fingers tracing the side of her face gently as she works. ] Fuck, that's good.

[cafeultra]

[ Well, that groan just makes her want to hear more. She turns to his other thigh, leaving a mark a little higher up. Her gaze quickly shifts to his face so she can see his reaction, enjoying his approval, as always. ]

[soicantlose]

[ He's doing nothing to keep the admiration out of the way he watches her, approval written all over his expression. He swallows at that higher mark, catching her jaw as she finishes, thumbing gently at her lower lip. ] Such a good girl.

[cafeultra]

Just for you. [ She catches Nate's hand to kiss it, then starts trailing kisses back up his thigh to start a mark on his hip. Her hands wander a bit, one gently squeezing his thigh while the other smooths up his abdomen. Everywhere except where he likely needs it most. ]

[soicantlose]

It better be. [ It's mock-stern, all playful and no genuine concern -- he trusts Becca absolutely, it just doesn't stop him from playing at possessiveness now and again. There's a little catch in his voice as her hands start wandering, shifting slightly under the attention (and the pointed lack of it), but he's not rushing her yet. ]

[cafeultra]

All yours, babe. [ She loves the possessiveness, as he surely knows by now, so she's not complaining. A little smirk lingers as she makes her way over to his other hip to leave a matching mark. He's pretty patient, and suddenly she's in the mood to test that patience. ]