[ Abel Nightroad ] (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
nightroadsaint) wrote2021-04-02 11:18 pm
nightroadsaint) wrote2021-04-02 11:18 pm
Open RP/PSL post
When there are no memes, here's an open space to play. Just go to bakerstreet or TLH, find a prompt or meme you like, then put it in an ooc note and ask. I'm open to general or shipping, M/F or M/M. It helps if you ask an OOC note first.
For dressingrooms (bakerstreet or TLH), homeless characters, whether you're a passerby, it's 12am or 3am, my ship is an empty ship. You may leave a voice, text, message, a letter, do action tags, etc. I'm open to gen or smut.
For suggesting scenarios, private RP, PSLs, contact me via PM or drop a comment on this post!
For dressingrooms (bakerstreet or TLH), homeless characters, whether you're a passerby, it's 12am or 3am, my ship is an empty ship. You may leave a voice, text, message, a letter, do action tags, etc. I'm open to gen or smut.
For suggesting scenarios, private RP, PSLs, contact me via PM or drop a comment on this post!
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Which won't be very long, from the way things are progressing. Returning his kiss, she gives a low chuckle as she responds to his questions. "Yes, here. There's no one else around, and hasn't been since we got here. We're perfectly hidden from prying eyes." Not that she cares right now if someone did see--which kind of adds a certain excitement to the situation.
She doesn't waste any time once she has permission to undo the buttons of his shirt. Once it's off, her fingers begin to trace the contours of his chest, moving lower and lower until she's helping him remove his pants.
"Yes, I am. And thank you." And she'll help him with her clothing--an oversized button-down shirt and leggings--her hands working the leggings while he deals with the buttons, finally revealing the lacy bra and underwear she's wearing.
"Hmmm...I think I'm getting hotter," she purrs. "How about you?"
/ a million years later and with starbucks (･-･)
Dust of redness spread across his cheeks, mostly embarrassment. "You're not going to be scared if you see the sight of me, will you?" His sky blue eyes glazed over and darken with a heated lust, voice low and full of want, that he slides his briefs down.
He was growing excited by the sight of her lacy bra and underwear. He climbs on top of her, gently pinning her down as he pressed his lips on her throat to lay kisses, inhaling her scent, his hands slide over her abdomen to cup one of her breasts and fondle through the soft fabric of her bra. Abel is deliberately slow, starting with foreplay first, since this is his first time to ever touch a woman, and he was being careful and delicate with her.
"You're hot? I'm hot as well. Very hot..." Not to mention growing visibly hard as the heat pooled in his loins as his cock is growing slowly erect, tight and hard with heat.
It won't be long until he grows bold, briefly licking against the pulse of her neck for a taste, and then lifted her bra to cup her breasts and gently rub a nipple to spark her sensitivity, finding every bit of her very soft.
I got the pizza
Lust-darkened eyes locking with his, she shakes her head. "No. I won't be scared." And she watches as he finishes undressing, the shivers running through her born from desire--not from fear.
This is also her first time, and as much as she wants to be with Abel, she doesn't object to the pace he sets. Just the opposite. With every small whimper and gasp, she encourages him to continue his slow and deliberate pace, the building sensations driving her crazy with longing--yet not wanting those urges to be filled.
Yet.
"Yes. And getting hotter. Maybe I should take everything else off..." The words are barely out of her mouth when he's doing just that. He'll find that the sudden chill causes her nipples to harden, making them very sensitive to his touch. They grow even more sensitive as he plays with them, causing her to moan and arch against him, pressing their lower bodies together.