[He's fine with this! If he were awake right now he might fluster, but in this dream, this is just how it is. Eichi is used to this sort of thing in this dream, and he wraps an arm around her waist, a grin on his lips.]
Oh... there are some things that certainly would interest me more than other things.
[But being told he might BORE SOMEONE TO SLEEP is a sin! It's awful! So he punishes her by shifting her on his lap, his hand trailing down to her thigh... and pinching it.]
There is nothing worse in this world than to put someone to sleep as a performer! So don't you dare. I'll wake you up any way I can!
[Relaxing is alright to be, but he's a performer first! Not a masseuse.
Eichi gives a bubbly laugh at the squeak and her word that she'd keep her eyes on him. But that means he can apologize fewer the pinch with a soft hand trailing up her thigh, playing with her dress.] 1 I'd like a dance. Ah, maybe a tango. Oh but perhaps we should save it. I'd like something a little more horizontal, my burlesque beauty.
[ somehow she can't imagine him calling her that during waking hours, but this is a dream, and there's no reason not to go along with it. His hands are free to roam wherever he wants, she provides no resistance. ]
You can have whichever you'd like; they're both very doable.
Well, it's a special occasion, so I'll take the latter. I take it you have no objections?
[He leans in to nuzzle against her cheek playfully, his hand going to pull up the dress a little to try and get his hand on her bare thighs as he leans in.]
[ she hums, pleased, as his hands slip under the silk easily. The skin beneath is just as soft, and the faint brush of ribbon tails just below her hips are a subtle suggestion of the side tie panties she's wearing. ]
[Eichi is clearly enjoying himself, and she would begin to notice as well, when his pants begin to tent beneath her. He doesn't do anything about it for the time being, instead focusing on getting to touch Yvette. The scales on his fingers are thin, smooth, soft, and they don't impede his ability to enjoy the feeling of the skin of her thighs. The offending hand slips down between her thighs, not quite up to the junction between her legs and hips, but certainly teasing it.]
[ Her breaths for shallow with anticipation, without the payoff that's so close, but not quite. Despite his polite teasing, she'll get little more to the point, running her fingertips over the front of his trousers. ]
[Eichi hums with interest when her hand find his pants. He's already half-hard, she'll find, and his hips move a little to get some more contact when he feels her hand on him. He laughs a little, amused at her forwardness. No complaints here! It just means he can repay the favor, his hand going up between her legs.
Her underwear is still on, and he isn't changing that yet, but he will run his fingers over her panties, grinning as he runs his fingers over the fabric there.]
I'm so glad. Tonight was shaping up to be so boring!
I'm always happy to provide a little entertainment, you just need to ask. Or take it.
[ The demure smile on her face is just as measured and methodical as the palm coaxing him to further hardness, the ring on her glittering in the dim light with every movement. But for her all he outward cool, she can't hide the fact her panties are already damp, and how she's discreetly seeking out more contact. ]
You know I'm too much of a gentleman to just go taking it, fufufu~
[That's not necessarily true, but a lot of the things he says aren't necessarily true. Especially when he's got a hand between thighs. Eichi can't help a contented sigh at the movement from her palm, his hand retreating from her attempts to get more from him, only to feel around for the ribbon tail around there. He could just slip under the fabric without the need to take them off, but why? When she's given him such an easy way in.]
But if you're offering... I'm not going to turn you down.
[ His evasion leads to protest, a small, needy whine each time she's denied. She's not mean enough to return the favor, continuing to rub him, as her free hand hikes up her dress and loosens the ribbon on the other side of her panties. Any spectators might be getting a free show of a different kind, and at least for the purposes of this dream, she doesn't care.
Her voice is breathy with need and she gets as close as he'll allow. ]
Tenshouin-saaaaaaan~ Do you need more of an offer than this?
[He groans under her ministrations, bucking his hips as much as he can with her on his lap, but he keeps up what he's doing, pulling the ribbon to undo her underwear.]
Hmmm... I don't need it, but I sure do love to hear you keen.
[He laughs, then pulling his hand free to try to get his own pants undone.]
[ black lace and silk ribbon fall away from her hips, and he's free to discard or keep the underwear if he's so inclined. She doesn't care at all, more focused on his request. The help she provides is efficient, yet gentle: freeing him is of utmost priority, undoing his pants and making contact with bare skin. ]
[Oh he's going to keep it. He can't be bothered to deal with it right now, so he stuffs the underwear into a pocket for later(It's a dream, but he doesn't really seem to realize that, fully), and he goes to hold her with an arm in order to push himself up enough to push his pants down. He doesn't need them off, just... far enough down that he can get his skin on hers.
Of course, her hand gets there faster, and he shudders at the touch, throwing his head back and groaning. There is an audience here, but if anything, he is enjoying that. This too is a performance, isn't it?]
Ah, that's it...
[He sets her down again to allow her to situate herself on his lap as he settles in, his hand going back between her legs to get a feel for her body's readiness.]
[ A beatific smile floats to her face at his reaction, pleased that he's pleased by it. As a person who exists to be of service to others, it comes as no surprise she's prepared to receive him, already slick with want, as if she's been anticipating this since the moment she set foot in the club.
She straddles him, her hands easing the front hem of her dress up to her hips, a display for his eyes only to visually confirm what he's felt. No matter how long it takes, the wait for his approval seems like forever, and a faint blush dusts her cheeks. ]
[His grin spreads, those sharp teeth shining in the low lighting of the club, and his scaled fingers gently glide over the lips down there, only barely hiding his goal. He could do more; finger her, kiss her, try to coax her further, but Eichi knows enough about Yvette to know that she doesn't need these distractions, especially if she is already ready.
Eichi grasps her hip with one hand, the other delving between the two of them to grasp at his cock, which was more than hard enough already with Yvette giving him her show and offering herself to him.
He doesn't speak, just pushing her hip down a little and guiding his erection to her lips, pushing upwards gently. He tries to tease her for a moment, rubbing the head of his dick on her.]
[ She doesn't resist, following as obediently as she would on a dance floor. He's right to think that any further encouragement on his part would be a distraction— her own pleasure is just a by product of pleasuring someone else. It barely crosses her mind, though she's well aware that part of the fun is in seeing how she is affected by whoever she's with, the anticipation bubbling inside her, and the way she'll ultimately fall apart.
It's important to make a partner feel sexy and desirable, even with an audience of just one, but especially if there are any bystanders around who might also be considering a tumble with this alluring performer. The way he's teasing her now, she doesn't think she'll have to do much acting, though this pause in the scene feels like a cue for a little extra push. She considers her next move: Biting at her lower lip, she clutches at her dress tighter. Against the backdrop of soft skin and wine red silk, her diamond ring shares the same dangerous glitter as his smile. As she leans in, soft locks of hair brush against his cheek. There's a desperate tremble in her voice, as she whispers ]
Tenshouin-san, please... take me.
[ She probably isn't married to a person. Dreams are rarely literal, but if being able to take something that isn't his, or being someone desirable enough to make her throw away an oath of fidelity adds spice to the scenario, why not? ]
[It's both, really. Taking something that isn't his, being desirable enough that she'd give herself to him despite her loyalty... And Eichi isn't really 'with it' enough to realize that this is a dream. To him, this is reality. He's a lounge singer in a place where these sorts of sultry things just happen and are welcomed, and she's a (probably)married woman who just can't help but to become part of the show.
He sucks in a quick breath at her request, and then complies, pushing her down on him and lifting his hips to meet hers, his hand keeping his cock upright and hopefully at the right angle to enter her, as he's probably a little overeager, and it'd be EMBARRASSING to miss. Even if she's the first woman he's been with.]
[ she's never been one for wild dreams or fantasies, and hasn't fully thrown herself into a role for a while, but as she's stretched around his hot and hard cock, helpful "memories" flesh her character out: She sees herself sequestered in a large house under the oppressive scrutiny of people obsessed with reputation; a devout, obedient wife whose only value is in the title her family holds, serving her husband in silence. Frustrated, unsatisfied and desperate to run away.
There is no doubt that she came to the club wanting this to happen, and now that she's had a taste, she'd rather die than stop. A loud moan cuts through the air, and her hips roll into him over and over, seeking out the friction on her clit that has her dripping wet around him. ]
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Will any attention from me do, or is there something in particular that you want? If you keep this up, I might fall asleep in your arms.
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Oh... there are some things that certainly would interest me more than other things.
[But being told he might BORE SOMEONE TO SLEEP is a sin! It's awful! So he punishes her by shifting her on his lap, his hand trailing down to her thigh... and pinching it.]
There is nothing worse in this world than to put someone to sleep as a performer! So don't you dare. I'll wake you up any way I can!
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[ any explanation is cut off by a soft squeak when she's pinched. His point is made perfectly clear and she won't make that mistake again. ]
Okay, okay, I get it. I'll stay awake and keep my eyes on you. So, what would you like to do?
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Eichi gives a bubbly laugh at the squeak and her word that she'd keep her eyes on him. But that means he can apologize fewer the pinch with a soft hand trailing up her thigh, playing with her dress.]
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I'd like a dance. Ah, maybe a tango. Oh but perhaps we should save it. I'd like something a little more horizontal, my burlesque beauty.
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You can have whichever you'd like; they're both very doable.
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[He leans in to nuzzle against her cheek playfully, his hand going to pull up the dress a little to try and get his hand on her bare thighs as he leans in.]
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[ she hums, pleased, as his hands slip under the silk easily. The skin beneath is just as soft, and the faint brush of ribbon tails just below her hips are a subtle suggestion of the side tie panties she's wearing. ]
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Oho... You wore something special tonight~
Were you expecting to play with me, love?
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[ Her breaths for shallow with anticipation, without the payoff that's so close, but not quite. Despite his polite teasing, she'll get little more to the point, running her fingertips over the front of his trousers. ]
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Her underwear is still on, and he isn't changing that yet, but he will run his fingers over her panties, grinning as he runs his fingers over the fabric there.]
I'm so glad. Tonight was shaping up to be so boring!
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[ The demure smile on her face is just as measured and methodical as the palm coaxing him to further hardness, the ring on her glittering in the dim light with every movement. But for her all he outward cool, she can't hide the fact her panties are already damp, and how she's discreetly seeking out more contact. ]
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[That's not necessarily true, but a lot of the things he says aren't necessarily true. Especially when he's got a hand between thighs. Eichi can't help a contented sigh at the movement from her palm, his hand retreating from her attempts to get more from him, only to feel around for the ribbon tail around there. He could just slip under the fabric without the need to take them off, but why? When she's given him such an easy way in.]
But if you're offering... I'm not going to turn you down.
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Her voice is breathy with need and she gets as close as he'll allow. ]
Tenshouin-saaaaaaan~ Do you need more of an offer than this?
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Hmmm... I don't need it, but I sure do love to hear you keen.
[He laughs, then pulling his hand free to try to get his own pants undone.]
Help me out here a little, love.
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[ black lace and silk ribbon fall away from her hips, and he's free to discard or keep the underwear if he's so inclined. She doesn't care at all, more focused on his request. The help she provides is efficient, yet gentle: freeing him is of utmost priority, undoing his pants and making contact with bare skin. ]
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Of course, her hand gets there faster, and he shudders at the touch, throwing his head back and groaning. There is an audience here, but if anything, he is enjoying that. This too is a performance, isn't it?]
Ah, that's it...
[He sets her down again to allow her to situate herself on his lap as he settles in, his hand going back between her legs to get a feel for her body's readiness.]
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She straddles him, her hands easing the front hem of her dress up to her hips, a display for his eyes only to visually confirm what he's felt. No matter how long it takes, the wait for his approval seems like forever, and a faint blush dusts her cheeks. ]
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Eichi grasps her hip with one hand, the other delving between the two of them to grasp at his cock, which was more than hard enough already with Yvette giving him her show and offering herself to him.
He doesn't speak, just pushing her hip down a little and guiding his erection to her lips, pushing upwards gently. He tries to tease her for a moment, rubbing the head of his dick on her.]
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It's important to make a partner feel sexy and desirable, even with an audience of just one, but especially if there are any bystanders around who might also be considering a tumble with this alluring performer. The way he's teasing her now, she doesn't think she'll have to do much acting, though this pause in the scene feels like a cue for a little extra push. She considers her next move: Biting at her lower lip, she clutches at her dress tighter. Against the backdrop of soft skin and wine red silk, her diamond ring shares the same dangerous glitter as his smile. As she leans in, soft locks of hair brush against his cheek. There's a desperate tremble in her voice, as she whispers ]
Tenshouin-san, please... take me.
[ She probably isn't married to a person. Dreams are rarely literal, but if being able to take something that isn't his, or being someone desirable enough to make her throw away an oath of fidelity adds spice to the scenario, why not? ]
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He sucks in a quick breath at her request, and then complies, pushing her down on him and lifting his hips to meet hers, his hand keeping his cock upright and hopefully at the right angle to enter her, as he's probably a little overeager, and it'd be EMBARRASSING to miss. Even if she's the first woman he's been with.]
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There is no doubt that she came to the club wanting this to happen, and now that she's had a taste, she'd rather die than stop. A loud moan cuts through the air, and her hips roll into him over and over, seeking out the friction on her clit that has her dripping wet around him. ]
Yes.... Oh my god, please...